☀️ Nancy Parker ☀️
Location: San Fransisco - Amtrak
Skills: Audiokinesis
Nancy tilted her head slightly, hearing Niah refer to Ares, the Greek war god. She knew that Madalyne was a legacy of Ares, not Mars - and from what she knew, the difference between the aspects was that Ares was bloodthirsty and didn't care if people died, whereas Mars was into more clean and strategic warfare.
"That'd be pretty rad, I'd be down to learn how to use the Mist," she told Mads. Truthfully, it would have been a nice way to get out of having her bunk in the barracks properly cleaned. If she used the Mist, then she could ace inspection each time without having to do a bit of work. And of course, there was the more
ethical use of manipulating the Mist in order to send monsters away rather than fighting them.
"Y'know, making people mad is pretty useful - get inside their heads, keep 'em from thinking, it's easier to beat them," Nancy mused. She had met a lot of demigods that didn't think their gifts were particularly useful. It was all about finding a way to apply them. Sure, it was a bit hypocritical given how much Nancy hated her prophetic abilities, yet she had inherited something else from her father. Apollo was also the god of music.
"At first, I thought I could just sing well, y'know? But then I discovered I could do this..." Her eyes darted around as a mischievous smirk appeared on her face. She spotted one of the passengers nearby with one of those glass cups, the sort that would be filled with water or some iced beverage from Starbucks. Nancy started to whistle, just a simple steady note, and she concentrated. The vibrations of the noise filled her ears and she felt a
rush, as the pitch of her whistle changed to match the resonant frequency of the glass. The cup burst, spilling the unsuspecting passenger's drink everywhere.
"Ta-da."