[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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	Waverley's body somehow went more tense than it already was when Madalyne invited her over. She opened her mouth to say something, but nothing came out. She didn't really know what to say. Perhaps in search of some sort of guidance or backup, she turned to look at Emily, only to find the older girl already walking towards the table. Waverley cautiously followed behind, nervously nibbling on the tip of the straw poking out of her beverage. She kept her place standing behind Emily as the praetors and Niah explained why they asked them over. As they did, Waverley slowly shuffled out from behind Emily, realizing she wasn't in any sort of trouble. Most of the words that left their mouths went over her head. She didn't know what the pit was (though it did sound ominous), nor did she know what the Prophesy of the Seven was, and her knowledge on Titans and Giants was limited. But she did recognize one name.

	[color=a187be]"Atlas? Like the-"[/color] she began, but instead of articulating it into words, she raised her hands above her head in what she had intended to be representation of holding the sky up, but looked more like a really awkward dancer raising the roof. The story she'd always heard about Atlas was that holding the heavens up was a responsibility, not a punishment. It hurt her optimism a bit to hear otherwise. When Emily sat down, it didn't take long for Waverley to realize she was the last one standing. Naturally, that fact made her uncomfortable, but seeing as there were no seats left around the praetor's table, she resolved to awkwardly squatting to meet the eye level of the others. [color=a187be]"Huh. I...didn't know he was real."[/color] She hesitated a moment, trying to decide whether she should disclose the fact that she'd been eavesdropping on them. Having only heard a bit of their past conversation, she assumed New York had something to do with Atlas. After a few moments, she continued. [color=a187be]"I heard you guys mention New York. Is that where Atlas is? Is he, like, secretly the Empire State Building? That...that'd be cool. God, I really hope that's the case. Uh, anyway, I'm asking because I've actually been there before, so I can recommend all the best cheap hotels and hole-in-the-wall restaurants and stuff, if we need, like, a tour guide or something,"[/color] she offered, unaware that, even if they had needed knowledge of the city for the mission, what she knew from travelling through the city would likely have been trumped by Marco's experience living there.