[hr][hr][center][h1][color=Purple]Waverley Watts - Feedback[/color][/h1][img]https://66.media.tumblr.com/389c0ac6b62d482eb709d0517b347589/tumblr_psqd1zlT251y4marvo3_r2_250.gif[/img][hr]
[color=Purple][b]Location:[/b][/color] Mutant Underground, Washington D.C. Station (G6 -> I6)
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As Waverley maintained eye contact with the young man on the other side of their little line, discussing a possible plan, a bright flash of light exploded closer to her, causing her to flinch and step back, covering her eyes with her arm. When she pulled her arm away, she found in front of her the blonde woman in an offensive stance, with the long haired young man laying flat on his back, looking as though he’d stuck a fork into a power outlet. It didn’t take a genius to figure out what had happened, and, as such, Waverley decided it’d be best to take a step back away from the blonde before turning her attention back to the strategist on the other end of the rope. 

His eyes seemed to brighten with a new idea, which both interested and concerned Waverley. When he announced his change of plans, she tilted her head, awaiting what he had to say with only slight concern. That concern drastically heightened, however, when she heard her role in the plan. Her eyes widened, and she tilted her head in confusion. 

[color=Purple]“Top 40?”[/color] She questioned, before her eyes lit up with realization. [color=Purple]“No, that was a j-...”[/color] as she began to speak, her voice, which was already  somewhat quiet, trailed off. She knew that this wasn’t a plan that should be put into action without them knowing her power wasn’t going to be much help, but with their strategist speaking with such passion and excitement, she was anxious about the idea of interrupting. She kept opening her mouth to speak, but she never deemed it a good time, and, as such, didn’t speak. But by the time that he was done, the plan was already pushed into motion, with the girl, Leighton she heard their strategist call her, was already moving into place. Having to follow either her or Sparky, she didn’t want to be stuck with the one who’d accidentally fried one of her teammates. So she took a few steps to her right, almost mirroring the steps Leighton had taken. She watched the stylish girl, unsure of how exactly to help, before her eyes shifted to look at a pillar right next to her. She wasn’t going to be a very good distraction...but maybe she could do something else. She carefully slinked behind the pillar, her back to it, listening for any signs of action.