[hr][hr][center][h1][color=Purple]Waverley Watts - Feedback[/color][/h1][img]https://66.media.tumblr.com/4ef9f918a1b306d5905282e8ac3965aa/tumblr_psj7zdw6wI1rptfs5o1_400.gifv[/img][hr]
[color=Purple][b]Location:[/b][/color] Mutant Underground HQ - Outside Jack and Casper's Room 
[color=Purple][b]Skills:[/b][/color][/center][hr][hr]
When James revealed that the dead rat Waverley held in her hand was not, in fact, Fred, Waverley's face pulled into a disgusted grimace, as though it was less gross when she had thought it was Fred. And in a strange, nearly explainable way, it was. Sunshine's consistent anthropomorphism of the carcass had seemed to rub off on Waverley, leaving her with slightly less aversion to Fred than she might feel for the average dead rat. But this vile creature in her hands was not Fred, and upon learning that fact, she released her tentative grip on the thing's tale, letting it fall to the ground, before lightly kicking it away from herself with her foot. Wiping her hand off on her jacket, she looked back to James as his sentence, which didn't make much sense to start with, devolved into a jumble of random words that made Waverley wonder if he was having a stroke.

[color=purple]"Chocolate cake? Warehouse fire? What are you-"[/color] she began, before she heard Cayden's voice. She turned her head to look at him, a confused expression still decorating her face from James' words for a few moments, before a small smile took over. [color=purple]"Yeah, she said to be prepared for a fight and possible evacuation, right? I was just on my way to grab my rebar."[/color] As if reminded by her own words, Waverley turned on her heel and began further down the hall. But as she passed by Casper, something he said stood out to her, causing her to turn around, smile gone from her face. 

[color=purple]"Max? What about Max?"[/color] she asked, her voice tense, containing a cold edge unusual for the normally warm, soft teen. It was an edge that came out whenever the topic of Maximillian Gray came up, which was understandable, considering their past. Her mind quickly began to pick up the bits and pieces of the rest of Casper's statement she'd subconsciously heard, placing them into a cohesive narrative in her mind. She looked from Casper to James, eyebrows furrowed. [color=purple]Did [i]he[/i] send the rat? Is he sending death threats to us now?"[/color]