[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] Camp Jupiter - Deccumanian Gate -> San Fransisco - Amtrak Station 
[b][color=#9370DB]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A [hr][hr][/center]	[color=#9370DB]"I thought it was harpies that went after shiny things - or do fauns do that too?"[/color] Nancy asked. She really wished she had some sort of reference guide - like [i]Minerva's Guide to Monsters[/i]. Something like that had to exist. There had been demigods for ages, someone would have taken the time to write everything down? Maybe that was how Dungeons and Dragons was created. Should the legion start looking up how to play that game? Was it useful? She had to shake her head slightly. Her ADHD brain had a habit of getting off task, going off on wild tangents at times. Supposedly, this would save her life in battle. [color=#9370DB]"All I know is that it's super powerful and came from the Underworld... Maybe Pluto gave it to Proserpina as a wedding gift or something."[/color]

	She let an uneasy silence fall for a moment. She could always consult the cards, see if she could trigger a prophetic vision about the gem. She didn't typically try to force prophecies to come on. Nancy knew that the cards were designed to help her control her gift, to manage it, yet she was afraid of them still. Sometimes, she would dream about throwing the cards into the flames, symbolically shedding her curse. 

	It wasn't too long of a bus ride for them to get to the station. [color=#9370DB]"I've got $50 on me,"[/color] Nancy said, pulling out her cash. [color=#9370DB]"How far is that good for nowadays?"[/color]