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Waverley Watts - Feedback


Location: Mutant Underground, Washington D.C. Station (Attic)
Skills:



Waverley gave a small nod when Callie told her to hold off on replying to the voices on the other side of the radio, letting out a breath she hadn't realized she'd been holding. If she was being honest with herself, her asking if Callie wanted her to reply to the mystery voices was just as much her way of divulging the fact that she could as it was asking if she should. She wanted to lay all her cards out onto the table, because she had no idea what to do with them on her own. Before she could make any sort of verbal reply, though, her attention was snatched by Negasonic, who gave a vague and cryptic warning before sprinting forwards. Waverley shielded her eyes as a bright flash filled the room, accompanied by the loud noise of roof-shattering. When Waverley pulled her arm away from her eyes, she immediately realized where that roof-shattering noise had come from: the shattering of the roof. Above her and her coworkers was an open night sky, a sight that caused Waverley's eyes to widen and a frown to take place on her face. Her wide eyes immediately dropped down to look at Negasonic.

"What the hell?!" she yelled out loudly, her brow furrowed in annoyance. Negasonic didn't even have to react for Waverley's annoyed expression to shift to one of fear as she sheepishly took a step back, casting her gaze to the ground. She opened her mouth back up to speak, and stuttered out a few silent vowels, perhaps in a failed attempt to apologize, before closing her mouth back up. She kept her head down as she crouched down to grab her rebar. Once she had it in her hand, she shuffled over to the wall right of the stairs where she had placed her backpack, picking it up and putting it on.

"As much as I'd like to know everything that's going on with this Hellfire Club and Murlocks and Frost International, we should really leave before police get here to figure out why the top of a long-abandoned warehouse just blew off in the middle of the night," as she spoke, she occasionally glanced up, her eyes prancing from person to person while avoiding Negasonic completely.


Waverley Watts - Feedback


Location: Mutant Underground, Washington D.C. Station
Skills:Perception, Pop Culture Knowledge, Radio Wave Interpretation



Waverley watched as, after her blow to his shoulder, Vulcan dramatically crumbled to his knees. Her eyes went wide with surprise, still holding her rebar in front of her. She lowered it slightly, poking the man, looking for any sign of retaliation from him. When he showed none, she took a step back, a gasp escaping from her lips, followed by those same lips turning into a goofy grin. Just like with the training exercise only minutes before, she knew that the whole team was to thank, but it just felt good to execute the final part of the mission. Though the feeling she felt after taking down her first ever villain was a thousand times better than what she expected it felt like to ring the bell. She let her rebar fall out of her hands and clang onto the floor, breathing as if she had run around the block. She was about to celebrate with her new friends when the blonde lightning woman began to spout off orders. As she did, Waverley got onto her knees behind Vulcan, cautiously sticking her hands into his pockets, rummaging around until she pulled out a radio and some sort of card. She took more interest in the card, having known from the man's previous transition that he'd have some sort of radio on him. She turned it around in her hand to see the logo of some big corporation she'd heard of, but didn't really have any knowledge on. She nodded at Callie's command, standing up and holding the card out to her.

"I'll see what I can find. But I, uh, found this on him. It looks like a keycard, not just a business card. Do...you think that this company has anything to do with anything?" she asked, following it by scanning the room for Magik. "Someone should search the oth-" Waverley cut her comment short when she saw the villain girl in Colossus' arms, the large metal man seeming all too intent on keeping her with him. "Er...nevermind."

Without further ado, Waverley closed her eyes, and let the radio waves of the city sift through her mind. She scanned as far out as she could, tuning in to the best of her abilities and ignoring the noise coming from those around her. It didn't take too long before her efforts were rewarded.

“Magik and Vulcan haven’t responded. Neither has HQ.” she finally heard, tuning in more closely the transmission.

“Tunnels are clear.... Black King, I think I found the remnants of a sentinel.”

Waverley's brow furrowed, and her eyes slid back open, only to see two new faces standing where the other two villains had come from. She quickly crouched down and began to scramble towards her rebar, only to hear Colossus greet one as if they were old friend. It caused Waverley to stand back up straight, and turn over to Spark Plug, her voice lowered in fear of interrupting any other important conversation her coworkers might be having.

"The one from earlier, the one that they were calling the Black King, he's worried that they're not responding. And apparently neither is their HQ. If you want, I can try to mimic the wavelengths I felt from the girl's voice, and send him a message back saying the plan went without a hitch. It...might get them off our backs for a bit..." she began, glancing back down at the defeated villain in Colossus' arms, before continuing. "And there's a new one, a woman, who said that the tunnels are clear, and that...they'd found the remnants of a...sentinel?"


Waverley Watts - Feedback


Location: Mutant Underground, Washington D.C. Station (H5 -> G7)
Skills:Hide



Immediately after Waverley placed Spark Plug on the ground, she took a step back, a deep breath filling her lungs as she took a moment to rest. She let her trusty rebar dangle at her side, glancing out over the battlefield. The man responsible for destroying the pillars was not looking too good, with their strategist having beat the shit out of him with some sort of jiu jitsu or kung fu, and the stylish Leighton girl having thrown a ball at his balls and kicked him in the face with her heeled boot, a move that caused Waverley to wince with both pity for Vulcan and awe of Leighton. Her eyes were pulled off the sight when she heard a voice weakly speaking behind her. She looked at Spark Plug, and gave her a quick nod.

"I'll...I'll do my best," she replied, her face host to a worried frown. Without waiting another second, she crouched down slightly and walked around back of their fallen pillar. With Vulcan being attacked from front and back, he seemed to be busy enough for Waverley to sneak up on. She stuck close to the wall, her rebar in her hands, ready for battle, as she quietly sauntered closer and closer to where her associates surrounded the villain. It didn't take her long to reach them. And once she was behind Vulcan, she raised the rebar above her head and...

When Waverley was ten-years-old, the Christmas after she'd beaten Ocarina of Time, her parents bought her a wooden replica of the Master Sword. She had been so excited, using it to fend off imaginary monsters in the living room. One day, though, during one of her little games, her dickish older brother, as dickish older brothers often do, told her that she was doing it all wrong. Immediately afterwards, she ran up to her room to get her first generation iPad to look up the proper way to swing a two-handed sword. Wikihow gave her all the answers she needed: right hand over left, pull down with left hand, and guide with the right hand. She broke her sword upon actually attempting to hit a training dummy she'd made by stuffing a hoodie full of pillows, but as she drew close to Vulcan, the instructions rung through her head: pull down with left and guide with right. And that's exactly what she did. She brought the rebar down on Vulcan's shoulder in a fierce blow, before stepping back a few steps and holding her rebar defensively in front of her, acting as if she knew exactly what she was doing.
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Agent Waverley Watts - Feedback


Location: The Palace
Skills:



As Agent Watts watched the battlefield overhead like some sort of free-for-all chess game, she caught something strange out the corner of her eye, or rather, the camera’s eye. She wasn’t sure what it was at first, so she focused her attention on it. She quickly recognize it as some sort of arrow, and attempted to fly out of the way, but it was too late. And as she attempted to switch over to her other drone, she felt that it, too, was gone. Agent Watts pulled her focus away from the radio waves around her, the map room fading back into sight. She gritted her teeth in annoyance, breathing a deep breath through her nose. She tucked her hand into her suit jacket, pulling out her gun and holding it in both hands as she walked with purpose towards through the door and into the palace halls.

That purpose was short-lived, however, when a wave of peace washed over her. Her angry face melted off, revealing one of exhaustion and disappointment. She stopped in her tracks, blinking in confusion, before letting out a sigh and dropping her gun. She sat down on the ground, her back against the palace wall, as she picked her gun back up, looking down on it and absentmindedly feeling the well-crafted barrel. Her face was one of doped up sorrow, like a pothead who just lost their dog, not knowing that it’s just in the other room.

”Who even uses arrows anymore?” Waverley lamented, turning the pistol over in her hand. “Just get a fucking gun...”


Waverley Watts - Feedback


Location: Mutant Underground, Washington D.C. Station (H4 -> H5 -> E2 -> H5)
Skills:Hide, Perception, Run



When Waverley's discovery sparked up a conversation between a few of the other members, Colossus included, she felt herself swell with more pride than she cared to admit. For the first time in her new superhero career, she'd done something useful. She couldn't help a small smirk from taking residence on her face. That smirk quickly dropped, however, when the next emotion set in: complete and utter terror. If she had been useful, and the transmission did mean something, that meant there was a possibility that something was about to go down. And Waverley was not ready to be throne into an actual, real life superhero situation. She hadn't even really been trained how to fight, and she didn't really have a power she could fall back on in that respect. She did her best to shake off this fear as she looked to Colossus.

She was about to stutter out that if she was able to pick them up randomly, they had to be within at least a mile, but before she could, their human taser fell to her knees in agony. It caused Waverley to let out a loud gasp, her eyes going wide. She took a step towards Spark Plug with the intention of helping her, but before she could, she spotted two new forms at the top of the staircase, pulling her attention away from her ally. God they even looked like supervillains in a sense. One looking like some sort of smooth devilish rogue type, and the other just looking like a maniac. Waverley glanced back at Colossus for direction only to see - Why the fuck wasn't he metal?!

She didn't have time to ask, as a bright flash in front of her caught her eyes, causing her to look back at the pillar in front of her, only for her to find that it was falling. The falling of it inspired the falling of Waverley, ungracefully tripping on her rear, covering her face with a hand to protect it from rubble. Luckily for her, the collapsing pillar was far enough away and hit at such an angle that the damage caused didn't stretch out to her. Once she'd realized she was thankfully unscathed, she scrambled forward on her hands and knees, ducking behind the pile of what had minutes before been a pillar and what had seconds ago been the thing Waverley thought would kill her.

Her eyes scanned the area, to see their strategist running at the Destroyer of Pillars, unleashing a flurry of blows on the man. She also saw the gothy teen with what appeared to be a magical sword straight from some sort of anime running at the long-haired young man and Colossus, who, Waverley couldn't help but noticed, was still flesh and blood. And, of course there was Spark Plug, still freaking out on the ground for a reason Waverley assumed was because of their assailants. There was no way Waverley was gonna last a minute out there with just her fists.

So, as any sane person would, she turned her attention back to the rubble pile, and began to dig through it, looking for anything that could be used as a weapon. After a few moments, her hand fell on something metal. She wrapped her fingers around it and gave it a tug, pulling it out enough to figure out what it was: rebar. She gave it a harder tug, pulling it out of the crumbling concrete like some discount Excalibur. It wasn't a magic sword, but it'd have to do. She looked back up at the scene in front of her, eyes darting between her choices, trying to decide what to do.

They finally landed on Magik, making her way towards Colossus and the long-haired guy, with the Spark Plug in pain on her knees not too far away. If she stayed where she was, it didn’t seem unlikely she’d catch some of whatever the magic sword girl was about to do to Colossus. Waverley let out a breath and rested her rebar on her shoulder, before leaping out of hiding and bolting for Spark Plug. The sudden movement caused her to trip over her feet for the first step, but she managed to catch herself. She ran behind Leighton, quickly getting to Spark Plug, and she tucked her head under the woman’s arm, her own arm holding onto the woman’s far shoulder. She let out a grunt as she helped her off the ground, practically dragging her back to her hiding spot behind the rubble. Once there, Waverley placed Spark Plug on the ground leaning against the pile.


Agent Waverley Watts - Feedback


Location: The Palace (Drone A = D5) (Drone B = 7C)
Skills:



As soon as she was given the confirmation on her line of action, Agent Watts gave a curt nod, before turning her attention back to the map in front of her. But it didn't look like she was looking at it, but rather using it as a fixed, unmoving point in order to focus. She reached out her mind, letting her powers feel around deeper into the palace, trying to find the familiar sensation of the drones. It didn't take her long to do so, and once she had, she closed her eyes. The feeling of starting up the drones, the buzzing sensation in her mind as she pulled them off the ground of their given stations and guided them outside, always felt to Agent Watts like ventriloquism. It felt like she was pulling them upward with infinite invisible strings. It would've been enough to put the slightest of smirks on her face, had she not had a job to do.

She maneuvered the duo of drones simultaneously, sending one towards the crowded execution spot, and the other to patrol the perimeter of the palace grounds. At first, she split her focus evenly between the two, taking in their cameras' views with equal concentration. Kingston's message, though, changed that. She let the patrolling drone linger, absentmindedly keeping it in the air as she moved the drone over the crowd closer towards Kingston's position, until she could see him with his gun drawn, shooting at a woman Watts recognized to be Runa Blake. He managed to bring her down in the first couple of shots. Still, Agent Watts made sure to keep an eye on her as Kingston moved on to attack the younger Banner, who was also brought down quickly. Though as soon as he was brought down, Agent Watts noticed Blake begin to rise to her feet, and Watts sprung into action. She sent the drone plummeting towards the ground at the target, who seemed to be getting ready for some kind of attack. Her cutting off Kingston's hand, opening a portal, they didn't stop the drones descent, not until Blake grabbed hold of Kingston and dragged him through the portal, which promptly disappeared.

"Fuck!" Agent Watts yelled out as her drone pulled up, stopping it from crashing into the ground. She let it hover over Lance Banner's body for a few moments, before making it fly back up twenty feet or so into the air. Still focusing most of her attention on Lance Banner and anybody who might try to get close to him, she sent out a message to the rest of the Red Guard.

'Attention Red Guard Units, Lance Banner has been rendered unconscious. Find him and pick him up under the drone nearest to the execution site.'


Waverley Watts - Feedback


Location: Mutant Underground, Washington D.C. Station (I6 -> H4)
Skills:Radio Wave Detection



Waverley pushed her back up against the pillar that she hid behind, taking a deep breath and thinking about what she could do. If she was fast, and Colossus was distracted enough by the others, she could maybe bolt to the pillar across from her. From there, it wouldn’t be too hard to get behind Colossus and ring the bell. The plan raced through her head at least three times as she listened behind her for any sort of sounds to signify Colossus was distracted. After a few moments of waiting, the loud sound of electric buzzing filled the air, the same noise that accompanied the electrocution of their ally. It caused Waverley to pop her head out from behind the pillar to gaze out at the scene in front of her. There she saw Colossus standing in a defensive position, Leighton and Madame Tesla Coil, or Spark Plug, as she called herself, in front of him. Though what she saw behind him made her shoulders drop, and caused a disappointed sigh to slip out of her mouth: their strategist, standing only a yard away from the bell. Waverley hadn’t expected to actually be the one to ring the bell, not with so many mutants with actual combat-oriented powers. But part of her had at least hoped-

"Black King, we're on site."

Waverley’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion as her brain picked up a passing transmission, the unknown voice ringing through her head. She opened her mouth to speak, but instead inhaled a deep breath. Her forehead wrinkled as she stared off into a fixed point at Colossus’ frozen feet, her mind focusing in on the transmission, tuning in to listen for any response. She wasn’t disappointed.

"Good work, Magik. Things have proceeded according to plan in the tunnels. Proceed with phase two."

After hearing the latter part of the transmission, Waverley pulled herself out of focus, looking up to Colossus’ face. She stepped out of hiding, walking closer to the middle of the room, raising her right hand in the air and giving it a wave for Colossus’ attention.

“Hey, Colossus, I just picked up something that might be important,” she said, her voice lacking some of the hesitation it held before. “I heard someone say, ‘Black King, we’re on site,’ and then whoever they were talking to was like, ‘Good job Magik. Things are going according to plan in the tunnels. Go ahead with phase two.’” She explained, before shooting a glance to the side, her hesitation returning. “I mean, it might just be a laser tag team, or some super intense letterboxers, but since we’re, you know, a secret superhero organization, I thought it might be worth pointing out.”


One semi-stalker ready for editing! I didn’t do anything fancy, mainly because I don’t know how, but might add some fanciness in later. Also, if it feels weird reading, it’s because I had to edit some stuff. I made a mistake on my first draft, and had to do a bunch of editing to fix it.

Edit: Depending on y’all’s feedback, I may decide to make her thing for Rachel less of an obsession and more of just a normal crush.
@spooner Will do! I'm working on her right now.
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