[hr][hr][center][h3][color=#9370DB][b]☀️ Nancy Parker ☀️[/b][/color][/h3][img]https://i.postimg.cc/fbjDf03P/811f468296e2c205d4b5d19d5d6c0b9ff7745b0e-00.gif[/img][hr][b][color=#9370DB]Location:[/color][/b] Amtrak - North Dakota
[b][color=#9370DB]Skills:[/color][/b] Prophecy, Latin [hr][hr][/center]	Nancy snickered slightly at the idea of a [i]surprise river[/i]. She just had this mental image of them standing in the streets of Fargo, Niah praying to her mother, and then SURPRISE! Where there had once been an office building was now a river with a little yellow inflatable raft that somehow went all the way to Mount Rushmore. For whatever reason in her imagination, the boat was manned by a beaver dressed up in a rain coat and galoshes as well. [color=#9370DB]"Can I just say, I think we were really too quick to dismiss this surprise river plan? I think it's got real potential,"[/color] Nancy said, grinning like the Cheshire Cat. [color=#9370DB]"As for driving lessons - yes. I think we start small though with bumper cars. Highly educational."[/color]

	The daughter of Apollo then suddenly lost the mirth in her expression, as she sat down on the ground, her legs crossed. She reached into her pocket and pulled out her deck of tarot cards. Nancy wasn't even really sure if she could trigger a vision - she hadn't tried before. She didn't like her power of prophecy at all, fearing that she would eventually end up some shriveled old Oracle - or even worse, a complete ditz like her half sister Alexandra. [color=#9370DB][i]"hoc me odisse,"[/i][/color] she mumbled in Latin, more or less translating to [i]I hate this[/i]. With her eyes closed, she tried to trigger a vision of some rich monster in Fargo. 

	Nothing happened at first. 

	Her fingers then felt incredibly cold and chilly, as Nancy felt some magnetic force pull her. She pulled a single tarot card from the deck in the upright position - the Devil. The card symbolized addiction, green, consumerism, materialism. Her vision flashed for a moment, seeing the den of a cyclops in the junk yard in Fargo, before it all cleared. Nancy's head was pounding like she had pulled an all nighter before an exam fueled by only skittles and red bull. [color=#9370DB]"Urgh... When we get to Fargo, we need to head to the junk yard. There's a cyclops den there."[/color]