[center][color=000fff][b]Abel Fulgurate[/b][/color][/center]

Having finished preparing in team SASG's room, which culminated in the somewhat-ceremonial donning of his favorite blue jacket, Abel felt at peace.  As mundane as his actions over the past few hours had been, they truly did take the edge of the concerns that prodded him, and now, with all of his ducks in a row, he could depart for an evening in Vale with a mind unclouded.  Before he left, though, he made his way to a cage situated on one of the cabinets.  Several feet wide and only a little less deep, the enclosure contained all sorts of toys and terrain.  Upon a grassy knoll slumbered Scoot the ferret, and the city of the little critter curled up and fidgeting in his dreams brought a warm smile to Abel's face.  He dared not pet the small dude for fear it might awaken him, but he badly wanted to.  An ethereal sigh escaped from his lips, and he turned toward the door.

With his left hand in his pocket, he strode through the silent corridors toward the airship docks.  Despite the plan seemingly in order, he moved rather hesitantly.  His teammates had yet, after all, to reply to the group text message to which Abel had most recently responded.  Though not obsessive, the guardian absolutely preferred to have a plan agreed upon before taking any significant action.  Deprived of such organization, any kind of group venture could only end in disaster: boredom, frustration, and regret.  Abel knew that he could not let that happen.  His team needed no more divisions.

A few moments passed while he read a poster advertizing for some sort of Beacon robotics club attached to the wall.  The flier did not really pique his interest, but he felt it necessary to while away a little time in the hopes that his scroll would buzz from a newly-received message telling him what exactly to do.  After all, if he hopped on an airship to Vale and it turned out Gren was making his own dinner while Shiro changed his mind, he'd be all alone in a big, crowded city.  His patience was rewarded—a vibration in his pocket prompted him to produce the scroll and view the new revelation.  What he saw, however, made him frown.

[i]"Hey, y'all want to come out to Vale and hang out or something? Y'all don't have to if you don't want. Just an idea." What?[/i]  Hadn't Shiro gotten confirmation just a little while ago that both Gren and Abel would be happy enough to accompany him to a pizzeria in Vale?  Maybe the faunus forgot.  Abel, remembering his comrade's issues with memory in the past, felt sadness pour over him.  Dealing with an amnesiac reminded him too closely of dealing with a relative with Alzheimer’s.  Memories made people who they were; interacting with someone, knowing that their memories might slip away at any time, filled him with helplessness and sorrow.  Carefully, Abel's fingers moved across the touchscreen.  As per usual, his large digits sometimes pressed more than one letter key at once, and sometimes one he didn't mean to at all, but this time he kept these little accidents to a minimum.

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[color=000fff]To:[/color] Gren Orchid, Kuhaku Shiro
[color=000fff]From:[/color] Abel Fulgurate
[color=000fff]Subject:[/color] Re: Arcade and pizza? 

Of course we want to hang out with you.  I'm ready to go now.  What's the address of the place I should go?
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