[hr][hr][center][h3][color=#9370DB][b]☀️ Nancy Parker ☀️[/b][/color][/h3][img]https://64.media.tumblr.com/55b16b359fc9e5f77d103afe675b349c/tumblr_inline_n2c7gaYqj61s2djns.gif[/img][hr][b][color=#9370DB]Location:[/color][/b] Lotus Hotel and Casino 
[b][color=#9370DB]Skills:[/color][/b] Audiokinesis, Latin [hr][hr][/center]	Something inside of her had broken - or maybe it had broken a long time ago. 

	It was like she was a ghost, hovering outside of her own body, watching things transpire from a third person perspective. Some of the Greeks were there - not all, but some. Her brother. His boyfriend. Janelle. Kristin. Niah's staticky image, conveyed across space by the rainbow goddess. And then her, kneeling on the ground, her face cracked with pain, grief pouring out from her silently as she enforced a bubble, removing every single bit of sound. The gift her father had sent her was already forgotten. All she knew, all she felt was pain. She saw the light that Zeke offered her - saw the gaze in Demetri's eyes - and she turned away from them. 

	What light could exist in a world without Mads?

	What light would Nancy want to have exist in a world without Mads?

	She rejected that world. She rejected its gods. 

	The bubble snapped, a shockwave of pure sound rushing outwards from her, slamming into the other demigods and knocking them back. Images from her life happened all at once - the assault, near death moments on quests, her mother's abuse. It all swirled together in a confusing cacophony of pain and violence. Nancy wanted nothing more than to burn it all down - to hurt others the way she had been hurt. 

	She rejected this reality. 	

	[color=#9370DB]"Pedicabo deos,"[/color] Nancy whispered, reverting to Latin even as her eyes were unseeing, her soul clearly detached from her actual surroundings. 

[hider=Translation]Pedicabo deos = Fuck the gods[/hider]