Fufu was currently standing on the shores of Madagascar, now New Avalon, having an 'aggressive negotiation' with someone on the shore in a red and purple uniform. He was in his full form at the moment, hoping his skeletal appearance would let him slip onto the island without incident, his bike was shaped but the flames were down to a shimmer of heat rather than blazing flame like his own bones were to hide the hellfire.
"IF there was a mutant here who matched that description, they would be protected by the sovereignty of Avalon. No one without a mutant power is allowed more then one mile inland, that one mile barrier is our zone of hospitality where anyone may claim sanctuary or asylum regardless of personal foul or history. However, you step one inch past the mile and we scan every cell in your body. And you are magic, flatscan, not a mutant. Please, feel free to ride your bike over every inch of beach to your hearts content, the shore is breathtaking at sunset. Have a nice day and welcome to New Avalon.