Passiflora (Ultragal)

Void was never one for the beach. Or warm weather. Or sunshine. She cursed herself for taking interest in the tip that there might be a worthwhile job in the Galapagos. As soon as the plane had circled the Isla Baltra airport, the young woman scolded herself for such a lapse in judgement. Sure Isabela was a beautiful island, but everything was so sparkly, and so shiny. Void was glad she had her biggest and darkest sunglasses with her to protect her eyes from the glare of the crystal blue waters, and her wide-brimmed, floppy midnight black sun hat to keep the glorious rays of the sun from baking her brains. One could never wear too much sunscreen, either.

The girl supposed it wasn't all bad since she was already partly familiar with the culture and could speak in one of the tongues she'd grown up speaking. She crossed her legs while seated on a rustic looking barstool and lazily stirred her bright blue straw in her mudslide. Milkshakes were her weakness, especially alchoholic ones.

Currently Void was waiting at a lonely little shack that served fresh conch fritters, coconut water, and a variety of adult beverages. It's only worker was currently napping in a hammock strung up by the bamboo shack itself and a lonesome palm tree. The building was small, charming, and definitely not structurally sound. It rest between a line of unsightly terrain and powder white sands. To the left the rocks gave way to a lush undergrowth of bush which led therein to what seemed like a tropical forest of sorts.

No other 'tourists' were around but her currently, and she kept her green eyes alert behind her shades for any signs of the client she was supposed to be meeting here. She pulled at her little black sundress and tapped her strappy sandals together impatiently. It made her uncomfortable not to be in complete disguise, but what better way to hide from prying eyes than to pretend to be just another thrill-seeking gringa?

Void wasn't sure if this Fleur-De-Lis was trying to show off her power or if she genuinely thought that the tiny seed she was holding was actually intimidating. Either way, she had just killed a person, or at least Void assumed that's what happened to the pilot of the helicopter that had appeared from out of nowhere. That's probably why the worker had gotten up so quick from her hammock and stood at attention behind the counter of the little shack.

Void lifted and sipped on her drink while trying to gauge what she should do not to anger the obviously volatile woman before her. Because, also obviously, this was her client. The spy first noticed the woman's love for the color green. Green clothes, green transportation, green eyes, green point of interest. The varying shades of emerald and jade were nearly dizzying.

There was also the fact that Fleur had just killed someone. Meaning she was probably ruthless. She held herself tall and her demeanor demanded respect. So....

"I'm Void. It's a pleasure to meet you." Void said as her lips pulled away from her drink at the bar. She got the feeling that Fleur was not one to be disrespected so she kept her tone even and formal. And she motioned to one of the stools, "Thank you for being so punctual. Could I buy you a drink?" The worker behind the counter shivered visibly and made a strange squeaking sound. Apparenly she shouldn't have gotten involved in the tourist industry.

((OOC: Sorry. Was in RL hospital for a few days. No PC or even WiFi. Back in action now.))

Fleur mocked Void's comment back at her with a sneer: " 'Thank you for being so punctual.' I could strangle you to death with the grass right under your hammock for speaking that way. Let me make this clear: I'm the boss. You're the flunky. Your one and only purpose is to obey me. And, unless you can make a mint julep appear in my hand right now, I don't want a drink."

She caught the expression on Void's face:"I'm not psychic, but I read faces well. You're right. This tiny burr is harmless right now, but I've manipulated its cells.

The human body is 98% water. If this "harmless" thing digs its burrs into exposed human skin, it "drinks" all the water in the victim's body. Within 10 minutes' time, it'll dehydrate you...or any other non-meta, "normal" human. It's a slow, painful way to die.

Now...are you ready to go or should I prove it? By the way, I don't even have to touch it to your skin. I can just throw it at you. The burrs will dig into your skin instinctively as soon as they make skin contact."

Void seriously struggled not to roll or narrow her eyes at the woman, but quickly came to terms with the fact that she would not be pleasing the queen any time soon. While on one hand she seriously considered ditching this whole operation, she also seriously needed money. And she actually didn't want to test this woman's powers. This lady wasn't flaunting her power for nothing, after all. As annoying as it was, the policy 'The customer is always right,' came to mind.

Now, just because she was letting this lady have her way didn't mean Void was about to let all of the little pride she had just slip away. She stood and straightened out her dress skirt, abandoning the half of an alchoholic beverage she had left. She lifted her sunglasses to reveal her green, though not as vibrant as Fleur's, eyes and look to the woman seriously.

"I wouldn't want to test that, Miss Fleur. I'll simply have to take your word for it. I'm ready to go any time you want." She said instead of snapping back wittily as she would have liked, "But I would like some details on this mission, if you want me to be able to... obey you properly."

She was probably walking on thin ice at this point, but Void honestly hadn't been informed of what this Meta-human was after. Hopefully her new 'boss' would cut her a little slack and fill her in on what she was even here for. It seemed that at least she was needed for this mystery operation, so she had that as insurance that she wouldn't be killed on the spot. Probably. Maybe.