[hr][hr][center][h1][color=Purple]Waverley Watts - Feedback[/color][/h1][img]https://images.amcnetworks.com/amc.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/07/nos4a2-105-maggie-smith-wraith-1200x707.jpg[/img][hr]
[color=Purple][b]Location:[/b][/color] Old Mutant Underground HQ - Outside in an Obvious Trap
[color=Purple][b]Skills:[/b][/color] Radio Wave Interpretation, Sound Wave Manipulation (emotionally induced), Bat/Mallet/Pipe/Stick Combat[/center][hr][hr]
The entire ride to the old Mutant Underground base, Waverley's hands were gripping tightly to the rebar in her lap. She was anxious, and not just because she knew when they were there, she'd have to see Max again. In fact, that knowledge made her more angry than anxious. No, what caused her anxiety to rise was the knowledge that their van was cloaked. As cool as driving around in an invisible car might initially sound, it seemed like a bad idea in practice. She understood it was important that they weren't followed, but getting into a car crash because their fellow drivers couldn't see them didn't sound like a good alternative. Waverley didn't voice these fears, however. Luckily they managed to get to their destination safely. 

Waverley, who'd taken a seat near the back to keep an eye out behind them, didn't get a good look at the scene until she was out of the vehicle. As she stepped onto the asphalt, her eyes shot out in front of her, and immediately she saw a familiar effeminate frame and head of blonde hair. She only saw him for a moment before Callie obscured them all with a thick fog, making it difficult to see the details of the boy's appearance. But the split second of clear vision was enough for Waverley to tell: it was [i]him[/i]. Just seeing him caused her heart to begin pounding, in part due to her brain replaying the footage of her mother's death, and in part out of pure rage. She exhaled the hatred from her nose, keeping herself from bursting out of control long enough to reach out with her mind, feeling for radio waves the boy might've been emitting. It was a little difficult, with the distraction of her heartbeat pounding against the inside of her chest, but she managed. She was surprised when she felt nothing. 

[color=purple]"He's clean,"[/color] she called out, her voice coming out somewhat croaky. She noticed only then that her mouth had become dry. [color=purple]"They'd only let him out without a tracker if they really trusted him. He's obviously setting us up for an ambush."[/color] She shot a glance at Veil, entangled in an embrace with a man in the only other car around. She had expected Veil to march right up to Max and let him have it, but Waverley couldn't blame her for stopping to hug her brother. The side of the phone call that she had heard sounded intense. So it seemed the rest of them would have to take point. When Max claimed that everything was alright, Waverley felt her heart pound even harder against her ribs, as if trying to get out so it could punch the boy in the nose itself.

[color=purple]"The hell it is!"[/color] she snarled, lip curved into a frown that could only accurately have been described as royally pissed off. She began to walk towards Max, her heart rate accelerating with every step. She could hear her heartbeat in her ears. This wasn't strange; she often heard hear heartbeat in her ears when she was having a panic attack, or when she was stressed or terrified. This was different though. Unbeknownst to her, those around her could hear it as well. It radiated out of her like she was a speaker, the loud thrumming in the unmistakable rhythmm of a heartbeat. It was louder than a heartbeat should ever be. She passed Spark Plug, eventually stopping right in front of the basket on the ground, filled with snacks and drinks, courtesy of their enemy. [color=purple]"We set up a meeting with a murderer, and not only did he not show up with the innocent we're looking to protect, he had the audacity to try and give us a FUCKING GOODIE BASKET!"[/color] As if to emphasize her point, she brought up her rebar, and, eyes glued on Max, she jabbed it down into the care package. She felt the satisfying crunch of olive branches being crushed, feeling a splash of liquid land on the legs of her jeans. She didn't care. She huffed like a bull about to charge. When Glimpse spoke, Waverley glanced over at her, shaking her head.

[color=purple]"We shouldn't call him by his supervillain name. It'll just give him some sick sense of validation,"[/color] she said, before looking back to Veil. Both her hands were gripping tightly to her rebar, and while she wasn't in a fighting stance, it looked like she was prepared to be in one if the need suddenly arose. [color=purple]"Obviously he's lying. So are we leaving, or are we teaching him a lesson? Whatever we do, we should do it before the rest of his fellow goons arrive."[/color]