<hr/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: monotype corsiva;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 15pt;"><strong>Effigy, Slappy, and Storm Transported through Time and Space</strong><br/>...aliens, heroes, and more...oh my...</span></span></div><hr/><br/><div class="floatright">(http://img706.imageshack.us/img706/186/effigy.jpg)</div>As the three of them appeared in between the alien and his customers, Effigy stared at the toothy creature for a moment before she heard the power armored man reply to their entrance. She had never seen aliens before and this being a first he reminded her much of a sleazy version of what Gambit might be if he had multiple arms and shark like teeth. Although, Gambit was far more attractive even if he was a thief sort.<br/><br/>As the armored man spoke she turned to him, though didn't keep her back entirely to the alien. She didn't trust that guy as far as she could throw him, and she wasn't even sure how far that was at this moment in time. Her powers had not been tested with the transformation that had taken place. Effigy knew something had happened with her power set, the mutations from the intensifier were obvious with how her mind reeled and watched the others. Absently she felt the feelings of reluctance from Storm as far as her kinship with Mr Happy may go, but the hint of such dissipated as the shields from telepathic communication slowed at the resistance met by the weather Goddess' strong will. Effigy respected Storm too much to push past anything of the sort as she did with most friends or allies since her mutation manifested.<br/><br/>"Emma, I'd recognize you anywhere.  You on the other hand, I do not know. The name is Alexander Ripley Vergilis.  I am an inventor, weapons and defensive system manufacturer beyond anything Tony Stark could dream up, and I'm only 25 years old.  Who are you and how did you all get here?"<br/><br/>She looked at the man who identified himself as Alexander and was about to speak when Mr Happy put on his show again. Inwardly, she rose a brow and half wondered if the comical hero was any relation to Slapstick. She really didn't like Slapstick however this man seemed like he could be more amicable than the cartoon-like hero she had met long ago. That guy liked to play tricks on people all too often, Mr Happy just liked to be a showboat it seemed. The young blonde Emma look-a-like could respect a show for attention as long as he knew when to be serious.<br/><br/>After the flashy introduction she watched as humanoids and otherwise very alienesque creatures start to panic and flee in fright. Reaching out with her mind and psyche she willed the terrified victims, if you will, to calm and forget the display of power. Her eyes closed for that moment as she focused her energies and within those couple of minutes they would all hopefully do as she wished. The sheer amount of peoples minds she reached out to caused her to sway in place slightly and she reached out instinctively to the mother like figure of Ororo for support and balance. Her head ached from the pressure of pushing her limits so far and she finally glanced back up to Alexander with a soft reply.<br/><br/><strong>"The woman you speak of is my mother. I am Effigy."</strong>