"Hey Jordan!" Ivan announced all too happily. The glasses boy sucked in a sharp breath, wishing with all his being that the insufferable pyromaniac would drop dead or vanish somehow. Instead he opted for a flat "I'm busy", with a sharp edge to his tone that the albino blatantly ignored. "Busy fixing your mistake?"

"It was simply an unforseen accident."

"Totally."

"..."

Jordan chose not to respond and continued working on that last of the runes he could do today. He didn't have the energy or patience to deal with his unwanted 'friend'.

Mai sat down, making small little dancing ice figures.

"So are you like an ice witch?" Ivan crouched down next to her, watching the little spectacle.

" Is that what you call us? "

"Well, maybe mage might be a better term." He gave a small, sheepish grin. "I myself like fire instead but ice has it's merit too."

" Ice freezes people. Ice can be much more painful than fire, if frozen correctly. "

"Fire's really beautiful to me, it's so blatantly destructive." Ivan commented, tone slightly wistful.

" Fire is messy. " She said.

"Hmm maybe, but watching your opponents go up in flames is sickly satisfying. Fire is full of energy, it's hunger is all consuming." Was his reply.

" I prefer watching my enemies get impaled with ice spikes, " she said as several ice spikes appeared and impaled her little ice figures.