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[color=A020F0][b]Location:[/b][/color] Somewhere Alone in the Forest with Jinxing
[color=A020F0][b]Skills:[/b][/color] Creativity, Musical Mystiokinesis, Combative Magic, Singing[/center][hr][hr]
	It's not a pleasant experience, being in desperate need of breath and not being able to obtain it, no matter how much you scramble and grasp for it. Waverley had done it before, and her review of it remained the same as it always had: big, whopping zero star rating. Though in the past, she'd never had to worry about it making her a sitting duck. So when the soft sounds of crunching twigs wrung out beside her, she flung her head up, turning to face the noise. But her body relaxed a little when she saw it was only Emily. The false alarm actually seemed to help, for as Emily began to speak, Waverley managed to get her lungs to start taking deep breaths. When the other girl went silent, Waverley nodded, holding a shaky finger up as she struggled to regain enough air to speak. Eventually, the tremor softened, and she raised her head, her watery eyes looking up at Emily as she shifted positions, her knees tucking under her chin.

	[color=A020F0]"S-sorry for running away...I just needed to get away from all the eyes...A-and it's okay, you don't have to apologize. I didn't mean to hurt anyone, especially not a friend, but I guess that's what happened in the end..."[/color] Waverley sighed, lowering her eyes back to the ground for a moment. Her breathing had reached a relatively normal pace, so, after rubbing the tears out of her eyes, she crawled up to her feet, croaking out a half laugh, the kind people make when they're starting to move past sorrow. [color=A020F0]"Sorry for the dramatics. Anxiety attacks fucking suck. But the worst is over, much to our - FUCK!"[/color] Waverley was cut off as she felt her body be swept up in an enormous and rough claw. A new panic arose as she stared at the massive creature who'd just snatched up her and her friend and began pulling them deeper into the forest.

	She belted out two loud screeches separated by a whimper. The screams rhymed, funny enough, and if she weren't in the claw of a massive scorpion, she'd have wondered how exactly that worked. Instead, though, she put her hands on the cold, hard pincers of the creature, trying to pull herself out, but it was no use. The monster's grip on her was too strong. Then, as she looked down at the guitar pushed tight against her front, she got an idea. She never really used her guitar's magical abilities, since guitar was the only instrument she knew how to play. But it seemed that its enchantment could have more...combative uses. She grabbed onto the neck of the instrument, commanding it to shift. In a sparkling dark purple flash, almost reminiscent of the starry sky on a clear night, the instrument changed shape. It grew, and grew, and grew, taking the form of a full-sized piano that Waverley was sure would disable its claw. Unfortunately, it did not. It continued to race through the woods, unimpeded by the weight of the piano. 

	[i]Alright, too small.[/i] So she tried again. This time, she closed her eyes, bringing to mind the immense instruments she used to see at church, much greater in size than its current form. It began to change again, growing even more. As it changed its form, it shoved Waverley out of the creatures claw, causing her to hit the ground with a hard tumble. When she raised her head, she found that her plan hadn't just worked: her guitar, now a massive organ, crushed the creatures claw under its weight. She only allowed herself a heartbeat's worth of time to feel victorious, as Em remained in the creature's claw. Waverley reached out her hand, and she begun to belt a melody, one that she didn't recognize. Likely something she heard on the radio once or at a coffee shop open mic night and had long forgotten. She wasn't sure what she was trying to do, or how she would do it. All she wanted to do was save Em. And the universe listened. As Waverley sang, dirt rose up from underneath Emily's feet, forming around her shoes. It grabbed hold of her and pull, resulting in a tug-o-war of sorts between the strange animated dirt and the scorpion. Eventually, the dirt one out, pulling Emily away from the claw. As soon as the girl was free of the monster's grasp, Waverley stopped singing, and the dirt crumbled back to the ground.