<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"I will gladly answer any of your questions of my family later but for now I believe we are on a quest or mission? Do we have a clue where we are to go now that we have met another who is obviously meant to join us? I think the fellow who was here before, but departed, made mention of the arena and this champion. I realize you know more of him, Mr Happy. Maybe as Ororo mentioned, we should go elsewhere to talk. Maybe head into the arena and find a semi private area??"</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>Before Mr Happy could reply to the young woman an alien device flew overhead blaring a stream excited vocalizations. Its tone made the message obvious and the golden hero could feel the waves of excitement from the gathered throng wash over him like a warm tide. The sensation was rather pleasing at first, positive emotions often gave him a rush, but below the surface Happy could feel the bloodlust of the alien horde. It tasted bitter to him, metallic...like blood.<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Well it would appear it is time for this... whatever it is to begin, perhaps we should move with the crowd as well?" She motions towards the ticket she held in a single hand, holding it aloft for a moment.<br/><br/>She focuses her clear blue eyes onto the loud yellow smiley head that was the distinguishing feature of the rather extricable shape-shifter in the group. "Thank you, I have no doubt that your abilities will prove highly useful to us here, but we should try to 'blend in' for now... As much as we can at least."<br/><br/>With that she turns with a single elegant sweeping motions and begins to move towards the arena herself, trusting that the rest where a few steps behind her.</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/><strong>"I, er , ah, that is..."</strong>Happy trailed off as Storm left him behind. He fell in step with the others who were already following her,<strong>"Well she sure doesnt leave you any room to debate once she's got her mind made up,"</strong>Happy confided to Effigy,<strong>"Is your Storm like that?"</strong>He rushes on leaving no immedialte room to answer his own question,<strong>"Blend in eh....hmmmm, aliens and pirates...ooo Ive got just the thing!"</strong><br/><br/>It happens in stages, Happy becomes less and less of a garishly clad hero his colors dulling with each step, fading, becoming unobtrusive. His flowing cape billows for a moment like caught in a light wind before curling around him forming something resembling desert attire back on Eath. He ducks his head, ruffling it and like a sculpture with clay in his hands it is reshaped into a cloth swathed visage barring googles, some sort o rebreather and a number of metal spikes. His hands and feet are similarly wrapped and now he wears a belt with many pouches and carries a wicked looking war club which sports metal flanges on one end and a evil looking spike on the other.<br/><br/><strong>"So, whaddaya think? Do I blend?"</strong>The voice that hisses from the rebreather is gutteral and savage. Nothin at all like Mr Happy.<br/><br/><br/>[OOC: In case anyone isnt aware of it Mr Happy has become the spitting image of a Tusken Raider from Star Wars.]<br/><br/>