[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
[color=Purple][b]Skills: [/b][/color][/center][hr][hr]
Magik's words sent a shiver down Waverley's spine, though it seemed to do that with every word the girl said. She spoke with a certain cynic wisdom, as if she'd reached into the cosmos and had her hand bit. But these words, her assertion at the existence of ghosts, had a certain effect on Waverley, more so than normal. She seemed so confident, without a hint of humor or hesitation in her voice, like she knew without a shadow of a doubt that the dead walked among them, and for a moment, Waverley believed that she just might. As the other girls quipped among themselves, her eyes slowly fell back on Casper, kicking his foot at something only he could see. Could he really see ghosts? She couldn't be sure. But it was worth looking into.

She was snapped out of the stare when Veil began her speech. To call it a pep talk would have been inaccurate. There was very little pep to be found from her words, only a dismal warning at what was to come. Waverley had known only the basics of what had happened in the Cherry Bomb, and even it was enough to intimidate her. Learning they might not make it back made it infinitely more terrifying. She watched as Blink and Magik split the seams of reality, on the other side of which was a bar basement. Waverley stood from her place on the stairs, walking down them and towards the teleporters' creation. But halfway there, she stopped. Veil's words replayed in her head over and over, and they made it feel like her feet were stuck to the floor. She couldn't do it. She couldn't go through. She could've justified it, saying that she didn't want her family to lose her too, but honestly? She was afraid. No, not afraid. Afraid was normal for her. She was [i]absolutely, undeniably terrified[/i]. She was scared for her life. She turned her face to look at Veil, and changed her direction to go towards the woman, stopping in front of her.

[color=purple]"Hey, uh, boss?"[/color] Waverley asked, her voice awkward as she addressed her superior. She hadn't directly talked to the woman much, and wasn't entirely sure how to do so. It took her a few seconds to get her words together, before continuing, her voice slightly lowered. [color=purple]"I...I joined the Mutant Underground because it's the best I could do. Even though I'm not particularly...super, I knew that here, I could do my part, however small, to keep people safe. But this...this is a lot. I'm not a warrior. I'm not a superhero. I'm just some girl from Greenbelt."[/color] She hesitated for a moment, and when she spoke again, a layer of guilt and anxiety was draped over her words. [color=purple]"And...I'm not sure if I can do this. I want to, but I'm not like you guys. If someone with so much as a sharp knife in their arsenal comes at me, that's it. Game over for Feedback."[/color]

Veil nodded. She once had tried to join the X-Men when she was young, only to be turned away. In her travels around the world, she had seen so many innocent mutants persecuted, many of them unable to defend themselves. Waverley's skills could be combative one day, but they weren't today. [color=935DB8]"If you aren't ready for this.... ready to risk your life.... Then you should stay here,"[/color] Veil told her gently. [color=935DB8]"If the rest of us don't come back, someone needs to carry on and keep the spark alive."[/color]

A small smile formed on Waverley's lips, replacing the frown that had previously been there. Her worst-case-scenario-oriented brain had prepared her for anger or disappointment from the older woman, but instead she found only understanding. It was considerate for Veil to even label staying behind as a sort of a duty. She gave Veil a nod. [color=purple]"Thank you..."[/color] she said, and was about to turn away, but stopped herself. She dug out the radio from her pocket, and held it out to Veil. [color=purple]"If anything goes wrong, send word my way. I may not be able to do much, but I'll try to do what I can."[/color]

Veil took the radio from Waverley, before giving her an affectionate squeeze on the shoulder. [color=935DB8]"I'm sure you're capable of more than you realize."[/color]

Though Waverley wasn't entirely sure the woman's words were accurate, she gave an appreciative nod, grateful for the encouragement. [color=purple]"That means a lot, Veil. I mean it,"[/color] she said, before taking a few steps back, her eyes shifting from Veil to the others as they one by one slipped through the portals. She raised a hand and waved towards the members of the Underground as they went, silently wishing for their luck and safety.