<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(44, 130, 201)"><b><u>Ran Archet</u></b></span><br/><br/>Ran blushes a bit internally hearing muffled moans of a Ectoplast 'feeding'.  He slowly 'hops' along down the hall, keeping an eye out for the distinctly dressed witch he had met at the Theatre Club's booth.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(44, 130, 201)"> "I was hoping I'd find you, Ophelie."</span>he says, moving towards Ophelie with a short wave.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(44, 130, 201)">"Ah, you might not recognize me.  One sec."</span>he says as he hops a short distance in the air as he starts rapidly reforming.  It was undetailed at first, being the vague form of his human mimicry, but in a solid silvery blue like a very smooth, vaguely translucent Clay.  Within moments, the form of clothing starts to be mimicked, and then finally filling out with color from his head down, including clothing.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(44, 130, 201)">"Ta da!"</span>he says with a bit of showmanship.