OoC: Red and White hair. Well, red with large streaks of white, but still. And I'll be posting Zach's upgrades shortly. When I do... I'll put it here that they're in his bio. ^_^

BiC: Zachary quirked his eyebrow at the man and gave him the look that carried only one distinct look: Are you ****ing kidding me? In all of the man's inane ramblings, he hadn't said a single coherent thing that the ice mage could understand. After all, if this man was asking any kind of intelligent questions, Zachary would have, despite being a bit disturbed at the thoughts the man was throwing around, even if he didn't understand them, answered them. But after the stream of crap that had flowed from that man's mouth, all the Replicator wanted to do was kick his ass.

"Hey, buddy. I don't know if you noticed or not," the amateur sorcerer said as he brushed his trench coat to the side a bit and let it fall back to where it normally sat, "but I'm in the middle of nowhere to think. I know this is a little hard for someone of your intelligence to understand, after the stream of **** that just came out of your mouth, but get the hell out of here! I don't have time to deal with people that think they're funny."

The odd man seemed insulted as he spun his forearm and hand around showingly and rested his hand against his chest. "Joker does not think he is funny. Joker knows he is funny, and if stupid boy doesn't think so, then he should leave."

Zachary narrowed his eyes at this "Joker" person and stretched out his left hand until his fingers cracked. Suddenly, both of Zachary's hands, along with the rest of his arms, were covered in Fenrir. In the span of the next two moments, a flash had produced a bow in Zachary's left hand, which was being held firmly. The ice mage looked through the special guiding part he designed to help him aim as he held his right hand out. A glob of some molten looking liquid appeared and quickly shaped itself into an unusually long main gauche.

Suddenly, magic flowed into the main gauche and it reformed itself into the shape of an arrow. Zachary mounted the arrow upon his bow and drew the string back. "Dodge this, funny man!" the Replicator yelled as he released the arrow. The magical arrow traveled quickly, striking the rocks where Joker had been and blasting a hole through one of them as the arrow continued on for a short while before simply disappearing.

"So... he dodged," the amateur sorcerer muttered to himself as he turned around. Quickly, the bow slowly seemed to turn into a gray mist and vanish. "Maybe that scared him off. That'll show him for interrupting my time to think," the Replicator mused as he took a step forwards. Still, the ice innate knew his foe was somewhere nearby... for some reason.