[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] Great Northern Bicycle Company -> Junk Yard - Fargo, North Dakota
[b][color=#9370DB]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A [hr][hr][/center]	Nancy raised an eyebrow. She had no idea what sort of monster Niah was describing - immune to music, polite, and with poor eyesight. She zeroed in on that second fact. [color=#9370DB]"What, are we being hunted by Canadians now?"[/color] she joked. Nancy didn't know if any group in the world had bad vision - she knew the British supposedly had horrible teeth. And of course, every society loved music - maybe by being immune, Niah meant deaf? Were they being hunted by deaf, nearly blind Canadians? She was a bit disappointed that Madalyne effortlessly sent a distraction to get rid of the monster with the Mist. She wanted to know what this monster looked like and what, exactly, it was capable of. 

	She grabbed her bike from the three and followed Madalyne out through the back, before mounting. [color=#9370DB]"I hope the cyclops lair isn't too grody... I'd rather bag my face than have to breathe cyclops farts,"[/color] she complained. Nancy then started pedaling and it wasn't too long until she reached the Junk Yard she had seen in the vision. They were at the far north end of town now. [color=#9370DB]"So, we kill the monster, take its cash and valuables, see if we can get enough for tickets to Mount Rushmore,"[/color] she summarized, mostly since her ADHD addled brain would've forgotten why exactly they were there if she didn't repeat the plan.