[hr][hr][center][h1][color=Purple]Waverley Watts - Feedback[/color][/h1][img]https://66.media.tumblr.com/3b3a4fa256f601dbc5c71afe7f2df6b2/tumblr_pxfv98axvB1xz5j4oo4_540.gifv[/img][hr]
[color=Purple][b]Location:[/b][/color] On the Road
[color=Purple][b]Skills: [/b][/color]N/A[/center][hr][hr]

Seeing that the glow only seemed to grow more intense under her hands, Waverley pressed down harder on it, as if she were trying to fight against the increasing magical light that she knew nothing about. Colossus' call for her to stop made her lessen her push, and almost pull her hands away, but before she could, her eyes made contact with the now very open, very red, very awake eyes of the girl she loomed over. She instinctively lurched backwards, pulling her hands off Magik's chest, a sharp gasp emitting out her mouth. 

[color=purple]"GAH!"[/color] She exclaimed, lifting her hands up, trying to get herself out of the way of any oncoming attack the girl might make upon waking up. No attack came, not at first anyway. Only a threat. One that Waverley didn't completely understand. She knew vaguely about Limbo, that in religion, it was something having to do with hell, that it appeared in Supernatural, and that there'd been a game of the same name, one that Waverley had told herself she'd eventually play, but had never gotten around to. None of that knowledge helped to sooth her after the threat. Her hand immediately slipped into her pocket, fumbling around as she grabbed another dose of sedative. [color=purple]"I-I-I don't-"[/color] she started, ready to try to convince the girl that she couldn't give her the drug even if she wanted to, but before she got too far into the fearful groveling, her hand pulled out a loaded needle, automatically squirting a little out. 

Out of absolute, pure terror of the girl, Waverley launched back over the back of the seat, and tried to plunge the needle into Magik's neck. The attack proved unsuccessful, the newly conscious magic sword wielder batting the needle out of her hand. The syringe went flying towards the front of the vehicle, and without a second of hesitation, Waverley reached out her hand to snatch it from the air. As soon as she was in motion, however, she immediately realized it was a bad idea, the image of the needle stabbing the palm of her hand coming to mind. She braced herself for such an incident, but, to her surprise, nothing like that occurred. Instead, the unexpected happened: she actually caught it. Waverley's eyes were wide with surprise, but without a second of delay, she went in to stab Colossus' sister again. Just like the first, the second attack was to no avail, though Waverley managed to keep a hold of the syringe. 

She bounced back, taking cover behind the seat, separating herself from the angry magic girl in the back, sitting back next to the quivering Casper and their healer who seemed to be doing his best to help comfort him. Waverley turned her head slightly towards the two in the front. [color=purple]"Things are getting worse back here, it's-"[/color] she began, before stopping herself, her brain only then processing the things Casper was saying, things her mind had previously labeled as gibberish. Her eyebrows furrowed, looking to Casper with confusion. [color=Purple]"Ghosts? What do you...who's mom? What's going on with you?"[/color] she asked, something in her voice both worrisome and at the same time expectant.