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[color=A020F0][b]Location:[/b][/color] The [i]Fucking[/i] Labyrinth, Apparently
[color=A020F0][b]Skills:[/b][/color] [/center][hr][hr]
	Waverley's lungs collapsed in a deep sigh as the Sphinx withdrew from its circling prowl around her trembling body. She could feel her whole body relax, her head leaning back as the monster slinked away. The silence left by the Sphinx only lasted a second, as it was quickly replaced by an array of hushed whispers. At first, they were unclear enough that Waves assumed it was the rest of the fifth cohort just outside. But it didn't take long for them to sharpen, becoming clear. 

	[color=A020F0]"Lovely..."[/color] she mumbled, the voices dripping into her mind. She shot a quick glance over to Demi as he told her to stay, giving him a small nod, both of affirmation and gratitude. As her friends began to peel away, she began chewing on her lip. She backed up into the invisible force field blocking her from the sewers, before using it to slowly slip onto the ground, plopping down on the cold hard stone and crossing her legs. She found the voices...not comforting, that wouldn't be right. They were awful, but they were awful in a way that was familiar. She had more experience with voices whispering cruelties to her than she did with sphinxes spouting out riddles. Her fingers began to gently stroke the strings of her guitar, making a quiet melody. [color=A020F0]"Yeah, you're right...no one wants me here. Or anywhere, really...do you mind if I play you a song, disembodied voices of madness? Don't judge, I haven't workshopped it at all. In fact, you'll be the first people - people? - to ever hear it, so...don't be too critical,"[/color] she said into the empty labyrinth. She took a deep breath in, and her idle picking turned into strumming.

[center][color=A020F0][i]"Don't wanna be a Roman,
Just wanna go home again
Not that I could find it even if I tried

I'm just a vagabond
Take back your magic wand
I didn't know what it cost when I applied."[/i][/color][/center]

She started out slow, almost shy despite her lack of an audience. But as she played, she fell into her groove, the groove that always fell into when she played, and her strumming became more assured, fast, passionate, as did her voice. It wasn't the tidy, packaged voice you find in studios. It was raw, emotional, but beautiful nonetheless. 

[center][color=A020F0][i]"I wanna go back to the tracks, that's where I wanna be
But I went and left them behind me, behind me, behind me

Wanna turn around, but I don't
Could look behind me but I won't
Because I fear, all I have here
Will slip away and disappear

Wanna turn around, but I can't
Could look behind me but I shan't
Because I know, I'll sink below
Away from any home I might one day know."[/i][/color][/center]

	Waverley's melody continued for a few moments after her voice stopped, but it too eventually ended. Once her little indie punk tune was over, she took deep breaths, a bead of sweat surfacing on the temple of her head as she leaned back against the barrier. [color=A020F0]"Like I said, it's a work in progress, so don't be too harsh."[/color]

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Waves is doing her best to use the power of music to keep the madness at bay, with her musical empathy ability, as well her guitar skill and her singing skill. If that's necessary.
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