[center][b][color=007fff]Abel Fulgurate[/color][/b][/center]

Because he was listening attentively to the mornings birdsong, Abel picked up on the unique noise made by the Sea Legs hitting fairly quickly.  The weaponized clothing, containing almost as much dust as they did wood, managed to be distinctive without being a dead giveaway.  Nobody would think twice about the noise not having known what it was previously.  On tile, though, it would have been a different matter.  Abel bet that the clatter they'd put up would put clogs to shame.  He returned the wave of Krysanthe as she approached.  “Good morning, Krysanthe!  Not at all.  Thanks for coming.”  A slight pickup in the wind caused him to look out over the cliff at his destination: the Emerald Forest.  From here, it looked just like a green ocean, just waiting for a couple of intrepid hunters to jump in.  

“So this is the spot where the other teams got started.  While the rest of us were running amuck in Forever Fall, half of the students were here.”  He bent slightly to look over the edge, and gave a sound of consternation.  “Hm.  Cliff's a bit higher here, and there's no ziplines.”  Next for inspection were metal plates on the ground.  He'd seen them before, but hadn't gone near them.  “Guy in a hoodie told me they used these to launch 'em off the edge.  People had to come up with their own 'landing strategies'.”  He glanced at Krysanthe.  Not for the first time, he wondered why -and simultaneously thanked his lucky stars- such a knockout was hanging out with him.  No matter—he would make sure that he did not disappoint.  If most people tended to think he was dull and cautious, he would show them today.

Clutching his partizan, the guardian inhaled deeply and pointed it over the edge.  “Whaddya say we give it a try?  I always wanted to fly.  Nice bit of excitement to get the morning going.”  He smiled as he suggested it, his mind racing to come up with a 'landing strategy' of his own.