<strong>OOPS!</strong><br/><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/forums/avs/avatar_24952_1306513737.jpg)</div><br/><hr/><strong>Name:</strong>Mr Happy<br/><strong>Origin:</strong>Binge Drinking<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Corridor of Doom's ship<br/><strong>Tags:</strong>Deadpool, Wolerine<br/><hr/><br/><br/><br/>Mr Happy slithered easily through the supposedly hermatically sealed doorway in Doom's vessel, guess iron britches had never dealt with someone who could displace and entire dimension of his body.  Patting himself on the back (literally) for his cleverness and the impression he'd made on the crimson clad sword wielder...man, that guy was nuts. Too bad he didnt have more time to "play" with him but Happy had a despot to prank, well and defeat of course but mostly prank. Doom was far out of his league Happy knew but with all this other heroes in the mix he figured he could pull of the unthinkable, punking Dr Doom and living!<br/><br/>"SQEEEEEEEEE!"<br/><br/>Just the thought of it made him giddy as a schoolgirl. Happy was so preoccupied with his fantasies of his soon to be legendary status in the metahuman community that he failed to notice the armed gaurds immediately upon slipping through the door. At first they couldnt make out what the were witnessing as Happy's shape seemed to flutter in and out of existence but in the instant he "inflated" into full 3D the fact that he looked exactly like one of them mattered little. They all knew Doom tested all his subjects for powers or mutations of any sort. Such a man would never be in the lowly ranks of the Latverian armed forced. He would be raised to a position far more useful to their monarch. For a tense moment the shocked hero and guards stared at one another. From behind his back Mr Happy produced a tiny white sign, the kind one might see Wile E Coyote use in a Road Runner cartoon. Scrawled upon it in simple block letters was one word.<br/><br/>HI<br/><br/>The guards opened fire. At first Happy put his amazing agility to use contorting in a fashion that would have done Mr Fantastic proud but before he could mount his counter attack a screech of rending metal came to his ears. That angry dude from the with the Freddy Krueger hands was cutting through the blast door behind him and he and his team were pouring through the hole into the line of fire.<br/><br/>"Balls," Happy muttered knowing he had no choice in the matter. He spread himself out, going big, taking up space to block as many of the particle beam being rained down upon him as possible. Happy's remarkable form could take astounding amounts of physical punishment with little ill effect but raw energy disrupted his molecular cohesion allowing him to be wounded as easily as any other mortal. Not to mention it hurt like holy hell! He fell forward, to his hands and knees, trying valiantly to stand, his limbs shaking with the effort. He'd lost his guard shape and had reverted to his default for, that of his heroic costumed self. His blue and gold form was peppered with neat round holes. Even in agony Happy could not let an opportunity to be funny slide by when it came to how he presented the damage to himself.<br/><br/>"Just a flesh wound."<br/><br/>If only that were true, he hoped these other guys could hold the fort for a moment, it was going to take Happy precious seconds for his body to reconstitute itself properly.<br/><br/><br/><br/>