[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=#9370DB]Nancy Parker[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://s33.postimg.org/ntqrkwdbj/tumblr_onkbk2_Af9_O1vuk4i6o1_250.gif[/img][/center][hr][hr][center][b][color=#9370DB]Location:[/color][/b] Ville au Camp: Main House (Room 202)
[b][color=#9370DB]Skills:[/color][/b] Acting, the Cards [/center][hr]	Nancy noticed the brief look of bewilderment across Giouse's face, and as she dived into the mind of the imaginary Ashley Windshire, she considered how she'd react to such an occurrence. How would a rebel from the 'Verse react to that expression on the face of an old man? Well, not that it was fair for her to think of Giouse as old - he was only a few centuries older than she was. Yet that was only counting consciousness, of course, and if any Emendator had earned the title of Old Man, it was Gilbert. He was an elder to them all, having been conscious for at least ten more centuries. 

	[color=#9370DB]"You find my accent funny? I don't need this gorram dram,"[/color] Nancy scowled. [color=#9370DB]"Reckon you're Alliance, ain't ya? Or Core at least - talkin' all fine and polished like that."[/color]

	She folded her arms, pacing a little bit before pausing as the questions began. What was her favorite food as a child and had it changed? Only lies had detail, so Nancy elected to keep her answer simple as she continued to improvise as Ashley. [color=#9370DB]"Strawberries - 'cause they were sweet. And as I got older, it got harder and harder to get fresh berries out in the 'Verse. Made them all the more special a treat."[/color]

	Nancy was about to continue when she felt a tingle in the tips of her fingers. It was different than what she felt when she gained consciousness, yet similar in a strange way. Sometimes she imagined that she felt the tingle in different areas - perhaps a scratch on her back, a bit of restless energy in her legs. But more often than not, it was always the same - a tingle in her fingertips. [color=#9370DB]"Pause,"[/color] Nancy said, losing the 'Verse accent and readopting her assumed New York accent. She sat down on the ground cross legged, pulling out her deck of cards. While she could do readings standing, just really needing a flat surface to use, she always liked to sit on the ground with her legs cross. It was one rare bit of routine that the chaotic Emendator enjoyed. 

	[color=#9370DB]"Got to check the cards,"[/color] the Cards explained. It wasn't a passing whim or fancy - it was instinctual. And quite possibly, the main thing that would ruin the illusion that she was a new Paradox, unless they passed off her need to do readings as a Paradox's new found abilities.