[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 (First Floor)
[color=Purple][b]Skills:[/b][/color]Videography[/center][hr][hr]
Waverley's worn sneakers sped down the stairs, occasionally descending two steps at a time, and never having both feet grounded at the same time. It wasn't excitement to join the others that had her pace quickened, though. It was the fear of what might happen if another villain appeared, and what she might do if she wasn't around people whose powers were actually super. As she pranced down the last few steps, her eyes were first caught by the group of her peers surrounding the captured villain that was actually conscious. She took a few steps towards them with the intention of joining in, when she noticed what else was down here: an ensemble of bloodied bodies riddling the floor. 

She let out a gasp, shifting to walk towards them. If she hadn't been lucky enough to have been in the attic training, there was no doubt in her mind she'd be lying there right along with the rest of the kids. Her hand, trembling, reached down to her pocket, ready to fish out her phone and call for an ambulance, when the strategist from the earlier exercise drew close to one of the injured kids. She paused, staring with amazement: whatever he was doing was closing up some of the kid's major wounds. [i]This[/i] was massive. She let her rebar clang onto the ground as she swung the backpack in front of her, unzipping it. She pulled out her video camera, and lightly placed the backpack next to the weapon she had dropped on the ground. The healer was already onto the next victim by the time Waverley had the camera on and in her hand, but as soon as she did, she followed him, capturing his healing of the children. This was the kind of thing people needed to see. This was the kind of thing that'd show people mutants weren't necessarily forces of destruction. [i]This was legit messiah shit[/i]. Waverley kept on his trail as he made the rounds, dealing with all of the victims' major injuries. Once she was done, she stopped recording and turned the camera off, holding it limply and letting it idly point at the ground. 

[color=purple]"That was...you can heal people?"[/color] She managed to say, stumbling over her words. She glanced out at the still weak young boys and girls who'd just been healed, but didn't look perfect. [color=purple]"Are they going to all be okay?"[/color]