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[color=A020F0][b]Location:[/b][/color] Base of Mount Othrys
[color=A020F0][b]Skills:[/b][/color] Sing, Musical Mystiokinesis, Creativity[/center][hr][hr]
	[color=A020F0]"The Hunters of-"[/color] Waverley began, putting two and two together. But before she could finish, she let out a sharp yelp as she felt the arrow glide across her cheek, tearing it open. Her body contorted in on herself, her arms lowering from their raised position and covering her cheek, putting pressure on the wound. Her eyes squeezed shut, before flicking them back up, wide and confused. As her eyes flitted across the group of women, looking for a reason, any palpable reason they had to shoot her. She'd been the only one to do as they asked. She'd done her best to be friendly. So why the fuck did they just shoot her? She was the only one who actually listened to them. She let out a cross between a hiss and a sigh, turning her gaze back to the praetors. 

	She knew what was coming: a fight. The archer ladies had attacked one of their own, which, if she knew anything, meant that her own friends would have to fight back. But when she made eye contact with Madalyne, she was surprised to hear the girl scold [i]her[/i]. No fight broke out, which she found more disappointing than she cared to admit. So she wasn't worth fighting for. That's what her dear praetors decided. Her annoyance shifted to concern and anxiousness when she shifted her gaze over to Nancy. She knew the girl had a temper, but she also knew that she was loyal. Waverley did her best to decipher which one was going to win out behind her eyes. When she finally spoke, Waverley cocked up an eyebrow in surprise

	[color=A020F0]"Meter? What do you mean by that? And why are you glaring at me like I'm a dirty sewer rat?"[/color] Waverley asked puzzled, her brow furrowed, before her eyes widened with surprise and her jaw dropped. She reached her hand to her mouth, thinking inward for a moment, finding that all the statements she felt could make it to the tip of her tongue happened to rhyme. She continued to look shocked for a good few seconds, before breaking out into a grin, the tension caused by the whole situation seemingly draining from her bloody face. [color=A020F0]"Oh man, this is totally rad. For a second there I thought you were actually mad!"[/color] As the group began to move on, Waverley reached down and picked her weapons back up, sliding them back into her belt. When she walked, she fell back in line with her fellow fivers.

	[color=A020F0]"So our dear Nancy wants to start a prank war? It's one she'll lose, that's for sure!"[/color] Waverley cheerfully exclaimed in a singsong voice to Emily and Marco. She tended to believe in the best in people, so rather than seeing Nancy's curse as a misguided attempt to squash her into submission, she saw it as something more playful: a joke, one she'd no doubt reciprocate. After speaking her rhyme with a soft rhythm,  she felt the stinging of her cheek dull. She reached a thumb to it, wiping away some of the blood, feeling that the wound had turned to a scab. When they filed into the camp, Waverley took up a position awkwardly near the back of the group, only poking her head forward when Nancy referred to one of the archers as 'Lady Diana,' who she immediately looked towards.

	[color=A020F0]"Lady Diana? I'm sorry, I've never seen your face before...Except on the heart-shaped poster Nancy hangs on her door. Believe me, I really meant no disrespect. I legit thought you were some all-female special units sect. I'm new, see, I don't know all there is to know, so forgive me if my divine etiquette is only so-so."[/color] A playful smirk flickered on the corner of her mouth as she apologized, mostly for Nancy's benefit. Her eyes scanned the group as she spoke, hoping her whimsical rhymes would impress the terrifying women. At first, she had no such luck, but by the time she ended, she saw a few of the huntresses break out into smiles.