[hr][hr][center][h3][color=#9370DB][b]☀️ Nancy Parker ☀️[/b][/color][/h3][img]https://hips.hearstapps.com/digitalspyuk.cdnds.net/16/43/1477667692-heathers.gif[/img][hr][b][color=#9370DB]Location:[/color][/b] Lotus Hotel and Casino 
[b][color=#9370DB]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A [hr][hr][/center]	Nancy's eyes widened, in a mixture of horror and rage and a tiny fraction of [i]relief[/i] as Leandra's body knit itself back together, as the corpse rose, filled with life once more. Her blood boiled as Leandra gained the upper hand, their positions reversed as the zombie held a knife to her throat, as the monsters shoved Cassian - fucking grody ass [i]Cassian[/i] - through the Doors of Death. She hated the way that Leandra smiled at her, briefly imagining knocking out all of her teeth, or better yet, prying them out. She would find new ways to make Leandra suffer. 

	Especially as Leandra held Mads before her like a bait, like temptation. 

	Especially as Zeke softly said her name. 

	Nancy inhaled deeply. 

	[color=#9370DB]"Nothing you can say is worth [i]shit[/i] to me,"[/color] Nancy snapped. [color=#9370DB]"Nothing you can do is worth shit to me. You're just a sad little powerless puppet doing your best to make other people miserable - but guess what? You're nothing. To anyone. No one is going to remember you, no one is going to sing little songs about Cupid's fucked up daughter, [i]no one[/i]. Not even the rats that will eat your spleen as you rot in a dumpster like the trash you care."[/color]

	[color=#9370DB]"So you can go fuck yourself."[/color] Nancy then spit in Leandra's face. 

[hider=Roll Request]YOLO. Nancy is going to get Leandra's dagger out of her face, and attack.

Skills: Daggers, Hand to Hand Combat, Sleight of Hand[/hider][hr][hr][center][h3][color=a187be][b]🌈👻 Leda Storm 👻🌈[/b][/color][/h3][img]https://64.media.tumblr.com/24d233203ba177eff60c84345d385502/tumblr_inline_p1oaitQ5YD1rifr4k_540.gif[/img][hr][b][color=a187be]Location:[/color][/b] Tartarus 
[b][color=a187be]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A [hr][hr][/center]	Leda let out a slight sigh of relief as the drakon wandered away, its movement shaking the ground. They were safe - for now, at least. But she was still plagued by questions, by worries about what would happen if they were to be hurt here, if she could die a second time. As a demigod, she had always been comforted by the fact that she [i]knew[/i] what would happen when she died - she knew that she would end up here in the Underworld, that she could be given the rewards heroes deserved. She didn't know what would happen now though, that safety, that security was gone. In its place was fear. 

	[color=a187be]"Can ghosts even rest, y'know?"[/color] Leda said, as they made their way into a cave of sorts, not too large and clearly disused. It'd be an okay spot to take shelter, and it didn't seem like any other monsters lived there. Well. She supposed monsters weren't in a huge habit of living in Tartarus anyways, likely shambling along to try to reform, to come back to the mortal realm to find more demigods to terrorize. [color=a187be]"Or what's to happen if you die, eh? Do you vanish? Or... will you just stay right where you are, since monsters respawn here?"[/color]