<strong>Jasmines Beach House</strong>- A few new visitors<br/><br/>When Maria marked a slave, there was no undoing the process. If he had wanted to demonstrate his powers he would have been better doing so against Cindy, who was not marked. The gull however, was marked, and no matter how much power Richard exerted he would prove nothing and look like a fool with a flushed face and a bloody nose. The gull would shake its head at Richard as any attempt to block Maria from seeing or hearing what was going on in that room would be futile.<br/><br/>Outside an armored Mercedes pulled up in front of Jasmines beach house and two buff men in black suits exited the vehicle to burst in. They were all marked by Maria and Richards power would be absolutely useless against them. They simply got to both sides of Richard and would take him by both arms. They would wrestle him to the floor if needed but they warned him not to make things any more difficult than they already were. As if to punctuate the drastic measure required by Richard's misbehavior, Maria herself stepped out of the car.<br/><br/>She was dressed in a gray pinstripe business coat with a knee length skirt and her hair was up in a bun. Currently her hair was not colored, but she was wearing contacts to make her eyes appear more of a dark brown than a violet. The thin woman looked like the majority owner of a company who had to arrive to fire her CEO. She brushed some dust off the collar of her coat and dug her black heels into the dust outside. The ruthless expression on her face and the narrowing of her eyes spoke volumes about her mood. A pair of sunglasses were pulled from her pocket and placed over her eyes. Upon Maria's entering the seagull flew off of Cindy's head and out the window as Cindy turned to address her employer.<br/><br/>"Mis...."<br/><br/>"Silence!" Maria said with a wave of her hand in Cindy's direction.<br/><br/>Within seconds a wave of Forsythia flowers bloomed from Cindy's blond hair, her hair and her pony tail became a batch of those flowers as Cindy's skin turned brown and hardened. Cindy felt her arms pull out and upwards as she became a wood carving. Her bathing suit bloomed into forsythia flowers from a bush that was trimmed to flower where a bathing suit and hair once were. A pot formed at her feet, which soon became covered in soil so that the carved Cindy was ankle deep in her pot. To make her more steadfast Maria forced roots to grow from the wooden feet. The expression captured on the carving of the girl's face was one of terror in an attempt to explain.<br/><br/>Then she turned her attention to Richard. Who may or may not have been under control right now. Though the first thing he'd feel was a searing pain lasting about ten seconds as his powers were sealed by the matriarch of the family. Her sunglasses came off and she stared at the boy closely.<br/><br/>"You will not interfere with this woman's vacation," she said, "I'm in no mood for any more of your games. Get in the car now."<br/><br/>It was a simple order, one that he would either follow voluntarily, or by force.