[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 What Might Be a Trap, or Might Not Be, but Probably is
[color=Purple][b]Skills:[/b][/color] Radio Wave Manipulation[/center][hr][hr]
Had Spark Plug's forced serenity stayed in effect for a little longer than it had, Waverley probably would've addressed whatever inferiority complex Sapphire seemed to have going through her head in that chillingly calm, un-Waverley-like tone that she'd been employing for the past few minutes. But as Sapphire spoke, that little voice that always writhed in her brain returned, and with it, the desire for approval from those she considered 'higher ups', causing her stony, unempathetic expression to to fade, a small anxious frown finding its way back onto her lips. She shot a glance at Veil, looking for some form of backup, but she found none. She seemed busy enough trying to figure out what to do about Warlock. So instead, she looked to Sapphire, stuttering out her reply. [color=purple]"Fucking Christ, dude, I'm sorry if I offended you. We're all just trying to figure out what the right thing to do is."[/color]

With her newly reacquired emotions, she turned her attention to Warlock. Of course his offer would be conditional. She wasn't sure why she'd expected any different. The fact that he was only willing to do it once, for her, made it feel like a deal with the devil. She could have her mom back, and all he wanted her to do was forsake Sunshine and everyone else who had someone they might want to bring back. At first, her anger started up again as annoyance, but it quickly grew as she spoke. 

[color=purple]"What, so you won't bring back Erg because it'd be a little bit harder? That's utter bullshit, and you know it! I don't know what you're playing at, but if my mom's the only person you bring back, then I want nothing to do with it. I had my mom for nineteen years! Sunshine had Erg for, what, a day? She deserves more than that. She deserves a dad that isn't an absentee pile of shit. No, no, I can give you my answer right now: no Erg, no deal!"[/color] she said, a tone of finality in her voice. She felt a number of things for the opportunity she'd let slip through her fingers; anger, sorrow, hate. But regret was not among them. She could relive the past few moments over and over again for the rest of eternity, and she wouldn't change a thing. She pulled herself out of Echo's arms, and began to sulk over to the van. Being the picture of maturity that she was, she made sure to flip Warlock the bird as she climbed into the van, taking a seat in the back.

She felt tears prick at her eyes as she stared out the window, but they never made it to the falling stage of teardom. She desperately didn't want to process what all had just happened, so she did her best to shove out any conscious thoughts. The fact was, she wasn't sure what she wanted. That is, until the memory of the assurance she'd made to a teary-eyed Sunshine on her way out of the Underground surfaced in her mind: what she wanted was McDonald's. She fumbled her phone out of her pocket, her shaky fingers tapping against the screen, opening up the McDonald's app. She'd had a theory for a while about using her ability to pay for things online without actually spending money, but she'd never tried it. She had always been afraid that if she did try it, it'd somehow be tracked back to her. But at that moment, she didn't much care. She just wanted some food. So she placed an order for eight milkshakes and a ridiculous amount of chicken nuggets. Once it came time to choose a payment method, she reached out with her mind. She felt for the waves the app required, and mimicked them, breezing past the paying part of the transaction. It wasn't as hard as she expected it to be, and when she opened her eyes, she looked back down at the app, which showed a message thanking her for her business.

[color=purple]"I ordered some food from McDonald's,"[/color] she said to the two in the front seats, her voice raspy and course, her unshed tears audible in her voice. [color=purple]"Don't worry, it's on me."[/color]