[hr][hr][center][h1][color=Purple]Waverley Watts - Feedback[/color][/h1][img] https://images.amcnetworks.com/amc.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/06/nos4a2-102-maggie-smith-sneak-1200x707.jpg[/img][hr]
[color=Purple][b]Location:[/b][/color] George Washington University
[color=Purple][b]Skills:[/b][/color] Radio Wave Manipulation and Interpretation, Sound Wave Manipulation, Police Code Knowledge, Stealth, Running[/center][hr][hr]
Waverley’s worn tennis shoes tapped anxiously on the floor as she and her group watched the lecture progress. She would always be the first to admit that she wasn’t a genius, but that didn’t keep her from having plenty of opinions on the subjects discussed, primarily about the morality of them. She didn’t speak up however, knowing that it was best for her and the others to stay under the radar. Though if she was being honest, she probably wouldn’t have been able to work up the courage to go up and voice her opinions even if they weren’t there on business. When Echo spoke up, however, Waverley nodded her head in agreement, his words pushing her to speak her own mind. 

[color=Purple]”Right? I mean, would it cure gingers of being ginger? Because that’s a mutation too,”[/color] she blurted out. That thought was likely the least deep and poignant one that inhabited her head, so she wasn’t sure why it was the one that managed to slip out. She was about to try to say something that’d make her come across smarter as she watched Sapphire question the scientists, but before she could do so, a loud blaring alarm began overhead. Waverley jumped in her seat eyes scanning the area for the fire. When she found none, she realized it must’ve been elsewhere. 

[color=Purple]“The fire is...”[/color] Waverley began, pulling her attention-drawing purple hair out of the bun she’d kept it in for the sake of subtlety, letting it fall down her shoulders. She reached out her mind, feeling for any sort of references to a fire. But she found none. Her eyebrows furrowed. [color=Purple]”...nowhere? I mean, there’d usually be a 911 call or a frat boy texting about it to his bros, but I’m not getting anything about a fire.”[/color] She opened her eyes back up, seeing that a number of people, including her own and a girl who was [i]literally[/i] glowing began to file outside. Waverley followed behind, right into a scene of absolute chaos. 

She did her best to evaluate everything happening, even as it raged before her. She first focused her attention on the cops, reaching out her mind once again. The feeling of the police communications had become all too familiar to her during her time in the Underground, so mimicking it wasn’t all too difficult. Neither was deciding what to say. 

[color=Purple][i]”10-19, I repeat, 10-19! All units return to station! Specialists are on their way!”[/i][/color] came the voice from their radios in the voice of a gruff man who’d likely be a chief character in a police show. Suddenly, as she finished with their radios, she heard a gunshot from somewhere other than the officers, and her head spun to see the scientist’s daughter, bleeding on the ground. 

[color=Purple]”NO!”[/color] she screamed out. But when the word passed her lips, she felt her mind grab hold of it, doing something that felt oddly familiar, though she wasn’t sure why. It sounded louder than it should and she could see a number of the purifiers wince in pain. And then there was the [i]feeling[/i]. It didn’t feel like the electromagnetic waves she was used to. When she manipulated radio waves, it felt like she was blowing on a leaf, trying to get it into a teacup. This felt more akin to grabbing onto a kitchen knife and stabbing a racist forty-seven times in the chest. It was more satisfying, more palpable. It caused Waverley’s eyes to widen as she paused for a moment. As she tried to figure out what had just happened, she watched a kid, fists cackling with electricity, begin to smite the purifiers one by one, like a genderbent teenage Zeus. Hoping she was enough of a distraction to keep the purifiers off her ass, Waverley quickly sped over to the fallen blonde girl, hoping to be both fast and stealthy. But when she got there, as she bent over to pull the girl up, she saw a number of the purifiers looking at her with malicious intent. She slowly stood back upright, and put her hands up. [color=Purple]”Please don’t shoot!”[/color] she tried, eyebrows furrowed in worry.