[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] Mutant Underground Old HQ
[color=Purple][b]Skills: [/b][/color]Radio Wave Manipulation[/center][hr][hr]

Waverley's lips curved down into a slight frown when Sapphire made mention of her and her companions not quieting down when told, and she had to fight the urge to defend herself. She wanted to tell Sapphire she was wrong, that she'd zipped her mouth shut as soon as Sapphire had told her too. She wanted to defend the others in the back, to tell her that James was just trying to take care of the scraggly man who was having a breakdown, and that Cayden had just been keeping her calm. But despite the desire to argue clawing at the base of her throat, she kept quiet. Her rationalization, she expected, would likely lead to fighting, and fighting would only make things worse.

Instead, she turned her head to face Colossus, who was listing off phone numbers. She felt herself cringe when he gave her the job. It was exactly what she needed, a task, but she couldn't help to feel a certain condescension behind it. Colossus, or anyone who knew how to use a phone, for that matter, could've easily made the calls. It was a pity task, and she knew it. But when she saw Sapphire dig her phone out of her pocket, she decided that a pity task was better than no task, and closed her eyes. She reached her mind out to the first number Colossus mentioned, and she could feel the call go through, but was answered with an answering machine rather than a person, so she moved onto the next one. She attempted to call it as well, but she couldn't seem to get the call to go through, so she tried the final number. For the first time, she felt it get picked up.

[color=purple][i]“Hey, this is Waver-, uh, I mean Feedback, this is Feedback, with the rest of the Mutant Underground. We’ve all gotten back safely, and we’re wondering how things are going on your end.”[/i][/color] she transmitted, trying to sound professional, but instead coming through as awkward.

[color=FAFD95][i]"Uh, fine, didn't you guys just call Veil?"[/i][/color] Waverley received in reply. It prompted her to open up one of her eyes to see Sapphire putting her phone away, beginning to talk to the group. Waverley closed her eye once more.

[color=purple][i]“Well...uh...yeah, but I guess I just wanted to...double check. I don’t want to just sit around, and phones are kind of my thing, so I just thought I’d...Nevermind. Anyways, that’s all, I guess we’ll be seeing you soon. Uh, Feedback, signing off.”[/i][/color]

[color=FAFD95][i]"Alright then,"[/i][/color] with that, Waverley felt the connection cut off, signifying the end of the conversation. She opened up her eyes, coming back to reality just as Sapphire finished up filling in the rest of the team. 

[color=purple]"Um...yeah, whatever she said..."[/color] Waverley said, her voice somewhat quiet and audibly bummed out from her failed attempt at adequacy.