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She was trying to think of something clever to say about his eating habits when her own stomach growled at the thought of food. Laughing at it all she nodded at they began their trip into the tournament.

"Why the ******** is this rusty gate closed?" The feeling of anger escaped Cziri's lips in a simple whisper that trailed across the hallway. He looked at a simple keyhole in a little metal box holding to the array of rusty metal bars extending to the floor. His right eye, the one that examined information in the most simple packets, yet processed it at speeds that which rival that of a computer, or even supercomputer. He saw a good deal of visible light present within the shadows of the lock, and so focused it without a touch to fit the shape of a key that would match that of the keyhole. The concentrated photons felt as obilterating the lock in whole, but they were held with such constraint, something unusual for Cziri of Chaotic Light. He pushed the creation gently, and twisted it, opening the gate as the bars sunk back into the sand.

He walked on gentle soles across the sand, rather relaxed and looking towards the golden treasure in the sky, the sun. He hadn't seen his star in a while, for infact the system had been consumed a few ages ago by Cziri himself. It's just that the very nature of Cziri can cause things to reappear. Cziri's current form is a representation of the prisoner Thorniyuankezeri. The representation of that powerful figure in a dreaming world. But, that is a rather different story, for now at least. Cziri stood about seven feet tall.

Cziri wore his standard steel sandal, fitting to his foot quite well with added heel support. The darkness of the steel contrasted with the bland white cloth the wrapped around Cziri's toes, and seemingly reached slightly higher than his ankles. The feetwraps were then gently fit and fused with a portion of "daemonic skin" pants. More like magic adapting skin really, but the point is shown. The pants were a simple black and wrinkled from the nature of the skin itself. In addition to his "daemonic skin" pants, a orange armored sash fell down, like the ones some samurai would wear, and protected a good deal of his lower body. The orange sash simply had the seal of a star, or atleast something resembling a star.

Rising upwards, you could see the draping sage green longcoat, catching the wind in the air, and strangely it would look as if the longcoat was tasting the very air. It was filled with a variety of pockets, and reinforced with shifting steel plates particularly around the armpit and lower back for support, if Cziri were to need it. He wore a simple white chainmail shirt, or something that resembled it. It was more like some sort of armour that wielded metal threads and formed them into nets for support. A liquid pocket was formed within the armor to absorb impact, and this chainmail shirt was rather thick despite how thin it looked from first glance. A simple aqua blue rectangular cloth served for Cziri's scarf, tied gently around his neck before draping towards his left arm. Cziri's weapons could very lightly be seen when his long coat flapped, he currently possessed a mourtary sword and an altered claymore. Towards the arms, the longcoat's sleeves were ripped, revealing rather simple guantlets. A few strange plates of shifting admant were visible, and oddly if one looked at them, they could be mirrors. The shards of admant were attached to a blacken glove split at the knuckles and cut to reveal Cziri's palm. His other arm was fit with the same fashion.

Cziri's face was rather odd, he had gentle lips that were closed shut and of no color. They matched with Cziri's bronzed skin that oddly had a rather blue or more like a platinum luster. Traces of hair fell into Cziri's face, but a majority of it was pushed to the side. His hair was long, but form fitting to his face, curving around every angle and blanketing it. It was mainly white, but traces of mixed colors could be seen, most visibly black, silver, green and orange. His left eye was strange, where some would see the whites of eyes, you would only see black. Where one would see the iris, all there was, well was a storm of everchanging colors and patterns. His right eye had a strange greenish glow coming from the pupil while while the iris was a storm of golden and the cornea a sea of blue. A little headband refitted with steel draped towards his left eye. (Not a god damn ninja headband.) From a distance, one could see a strange metallic luster coming from all parts of his armor for an odd reason.

Cziri simply spit on Jack's face. smile

[I do believe you ment to say "spat"... Unless you where trying to say, "simply spits"]

For some reason the saliva evaporated before it even came near... Though that's if it made it past the tree in the trajectory of Jack's face. Unless of course he was standing on Shadow, but he'd have to be rather brave to do that.

Jack stared slightly dazed by the question. His face blank of expression or emotion, though his lips where moving. As if talking to himself. "My name? Uh... Names Jack... Jack Masters..." He finally said, blinking and looking away for a sec. "You know my father... Maddix Masters."