Xander looked at the gun he'd gotten and frowned. He'd hoped to get a fake MG or a rifle, but the only guns left where handguns. Not really fitting for a soldier costume. Aimlessly he wandered through the shop, until a gleam of platinum blond caught his eye. Suddenly everything clicked into place. Xander grinned. It was rather fitting that he would go as a soldier still, just not any ordinary soldier, no sir, not footsoldier for the Xan-man.
He aimed and fired a single shot at the fleeing 'thing', then turned around, his long, platinum blonde hair fluttering in a slight breeze. Reloading his gun, he moved with quick and fluid movements. His brain was already working feverently to analyze the situation he'd found himself in. In the war, he'd seen a lot of things, but nothing as strange as this. He wished that Trieze was here. Wherever here was.
"Xander!"
He turned around and the first thing Willow noticed was that the eyes behind the silver halfmask were no longer brown, but an icy shade of blue... like chipped ice.
"I'm truly sorry, miss, but you must have mistaken me."
"If you are not Xander, then who are you?"
He gave a curt formal bow, his hair drapping over his shoulders not unlike a cape.
"My name is Zechs Marquise. Lt. of OZ Special Forces. What can you tell me about the situation here?"