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[color=A020F0][b]Location:[/b][/color] On the Trail
[color=A020F0][b]Skills:[/b][/color] [s]Being Adorably and Affably Awkward[/s][/center][hr][hr]
	Waverley flinched at the way Nancy said [i]'mortal'[/i], as if she were scraping dog shit off her heel. It still confused Waverley; they could die, right? So weren't they mortals too? And even if she was just talking about humans, that was still condemning half their genetic makeup. But she stayed silent, simply following Madalyne, taking up the rear in their little lineup. She squinted as the strange camp came into view, cautiously picking up her pace, making her way up through the group, thinking that there was a good chance it was just some forest-dwelling vagabonds. As the group's resident hobo musician, she figured that, if it were a such a camp of vagabond campers, it might be useful to have her on hand. She stopped dead in her tracks a few feet behind Nancy as women wielding bows immerged from the brush, arrows pointed at the group. Waverley immediately shot her hands into the air as one of the women spoke. When Nancy replied, Waverley worriedly furrowed her eyebrows.

	[color=A020F0]"Nancy, just do what they say. You do not wanna go up against an armed lesbian. Trust me, I rode with Dykes on Bikes for a month. I know what I'm talking about,"[/color] Waverley whispered, though she seemed to immediately contradict her claim by pulling her baton from her belt and her emergency gun from its holster, tossing them both to the ground. For a second she just looked at Nancy confused, unsure why this feminist special units team would know anything about the Twelfth Legion, but she shook her head, figuring it wasn't an important question to ask. So she cautiously stepped forward, arms still up. It admittedly helped her confidence as she stepped up that she had a seemingly indestructible guitar covering most of her abdomen

	[color=A020F0]"Uh...hello ladies,"[/color] Waverley awkwardly began, mentally cursing Marco for getting the word 'ladies' stuck on the surface of her head. [color=A020F0]"Sorry about my friend, she's, uh, a little proud. Can we, like, start over? Maybe without the weapons pointed at us?...I'm Waverley Watts, and...uh...a fun fact about me is that I'm very bad at coming up with icebreaker fun facts while my life is being threatened...now this is the part where you introduce yourselves and give us a fun fact about you..."[/color]