[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, Sound Wave Manipulation[/center][hr][hr]
	The world was a spinning blur of colors, wind, and trauma for Waverley as she sped towards the ground. Despite not registering Echo's suggestion in her mind, she didn't stop screaming for even a second during her descent, though it was more out of panic than strategy. The first half of the trip, the small part of Waverley's brain that was still spitting out semi-coherent thoughts had been hopeful. Catching a human being couldn't be that hard, could it? But when she felt the flying girl's fingers graze her body, that hope was immediately replaced by the screeching fear that filled the rest of her brain. At that moment, she fully expected the icy embrace of death.

	Instead what she found was the icy embrace of...ice? The landing wasn't pleasant; the weight of her entire body landed on top of her dominant arm hard enough for it to snap. The quick shriek it caused put an end to her chorus of screams, lowering them instead to a series of whimpers that rang out as she half-slid, half-rolled down the slide. Eventually, she found herself on warm, solid ground. It took her body a moment recalibrate itself after her less-than-graceful fall, but when it eventually did, she shakily pushed herself to her feet. The moment her mangled arm was off the ground, she winced, sucking in a deep breath of air. 

	She quickly grabbed onto it with her good arm, and held it tightly to her chest. It was painful even then, but at least it was manageable. She took a moment to gain her bearings, and when she did, she was surprised to find two sentinels standing before them. She readied herself to see if they were remote control, when one exploded and the other began to do a little robotic jig. Her eyes flitted over to the green-haired girl who was giggling with the excitement of a kid who'd just gotten away with a prank, and her immediate assumption was that she'd had something to do with it. She didn't know of anyone else who'd be capable of it. Still, perhaps in an attempt to calm herself down, she let her watery eyes close and her short shaky breaths morph into longer shaky breaths, going into the pseudo-meditative state she often went into when using her ability. As she reached out her mind, she attempted to feel for any connections the sentinel might've had, only to find that it was already fully controlled by Zarina.

	Waverley's eyes snapped open when she felt a touch on her shoulder, but when she looked, she saw it was Echo rather than anyone with malicious intent and relaxed. Her head dropped a little when he simultaneously praised and scolded her, but she gave a small nod in agreement. It confused her for a second when he mentioned a band, but her mind quickly caught up with her, remembering the little performances Echo and his clones did in order to attack. Her eyebrows furrowed as she raised her eyes to look at him, then the villain who was on her way down, wielding two halves of a car. He was asking a lot, and Waverley wasn't sure if she could deliver.

	[color=purple]"I-I can try..."[/color] Waverley mumbled, unsure. Part of her was certain that she wouldn't be able to keep up a scream for long, so instead, she formed her lips into a circle and began to whistle. She could feel the waves passing her lips and through the air all around her. She watched Polaris, waiting for the woman's attacks, ready to attempt to counteract them when the moment arrived.

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Currently defending against Polaris’ attacks via super whistle
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