[hr][hr][center][h3][color=#9370DB][b]☀️ Nancy Parker ☀️[/b][/color][/h3][img]https://i.postimg.cc/Qd1f2810/giphy.gif[/img][hr][b][color=#9370DB]Location:[/color][/b] New Rome - Coffee Shop
[b][color=#9370DB]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A [hr][hr][/center]	Nancy smirked a little bit as Niah asked if the two of them would go with her. She didn't need the curse of prophecy in order to have seen that one coming. She cradled the mocha in her hands, allowing it to warm her palms for a moment, before she took her first sip - the warm, chocolate goodness sliding down her throat. The bitter aftertaste of the coffee jolted her, energizing her more than just about anything in the world could. It had to be the only thing that tasted better than the food and drink of the gods. [color=#9370DB]"I'll go with you, but there's one condition,"[/color] Nancy explained. [color=#9370DB]"You have to swear on your life that we will not set foot in Las Vegas. Or a casino."[/color] She held Niah's gaze, her eyes carrying a serious intensity. Nancy joked around a lot. This was not one of those times. 

	Nancy then continued to drink her mocha, savoring it at first, before she downed it all at once and shuddered, slamming the cup back onto the table. [color=#9370DB]"Gods, I love this place. May it never close - at least not before I die a painful, bloody death."[/color] She then carefully took the tarot cards and put them back in with the pack, ensuring to not get a single stray drop of coffee, tea, or hot chocolate on the cards. As much as she hated her prophetic abilities, the tarot cards were a magic item - a gift from her father, Apollo. Without them, the episodes would be [i]much[/i] worse. She probably would have been stuck in a cave or something by now and people would have just called her the Sibyl or the Oracle, her individual identity gone.