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Waverley Watts


Location: School
Skills: Perception



Waverley winced as the stranger tossed her chair at the sick student, causing him to fall to the ground. She didn't say anything - there was reason to be scared. Whatever was happening, there was a violence to it. She'd picked up that much from the police broadcasts. Still, she hadn't seen any of it with her own eyes, and she couldn't help but feel sympathy for the sick student as they shambled back onto their feet. Waveley followed the stranger, heading towards front of the school. Waverley brought up the rear, so the children were sandwiched protected from front and back.

The memory of the gunshots outside resurfaced in Waverley's mind, prompting her to tilt her head slightly, listening out for anything out of the ordinary. She could still hear the bustle of a crowd outside, but the commotion had lessened since they'd entered. The gunshots had gone quiet too - which was particularly relieving for Waverley. She let out a sigh, turning her gaze forward, past the kids to the stranger leading their little group.

"I'm Waverley, by the way. Waverley Watts," Waverley introduced herself - since things had calmed down, it seemed like as good a time as any. It probably wouldn't be a bad idea for her to explain why she was at the school. "My sister goes here - Riley. Kinda short, kind of a genius, kinda smug about it."


Waverley Watts


Location: School
Skills: Morale Boosting



Waverley was just as intent on helping the kids as Kaitlyn seemed to be, but she wasn't sure provoking the ill student was a great idea. She was about to voice this opinion, only for the stranger to slip into the room and begin screaming at the sick kid. Waverley wasn't opposed to winging it - in fact, it tended to be her primary strategy for most problems. As such, she didn't hesitate when the stranger made her move, instead ducking down, quickly looping around the side of their little fortress opposite to that of the kids' shambling peer. She pushed a pair of the desks apart, making an opening for the pair to slip out of.

"Come on - there are some paramedics outside; we can get you to them," Waverley promised, reaching her arms out to the kids. As soon as she had their hands in hers, she helped them out of their little barricade, guiding them out of the classroom. Once they were out, she turned back to the stranger, putting herself between the kids and the sick student still inside. Her eyes fixed onto the stranger. "I got 'em! Come on!"


Waverley Watts


Location: School
Skills: N/A



Waverley turned her attention to the younger of the two women, her lips parting to answer the question. No words immediately came out from them, though; it was a bit hard to explain, after all, that Waverley was neither teacher nor student, just some rando who came to this school on a hunch. Then, the other began to them down the hallway. Her companion followed immediately. Waverley hesitated - the alternatives were few. If she didn't follow her only other option was the cop on the loose outside, or the creepy teacher. One last look at him, and Waverley quickly caught up with the others.

"Neither," Waverley finally answered as she fell in behind Kaitlyn. She seemed disinterested in explaining why she was there, instead trying to put together a semi-clear understanding of what was going on. "Whatever's happening, I think it's happening all over Manhattan. The cops have been all over the place, trying to tackle something I don't think they understand."

Waverley tensed up as an ear-piercing scream wrung out. Waverley kept pace with Kaitlyn, speeding to see who the cause was, and help them if at all possible. When the pair arrived at the source, they found a pair of students defending themselves with a makeshift barricade in hopes that it'd stop the one that held that sickly pallor the teacher had had. She tensed up, not entirely sure of what she could do to help.

"Hey, kid, uh," she called out, her attention on the seemingly sick student. Her eyes were cautiously fixed on the kid, her foot scooting backwards. "There are some ambulances outside - maybe there's someone who can help out there?" It was not Waverley's predisposition to be afraid of the ill, but even she couldn't stop a feeling of creeping fear from crawling up her back. It was a fear that caused her to step back, nervously preparing to stumble back if necessary.


Waverley Watts


Location: School
Skills: N/A



Cops, Waverley found, were a lot like rats. Like rats, if they start acting strangely, there's likely to be trouble ahead. This was what had drawn her out of her cozy little apartment around what would usually be her bedtime. After a late gig at Beyond the Veil, she'd come home with sleep on her mind. She hadn't been able to sleep for long, though - in part thanks to her god-awful sleep schedule, and in part thanks to the screeching and honking brought on by the fact a stop sign had recently been stolen right out front of her apartment. She'd never been good at getting back to sleep once awakened, so she did what she always did on nights like that one: she started a broadcast.

It started out normal enough; cop forecasts between recent indie bands Waverley had discovered, a few prerecorded interviews, and an update on a community garden project a friend of hers had been doing. Then, things started to take a turn. Panic, uncertain reports, calls for backup. All happening consistently. Some very weird shit.

Then, Riley's high school was mentioned. Very little would have drawn Waverley away from such a broadcast. Her sister potentially being in danger? It was enough for her to chug the last bits of her coffee and make a beeline for the bus stop. She kept an ear to her police scanner the whole ride, waiting for updates on what was happening at her sister's school - not that she could hear much over the guy practically coughing up a lung behind her. Texting her sister also didn't yield much in the way of results. Riley was a notoriously bad texter - perhaps that was why she hadn't texted back? It's what Waverley told herself on loop in her mind as the bus rolled its way ever closer.

She'd bolted through the doors as soon as they'd opened. When she'd gotten to the school, it looked as though most of the students were already out, something seemingly facilitated by the cops on scene. Waverley glanced through the crowd, but couldn't spot her - and, as soon as gunshots rang out, she instinctively ducked down. Certain Riley wasn't in the crowd, she rushed past the crowd Another way cops are like rats - approaching one without vetting it first can be hazardous to one's health. She wasn't sure what they were firing at, but she knew not to get closer than she had to.

She didn't expect Riley to still be on the school grounds, but she knew she had to check. Not to mention that it was probably the safest place to hide out from the cop outside. The halls were mostly quiet, save for the echoing of Waverley's feet on the polished wooden floor. And, after a moment, a ding from Waverley's phone. She quickly pulled it out, seeing the message from her sisters.

'Good - be safe and be smart. Something weird is going on.' She type out, before hitting send. After a moment, she added, 'Love you,' before sending that off as well. Her head shot up from her phone when she heard something else - a pair of women stumbling out of a door and slamming it shut behind. Her eyebrows furrowed.

"Hiding from the lunatic cop outsi-" Waverley began to ask, quickly closing the distance between them. She stopped behind the pair, though, when she caught a glimpse of the man just past the glass. She flinched back, eyebrows knitting together. "Jesus, what in the Romero is his deal?"

@Nallore Backstory's a little bit of a mess, but otherwise she should be good. Let me know if anything needs to be changed!




Location: Hellfire Bay -> The Other Side
Skills:



'Welcome aboard, Captain Watts' the voice rung through her head as the levitating craft rose from the bay, water dripping down its sides. Everything was happening so fast that she barely even registered the telepathic greeting, and even when she did, she made no attempt to respond. Instead she stood in the midst of the chaos, watching as the army of clones closed in around them. She stood amongst her friends as they lashed out at the thick cloud of clones, lightning and green mist flying outward through the air as they stood their ground.

Waverley raised her remaining hand and prepared to send out a soundwave of her own, but before she could, one of the clones leapt forward and grabbed her by the throat. Her eyes bulged, her outstretched hand instead finding its chest as she struggled to push it away, to release its grip on her. Her struggling was in vain; she couldn't get good leverage on him to get him off. As she felt her vision begin to dim, she turned to her powers, but in those last moments, they betrayed her. They turned inward, forcing her to feel every sound wave rippling through her as her body as she slowly died, making her feel as her muscles went tense, making her feel the desperate pulsating of her empty lungs. Making her feel as her heartbeat went faster and faster and faster.

Until it eventually stopped.

This was always how it was going to happen. This was always how Waverley Watts was going to die: a casualty of a war far greater than herself. She was never going to get married, she was never going to have children, she was never going to grow old. That was never in the cards for her. Not with world she was born into, not with the choices she made, and not with the way she loved. Especially not with the way she loved.

When Waverley was a little girl, her mother read her The Giving Tree on nights she was off work. That book taught Waverley what love was, that love was giving oneself up piece by piece to those they held dear. So from the beginning, that's what she did. She gave herself to her ever-squabbling parents. She gave herself to her brilliant little sister. She gave herself to her manipulative friends at school. By the time she realized that this was not what love should be, it was too late; she'd already given too much of herself away. So she continued on with the only love she knew. She gave herself to the Mutant Underground. And for the first time, she felt their love in return. And through them, through this homeless, ragtag band of misfits trying to make the world a better place, she gave herself to the world.

This was the only way she was ever going to die because this was the only way she was ever going to love. Deep, selfless, with everything she had.

To the very end.




Location: Hellfire Bay
Skills: Radio Wave Manipulation



As the water began to spill onto the deck of the Marauder, Waverley had no choice but to turn her attention from her injured arm to the flooding, rising up around her legs. She did her best to keep her bleeding stub above water, but as the ship sunk, she found herself unable to focus on anything but staying up. She let out a hiss of pain as the salty water touched her nub, but forced herself to focus on using her remaining limbs to keep herself up. Even with the stinging of the salt water on her nub, she enjoyed having a second of peace to breathe.

And a second was all it turned out to be; an explosion sent Echo under as all at once, more enemies appeared, an army of what seemed to be clones, as well as some mystery beast swimming through the water, striking out at Marrow. Waverley caught sight of Callie nodding her back to shore, to which she responded with a shake of her head, not hesitating. She wasn't going to leave, not without the others. She thought about what she could do: she could send a sonic blast out, but who knows how effective that would be against the creature swimming under them. Her radio wave manipulation was never all that useful in a fight, not without something she could tap into-

The Marauder, the thought rang through her mind for a split second before she closed her eyes. The deafness almost helped her focus, allowing her to focus on the feeling of the radio waves without the interruption of outside sounds. Her mind went downwards, feeling for any receivers the ship might have. She found one alright; something major. Like a lock waiting for a key she had. She turned it and opened her eyes, waiting for a missile or torpedo or laser to come launching out of the water. Nothing. She waited a few more seconds...and that's when she felt it. Something solid below her feet. She almost fell as a metal platform rose from the water, lifting her and her team out of the water. As the platform rose completely out of the bay and into the air above it, the craft was revealed in all its glory: a shining, metallic flying saucer, the words 'The Mercury' written along its side. Waverley's eyes went wide, staring down at the thing as it lifted them into the air.




Location: Hellfire Bay
Skills:



"I-I'm fine, I'm fine," Waverley mumbled, the words inaudible in the plague of deafness she'd accidentally brought down on her team. She was lying, of course; she'd just lost her hand, of course she wasn't alright. She could still feel the heat on her cheeks, and the distinct absence of a part of her masked only by the pain caused by its departure. Still, she waved away Callie's worry with her good hand, struggling to get up to her feet. In the end, she had to grab onto Spark Plug's wrist, using the woman for support as she pulled herself up.

"P-Payge, I don't know if you can hear me, but if you can, we took care of the Children...b-but we lost the Marauder," Waverley shouted with both her voice and her mind as she held her bleeding nub, forcing herself to take deep breaths. It was odd. Even in such an drastic haze of pain, in such an intense situation, she had an absurd realization: even in a world where radio waves weren't the primary form of communication, she still played played the part of human telephone. Funny how one can get so used to something like that.




Location: Hellfire Bay
Skills: Perception



"Children of the Vault?" Waverley repeated aloud as the words echoed through her mind in the voice of Reeva Payge. She didn't entirely understand Reeva's explanation, or how some sort of time vault was supposed to grant superpowers. Artificial evolution, perhaps? And Desiree...had she heard that name before? It didn't matter; they sounded bad, so she'd fight them. Hopefully she wouldn't have to kill them. That was a line she hadn't crossed yet, and one she didn't much want to cross, even if she had been shoved into the unfamiliar role of soldier. She shifted her attention back onto the fight at hand, watching the rascally bomb guy flop to the ground after an attack from Sunshine and Echo finish off the water guy. She gave a firm nod to Callie, eyes already on the stone guy. But they then flicked to the fallen bomber and got an idea.

"Gimme a sec and I'll be on it," she said, before taking off towards the fallen body. She kneeled over him, beginning to rummage through his things, looking for the source of his bombs. She smirked when she felt cold, cylindrical metal. She pulled it out, her movements quick, and she could feel her thumb slip over some sort of button. And that was the last thing she felt with that thumb. The flash of bright light drowned out her vision, and her mind emptied of everything except her powers going into overdrive, amplifying the waves of the explosion and those of her screams, turning them into one horrifying sound that deafened all those close enough to hear it.

When she came to, she was on her back, ears ringing, vision blurry. Her face was sprinkled with dark smudges of soot, and she coughed as she pushed herself into a semi-sitting position. It was only then that she saw her hand - or rather lack thereof. There, where her right hand should've been, was instead a stump of bleeding flesh, a gnarled and broken bone sticking out the end, reaching for something which was no longer there. She could feel her heart thundering away inside her chest, and her breath start to come in short, unsatisfying gasps. Her body began to tremble as her head began to whirl, growing dizzy as she laid there. On top of everything, she could feel herself being pulled harshly into a panic attack - a bad one.
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