*McCoy walks out of his cabin and jogs to the arena.*
"If you can spit one out, sure."
"I'll try.""We have had a lack of prophecies all summer. If you can get one, then let's take it."
// Well rip. Though I did it before// I have absolutely no clue who has the scythe, and I don’t think Oracles will prophecies out of themselves.
"Don't they just happen randomly?"
"Well, nothings happening. Haven't done this prophecy stuff much, maybe it'll come to me soon.""I don't think it's happening, chief."
*Anthony looks back over to Jack.*"Let's hope we get a lead soon."
"That sucks. I guess we are stuck waiting then.""No, we're pretty much stuck waiting for them to slip up or a prophecy to point us in the right direction."
*He watches Vivian walk away then turns back to Meagher.*"That sucks. I guess we are stuck waiting then."
*Vivian checks the time on her phone.*
"I have to go host a training. I'll see you guys later."
*Vivian heads to the Arena.*