[hr][hr][center][h1][color=a187be]Waverley Watts[/color][/h1][img]https://66.media.tumblr.com/d72f0c2c2cd8e1f3f97b84e343e0516a/tumblr_pshnnbcZMI1rptfs5o1_400.gifv[/img][hr]
[color=a187be][b]Location:[/b][/color] New Rome - Coffee Shop
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	[color=a187be]"Greeks?"[/color] Waverley inquired when Emily made her first mention of them. She made no attempt to hide her confusion as the older girl attempted to explain the relationship between the Greeks and the Romans to her. Waverley still wasn't very educated in the matters both supernatural and mythical; to be honest, she still hadn't come to terms with the whole multiple gods thing, what with her being raised Christian. Denial helped, though. She didn't think of them as gods, not really. In fact, when referring to them, she'd either call them things like 'the Great Oldies' and 'the Almighty Elderly,' or just gesture wordlessly and vaguely towards the sky. Still, she did her best to follow along with the narrative Emily laid out.

	[color=a187be]"Wait, hold up, apocalyptic?"[/color] Waverley started, her eyebrows furrowed and looking past Emily as she thought. She hesitated for a moment as she tried to work her words out in her head, taking another sip from her iced coffee. [color=a187be]"You're telling me that there's a good chance I could be spending my last days on Earth shoveling up elephant shit and cleaning latrines?"[/color] She paused for a moment, before beginning to laugh. 

	[color=a187be]"Oh Jesus, I think I owe my dad an apology. I always got pissed when he told me I'd die working under a horse's ass, but he was fucking spot on. Only thing he got wrong was the animal."[/color] Waverley exclaimed, her voice too jubilant and grin to wide for someone who was talking about the possible end of days. Her amusement was quickly cut off, however, when Marco's voice rose over the general din of the cafe. [color=a187be]"Shit, busted,"[/color] she muttered under her breath, her body immediately tensing up. There was no doubt in her mind that what was to follow was a scolding for not being at her station digging trenches, so she quickly gathered up her notebook and pencil, shoving them in her bag and readying herself for a hasty escape. Grabbing her remaining coffee and guitar case, throwing the latter over her shoulder, she awkwardly clambered out of her chair, her eyes flitting over to Marco and the girls. [color=a187be]"Oh, uh, that's not necessary, I was just on my way back to the trenches. Just, y'know, wanted a coffee break, heh."[/color] Her audible gulp was followed by a nervous laugh.