Ana laughed as her hands filled with snow. It was a weird sensation, but not unenjoyable. She slipped the ring back onto her finger.

"It's no problem, really. See." Ana said. She thought of a time at her old school when people picked on her, and the thought made her angry, but just enough so that the ice melted from her hands. Her ring flashed red momentarily, then went back to a swirl of purple and pink...

Ikki playfully hit jake. "Shut up". She smiled afterward and went to go join ana and jacob. Skipping over she hugged jacob. "Long time no see...and I don't get a hug your so mean". She but on a pouty face for a little and then shook her head smiling. Hearing about the mock battle between him and Jake she smiled even more. That was probably the best battle she could ever see...since after awhile...the battle got serious.

Jake turned away when Ikki left to go talk to Jacob, his eyes fixed on the plate of snacks. His stomach had now awakened from its dormant state, forcing his mouth to water as he looked at the various cakes, cookies, and treats that had been piled on the table, thanking the heavens inside his head that he was actually able to find a distraction now that the party had started.

Jacob gave a hug back to Ikki. "So are you going to try out for the wizard battle team? Ana is coming to watch me." he said. "Well tell me later." he said. He walked away from Ana and Ikki and toward Jake. "So wanna battle?" he said.

Akira looked up startled. "Uh yeah. You can call me Akira or Aki. Whatever you please." he smiled warmly at her. He took out another chip from the bag. "sorry. I am not much of a talker. You'll have to ask to get anything out of me," he chuckled. He looked her over like he usually did to people who were talking to him. She was pretty. Definatly a looker. She was probably going to try and flirt with him. He wouldn't shy away from it. Flirting was one thing he understood. It had one meaning and one meaning only to him. She wanted something from him. He let go of his hold on his charm and it felt so nice not to hold anything back.

Not much of a talker, eh? Well, that was alright with Zelmire: she had enough questions to keep the conversation going for a while.

"Okay, then...what's your favorite color? What do your parents do for a living? What's your best school subject? How many inches have you got in your--"

She stopped herself here. He didn't seem like he was shying away from her flirting, but she didn't want to push it--it wasn't often that people didn't immediately tire of her. "On second thought, perhaps I'll save that question for later."

"Well you already asked, so I guess I'll answer. My favorite color is silver. Don't ask me why. I have no clue. I don't know about my parents. I am an orphan. Never met them. School subject would be..." he had to think fast. He never went to school before and he needed to pull this off. "art. I love art," he smiled. "How many inches of what?" he asked teasingly and got a little closer to her. Maybe she could be useful with the guys. He didn't like flirting with his own gender and if he got close enough to her, she might do his work for him.

"Maybe later," Jake said very uncharacteristically, looking at the snacks as he let out a soft sigh. This was what seemed like the millionth time that he had done this party for Ikki and his other friends, and all he ever had to show for it was a slightly larger circle of people that did something more than think of him as a "cool guy". After all, he always hosted this little gathering, always cleaned his room, always cleaned up afterwards, all for one person who never really recognized him.

"Wouldn't it be better to battle after class tomorrow anyways?"

So, the guy liked silver, had no parents, and was artistic? There wasn't much Zelmire could deduce about him from that, but when she looked away and then back into his eyes, the glint in her own made it seem like she'd decoded him completely.

To his next comment, she said, "Oh, it wasn't an important question, I can find out the answer soon enough if I want to."

She became hyperaware as he scooted close to her: now this was the reaction she liked to see. He wanted something: she wasn't entirely sure what, but she could take a wild guess and hope she was right...

Just like the shameless libertine she was, she closed the rest of the gap between them, linked her hands, one flesh, one prosthetic, behind his neck, leaned in, and kissed him full on the mouth, totally without any sort of forewarning.

She broke away quickly enough, not wanting to be too forward and freak him the hell out (though with most people, doing this would already be taking it too far--for Zelmire, this was like a high-five or a handshake).

Akira waited patiently as she moved closer to him. He didn't flinch or move away. He let her kiss him and when she pulled away, he leaned in and captured her lips again. He wrapped his arms around her waist and broke away. "Your a nice kisser," he smirked. She was much more of a flirt than he had expected for someone who wasn't an enchanter but it made everything all the more exciting. She reminded him of himself just without the forced servitude. "Your single I hope," he stated rather than questioned and looked into her eyes with a small smile.

Zelmire's eyes fluttered closed and her breath hitched as Akira kissed her back. Usually, they put up much more of a fight, but she kind of liked things to go her way for once. As the second kiss broke, she looked up at him with a dreamy grin and said, "Thanks, you too."

What he said next threw her off a little--she'd been single for a long time now--sure, she had the occasional one-night fling, but the last time she'd tried to have a serious relationship had ended in a total failure. (Although, to be fair to her, it was very difficult for her to keep things running smoothly that time, since she not only had one boyfriend, but had tried to juggle three.) With an uncharacteristic amount of tentativeness, she nodded and answered, "Yeah, I'm single, why do you ask?"

Akira smirked then. "Oh just wondering. I wouldn't want you to get introuble if you had a boyfriend," he answered. He pulled away slightly. "Well, I guess we could start out as friends if you wanted. I don't mind. I rather like you. Not like snooby girls or ones that look down just because your not as smart as they are. You seem... down to earth," he nodded. He wrapped an arm around her shoulder and looked at the others. "It looks like everyone is getting to know each other and I am glad you were the one to come and strike up a convo," he smiled.

"Even if I had a boyfriend, he couldn't control me," Zelmire smirked. "Guys these days tend to get it in their heads that girls are their property, and that they can screw around while we can't...you don't seem deluded with that notion. I like that."

By the way he suggested they start out as friends, she could tell he wasn't one of those possessive jerks, who were even worse than the unresponsive ones. It seemed strange to her that he'd called her 'down to earth': she didn't discriminate against people because she had no standards. Hell, she'd screw a centaur if she got bored enough.

"Those snooty girls are just jerks. I don't give a damn how smart someone is," she said. "And I'd love to be friends, if you want to."

...And if kissing constituted a 'convo', she couldn't wait to see what 'friendship' entailed.

Akira had looked at her when she started talking. He nodded as he listened. "Yeah. They are jerks. I hate controlling people. They don't deserve it. They don't have any real power. they just want to other people to do things for them," he shuddered. His thoughts had gone back to his master. "I would love to be friends," he said putting a smile back on his face. "So where do we go from here, love? I have never really had a friend before. Your my first." The closer he got, the more info he would obtain at a later date. How much did she know? Would this flirting be for naught? He hoped not.

Zelmire tilted her head and cocked an eyebrow as Akira said that she was his first friend. It wasn't that she didn't believe him--she'd heard stranger things in her day--but the fact was, she could kind of understand what he meant. She'd had many short affairs and socialized with everyone she came across, but she'd never connected with anyone on a deep enough level to call them a 'friend'.

"I guess that means we're two of a kind, then," she admitted, an uncharacteristically nervous and shy look overcoming her features.

He smiled a little. "I find that a comforting thought." He hugged in a friendly manner this time. "I never knew anyone who didn't have a friend. Glad to know that we can be each other's first friend. Well since you asked me questions, I'll ask you the ones you asked me. What is your favorite color? What do your parents do for a living?" he asked with a teasing smile. He was actually liking the idea of becoming her friend. An acutal friend. Not just someone he would use and throw away. He knew it wouldn't last, but he could still try.