[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] Mount Rushmore, South Dakota
[b][color=#9370DB]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A [hr][hr][/center]	Nancy had no idea as to the answer to Niah's question. Her education hadn't exactly been stellar. Most of the things she knew she had learned from the Legion - which tended to be relevant trivia for fighting monsters and working with the gods, not the history of cultural attractions. [color=#9370DB]"Beats me. I don't even know when this thing was carved,"[/color] she admitted. Though, she guessed that it had to have been after America was founded, which didn't narrow it down too much. She guessed she also knew it had to have been made by the 80's, since she knew it had been a thing when she was a kid, so she had a period of a few hundred years to guess from. 

	When they made it to the cliff, Nancy made sure that she had all of her climbing gear on and ready to go. She glanced over at Madalyne when she asked if they'd ever thought about having a normal life. [color=#9370DB]"A normal life would be totally grody,"[/color] she explained. [color=#9370DB]"Y'know, I can never imagine myself growing old even. And when I think about dying and going to Pluto's domain, assuming I've been heroic enough and all, that never-ending party... bah, count me out. I'd rather be turned into a tree after dying in battle."[/color]