[hr][hr][center][h1][color=Purple]Waverley Watts - Feedback[/color][/h1][img]https://fathersonholygore.files.wordpress.com/2019/06/father-son-holy-gore-nos4a2-jahkara-smith-2.png?w=721&h=355[/img][hr]
[color=Purple][b]Location:[/b][/color] Mutant Underground, Washington D.C. Station
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Feedback's eyebrows furrowed together when Colossus made mention of her powers. He wasn't wrong in his assumption concerning her ability to jam certain things. She knew how to do it, and she'd done it before when playing with her powers, much to the annoyance of her families and whatever internet activities they were doing at the time. But it wasn't quite as simple as his words suggested. See, not quite as many things use radio waves as people tend to believe. It was much more prevalent in the 21st century than ever before, but even so, not everything was wireless. And even if she could, there was the possible problem of someone noticing and freaking out. 

As Waverley turned the thoughts over in her head, she looked down at her feet. Not to far away, she noticed, was the radio the intruders had brought with them. She raised her eyebrows, taking a few steps towards it. Waiting to talk, not wanting to interrupt her higher-ups, she leaned over, picking it up and taking a look at it. It probably would've been better to give it to the other group, so they could keep in contact, but it was too late for that. Waverley slipped her backpack off her shoulder, pulling it out in front of her and unzipping it, before sliding the radio in. She figured she could maybe find a use for it at some point. When she looked up she noticed that their leader was talking to her. She gave an unsure look, her lips turning into a slight frown. She quickly zipped up her backpack, getting it back on securely. By the time she had, Sapphire was walking away. Wide-eyed, Waverley followed her.

[color=purple]"Well, we might have a bit of a problem with the whole jamming thing,"[/color] she said, speed-walking to keep up with her, until she was walking alongside her, though Waverley kept a distance of a couple feet between them. Even if the woman's literal icy aura was gone, the figurative one remained, and it alone was enough to keep the anxious teen at bay. [color=purple]"I can only guarantee I can take out cell phones and radios. I'm pretty sure they'll have landlines, and I can't do a thing to those, except maybe call them. As for the security cameras, if they're wireless, which isn't uncommon, that'd be great. Otherwise, I'm afraid we're out of luck. Sorry Ms. Sapphire."[/color]