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[color=A020F0][b]Location:[/b][/color] Mount Othrys
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	Waverley twisted her head to look at Nancy, her eyebrows furrowing together in disgust at the girl's putrid bathroom-related taunts, before casting the same look at Atlas. She couldn't keep herself from gagging at the gross, childlike exchange between the Praetor and the Titan, her nose wrinkling up in distaste. 

	[color=A020F0]"Jesus, you guys are gonna make me puke up my breakfast...by which I mean my coffee. Are immortals always this disgus-"[/color] Waverley began to ask, before she was interrupted by the sight of a small rock speeding towards her. She stumbled to the side, just in time for it to speed by barely miss her head, instead putting a massive hole in the already crumbling structure. Her eyes went wide, looking at the damage as she gulped down her fear. She glanced back to Atlas, about to say something, before seeing that Marco was doing his thing. Her intimidated expression quickly faded when she came to a realization.

	[color=A020F0]"Wait...that didn't rhyme. Huh, I guess it's over,"[/color] she muttered, reaching up to her throat. She then turned to the others and pulled the piece of rubble out of her pocket, lowering her voice in hopes of not interrupting Marco's magical chatting. [color=A020F0]"Do you think this actually has sentimental value to him? If it does, I can leave it here. I was just thinking about taking it home as a souvenir,"[/color] she whispered, pausing before adding, [color=A020F0]"That rhymed, didn't it? Guess I'm not quite home free. I've gotta get back into the groove of talking normally."[/color]