Mystique just had enough of the rough weather. It was as if everything in the island irritated her already. First off, a cheerful and rather empty brained woman greeted her with silly hula dancing and now, it was dark and she had no idea where she was. At least she was indoors, but it was thankfully dark. And what is with the decorations? The girl curiously placed her finger in cobwebs. “Fake,” she scowled and swiftly turned when someone appeared and she was too startled to turn into a shadow creature, so she had to act normal. She was short, or probably young. “What is your name?” she hissed.