Overcast. Arc 2: Confluence.
Jasmin Lehtinen had just taken off her shirt and laid down on her futon in her apartment when she heard three quick raps on the door. She groaned, and sat up, her midriff cramping and her body aching from standing all day. "One sec!" She hollered, quickly throwing a tank top on and some short, almost booty-shorts. When she opened the door, she was greeted by Lucas' shit-eating grin and ugly sunglasses.
"I can tell by how you dressed that you were expecting me. We can take a detour on the wa-"
"Ew!" Jasmin exclaimed. "Stop hitting on me. It's creepy."
Lucas only laughed, leaning against the wall just outside the door, before asking, "I thought you were going to go to the hangout tonight, after work?"
"I just got off," She retorted, "And I'm really tired. I don't think I'm gonna go, tonight."
Lucas shook his head, and pulled out his phone. "I got a text from the boss-lady. We're going to meet at the hideout to discuss a new job. She wants you in, this time."
Jasmin's eyes widened. She joined the team a few weeks ago, and so she was the newest member. They had their first job since she'd joined a few night after she had done so, but she opted to stay out of it since she was the newest member. This time, they'd be expecting her to go along. She ran her hand through her hair and gave out a long sigh, blowing the breath through her bubbled-lips, before it switched to coming out of her nose. "I don't..."
"You're going to meet her, this time." At that, Jasmin's head snapped up, locking eyes with Lucas. His face was set, hard, as if he didn't trust her. Since Jasmin had joined the group, named "The Congenial," she had met all of the members except for the boss, always instead receiving information from one of the other members. All she knew about the boss was that she was a female named Recall. No PCRT record, no Parahumans Online mention, nothing. She had learned from the other members that their boss was mysterious, not often showing herself, and never showing her identity,
even if all of the others in the group were on a first name basis. Jasmin knew that the others trusted their leader about as much as she did, but she paid well for their jobs. Or so Jasmin had been told. "Tell me more about her before I meet her, then."
Lucas sighed, and rubbed his cheek, as if it were an unconscious thinking gesture. "Okay, Recall. We don't know a whole lot about her. Ray did some digging, and we can’t say what she does as far as his powers go, but she’s one of the more powerful players in town. She considers herself a chess master. You know, like a master strategist, tactician. She controls more than half of downtown with squads of top notch personnel in the highest end gear. Ex-military from around the world, mercernaries, and she apparently has even bought out many villain groups like ours. If she even has powers, she’s the only one in her main organization who does. But most importantly; she's a ghost. She controls a lot behind the scenes, and people don't even know it. We're pretty certain she has many people in the PCRT and probably even the HLA. But whoever she is, she can afford to just flush thousands down the toilet and give to us for our stupid little jobs."
Jasmin's eyes widened. That was a bombshell of information to drop, though it didn't surprise her a whole lot.
She already knew she was mysterious, and mysterious and powerful aren't an uncommon combination. "So we don't even know if she's a parahuman."
"If she isn't, it's weird that she dresses up in costume. But we don't know what her power is."
Great. Jasmin thought. Ten minutes later, they were at the hideout, which was really less of a hideout, and more of an apartment building that the team had rented, stocked with snacks, a television, several gaming consoles, and two guest rooms if someone ever needed to crash somewhere that wasn't home. Jasmin tried her best to avoid coming here, as she didn't want to get too attached to the team. As Jasmin and Lucas entered the door, they heard the voices of a guy and a girl, making exclaimations, laughing, and the occasional grunt. Walking up the stairs revealed Ray and Mark, the other two members of the team. Mark's cape name was Sandstorm, on account that the PCRT thought he could control sand, when, in fact, he can control any form of powerder, be it big granules or very fine dust, he can control sand, iron shavings, dirt, dust, ash, flour, cornmeal, and more. Ray, on the other hand, had the cape name Seraphim, which Jasmin thought was a really cool name. She could create small portals to other worlds and anchor them to objects. She usually did this to give herself armor and wings made out of portals to hundreds, or thousands, of other worlds, making he look like a walking art mosaic. If something were to hit her portal-armor, it would get slices and distributed across several different universes, or at least that's how Ray described it.
Lucas and Jasmin joined them in the couches surrounding the TV, Lucas joining in the games while Jasmin opted to just watch. There was no discussion of the job, and Jasmin assumed everything would be explained when the boss showed herself. Twenty minutes later, there was a knock on the apartment door.