Wraith
Wraith had decided that there was something very, very wrong with morning people. She could understand being awake if there was some kind of appointment, or perhaps a house fire, but who would
voluntarily get up before at least 10, given the choice? Note, voluntarily. Apparently being 'grounded' involved her father making her get up before he went to work, go to the kitchen, and be subjected to a long disappointed lecture on life decisions. At 7AM. This had to violate at least one of her human rights.
Sadly, there was no way for her to confront the culprit, as her dad had already left for work.
At least she would always have coffee. The only positive part of the morning was getting a mug of delicious caffeine to start the day. She knew her dad had gone out to get some more recently, and was searching the cupboards to find it while she boiled the water. Where was it? Come on, there had to be a packet! Tucked away at the side of a drawer, there was a bag of coffee, which she eagerly grabbed, and used to make herself a mug, settling down on the couch with it in hand.
Just as she was about to take a sip, she realised that something felt wrong. She gasped, staring in horror at the mug as though it were a nuclear bomb about to detonate. She felt her skin crawling, pins and needles racing along her back, she could practically taste the horror that lingered in the air around her.
It can't be. Dad! You told me it was okay, that everything was fine! Why!? still, deep down, Wraith knew she had been betrayed, and stared at the monstrosity that lay before her.
Decaf.
After recovering from the emotional turmoil of the previous hour, Wraith decided that she was no longer complying with the grounding. She had suffered enough without being trapped indoors all day, thank you very much. Besides, who else was going to deal out justice to the masses? Certainly not those idiots she'd dealt with last night. She'd be surprised if they could find the word 'justice' in a dictionary. Speaking of idiots, though, she considered visiting that 'headquarters' they'd been at last night. They'd mentioned renovations, and a minifridge. Wraith liked minifridges. They were conveniently sized both for storing beverages and swinging at evildoers. The best of both worlds.
Then again, there was always the chance that there would be someone else having the same idea as her, and she wasn't sure that she would really feel like having a conversation with any of them. Team bonding would inevitably be necessary, but it wasn't always fun having to maintain her cheerful persona in front of that lot. Especially since she suspected a few of them saw right through it. Thinking about it though, they'd figure out her motivations if she was the one to get a hold of Wall Walker.
I'll have to ask Ditch if we want them alive. And whether it will hurt the plans if that doesn't happen.She did have a few things that she wanted to clarify, actually. And perhaps it would do her good to interact with her teammates, all things being what they were, so she headed out to headquarters, taking her usual equipment with her just in case. She decided to keep the mask in her pocket seeing as it was daytime. Dressing up was all well and good in the dead of night, but while the sun was out she just felt like an idiot. She needed it with her though - no telling when she might get a call.
She arrived at the headquarters not too long after - a few choice shortcuts through walls could save a girl a surprising amount of time, and the one guy who'd threatened her with a knife had barely put up a fight. It took more energy not to laugh at him than it did to finish him off. She supposed that was what evading justice did to you. After that, people had seemed to keep their distance from her a little. Their wide-eyed stares had been slightly creepy.
She thought about putting on her mask before entering the 'headquarters', but kept it in her pocket instead. She wasn't anyone important in her normal life, and as such, had no public identity to hide from. Even her vigilante identity wasn't very well known, since she didn't exactly leave many witnesses behind, and fewer than that had been brave enough to spread rumours. As she entered the room, she noticed a pair of people already in there. A woman that she was pretty sure she'd never seen before, and... Was that the lightning guy? Oh, goody. He sure seemed like the life of the party. Still, might as well try to be sociable.
"Well, well, well. I was kinda convinced you weren't coming back after your little performance." she called out with a smile, taking in her surroundings before she strolled over to them. Wraith was admittedly slightly worried she would offend him with her attempts at conversation, but no harm in trying. Okay, maybe a lot of harm in trying. To one of them, at least.
"Anyway, what was I saying? Oh, right. You're the lightning guy, Levi, I think Ditch called you? And your friend here..." Wraith turned to look at her directly.
"Well, meaning no offense, I don't think I've seen you before in my life."She gave the pair a confident smile, before remembering that Levi had left before the introductions.
"Oh, yeah. I don't know if you've been told our names yet, but I'm Wraith. I guess we're gonna be working together for a while."