Elron A. Prescott
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It was over, for now the fight with the smokey-one would return to the due audience of ever unwilling fate soon enough. It only took a matter of time, perhaps an eagerness to kill or consume Stacey would help the undying and relentless ever-world the group was stuck in. Elron put another stick of death between his lips. Gray Mongoose, it was hot sexy and a little thick as he struck a match and blew out dark smoke from his nostrils as he walked with the group. He noticed that Zoey was looking a bit sad as she removed another cigarette from her pack, sucks to be her and it looks like Elron hold the cards metaphorically of course.
They found themselves in a ever changing landscape, a forest? What was Farmer Hill, Elron had never heard the place before as he exhaled smoke through his nose. Atleast it wasen't as cold and sad as it was in Paradise, prior anyway. He stood close to Stacey and Odessa and Zoey had a nostalgia-gasm in her mind as she realized where the fuck they were.
"I'm unfamiliar with the place Zoey, what's so special about Wild Creek? He asked remaining stoic, awesome and chill while he processed the chunk of information he gained. Odessa, melting snow, changing scenery, smokey boy, it was alot to take in for the young investigator.
Odessa started speaking spooky again, obviously agitating people but that was her intent all along. Yet what was her motive, being a realist or was she trying to size up the group? Elron kept his cool but Zoey could not, threatening to use her Afflicted powers to possibly kill Odessa. He stepped infront of Odessa, facing Zoey as he huffed smoke from his nose towards the icey woman.
"Hey! Zoey, now's not the time for this. Besides, she's immune to the cold anyway. Let's just drop this and move for now." He coulden't really say anything to Odessa, she was so unknown yet mysterious. Her powers and extent like the others were ungauged, for the moment. One false move and he could slip into something he'd be unable to pull himself from.