[hr][hr][center][h1][color=Purple]Waverley Watts - Feedback[/color][/h1][img]https://66.media.tumblr.com/bf145d0a6666d89ccd906998d5485178/tumblr_pzgkamIH7y1y6r9a6o1_540.gifv[/img][hr]
[color=Purple][b]Location:[/b][/color] Mutant Underground HQ
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Waverley winced when Negasonic called her on her fib, lowering her head to look back down at her lap. Sure, she had assumed that her affirmation of her wellness wasn't exactly convincing, but she had hoped that it would at least be enough to draw attention away from herself. The sound of a crinkling wrapper was the only reply that was made to Negasonic as Waverley opened the granola bar that had been thrown to her, nibbling on it. She wasn't particularly hungry, but it was nice to have something for her hands to do that wasn't grasping onto her rebar so hard that its ridges dug into her palm.

She ate it, small bite by small bite, as each of the other young women answered her question. First, Colossus' sister went, her words cryptic, made even more sinister by her accent. Waverley didn't fully understand what she meant, but it still caused her stomach to tighten, though she wasn't sure why. Then spoke Sunshine, confessing to actually having committed the crime they talked about, before running through a list of intended victims like some blonde Arya Stark. The girl seemed younger than her, and yet she seemed so severely jaded. Finally, Negasonic made a sarcastic quip, one that caused a small smile to grow on Waverley's face, a choked up laugh escaping her lips. 

[color=purple]"And deprive those poor deformed kittens of well-funded shelters?"[/color] Waverley replied, allowing her tone to be more jubilant, even if just a little. Hearing from the others hadn't exactly fixed her, but it had helped her come to terms with the dark urge she felt that she was too scared to label. It let her know that she wasn't alone. But as she was about to try to move the topic away from murder, a voice, a British one, spoke up. Waverley looked up to see a blonde who she didn't know particularly well. The smile fell from her face as the woman issued a word of warning, causing Waverley to give a small nod over her half-eaten bar. [color=purple]"Right..."[/color] she said, uncertain. It brought a small bit of worry back into her mind.