[center][b][color=007fff]Abel Fulgurate[/color][/b]
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For the first time in a long time, Abel realized when someone was joking.  This mundane skill, harbored by practically everyone, did not thrive in the guardian, but this time Krysanthe made it easy.  In fact, she made it so obvious that Abel wondered if she already knew him well enough to assist him in the matter of joke-recognition.  While certainly nice, this act made him a little ambivalent, since he did want to get better about it.  No matter—the time to respond was nigh.  “I think I'm good,” he told her, offering a wry smile of his own.  Even if her gravity semblance could make crossing the gap a trifle, he wanted to do it himself.  With this in mind, Abel stepped back from the precipice, moving far enough to get a running start.  

After steeling himself with a sharp intake of breath, the guardian switched his grip on the Ampere to an overhead, point-down grip, then took off.  His feet pounded the grassy ground while the yawning chasm grew closer and closer.  At the very brink he launched himself into the air, taking to the sky like the glorious penguin, and with arms and legs windmilling hurled toward the other side.  His weapon plunged into the exposed earth, and as the full force of his weight bore down on it, the polearm remained firm in its grip.  Abel released his breath, heart beating.  Heights did not suit him, but embarrassing himself in front of Krysanthe suited him far less.  In his current situation however, he couldn't heave himself up to the top.  [i]Electrokinesis,[/i] Abel told himself, focusing on an idea he'd thought up on Thursday but never tested.  [i]My semblance is lightning.  It can be used to attack, but I mostly use it to attract and repel conductive materials, like the Ampere.  So this should work.  It has to work.[/i]

Cautiously he let go of the Ampere with one hand to fumble around in his pocket.  When he withdrew it, a gray cylinder lay in his palm.  It looked just like a grenade made of scrap and given a core of blue dust, which was, of course, what it was.  He pressed the button on the device's top, triggering the delayed reaction, and held it above his head.  A moment later it exploded, launching a stream of water out either end.  It splashed all over the cliff face, and after putting the grenade shell away, Abel held his hand against the wall of earth.  He allowed his aura to flow through his hand and into the soaked soil, and sparks began to fly.  When he tugged downward, his hand didn't budge.  Even as his muscles screamed, the guardian's heart soared; it might work!  Very slowly he loosened his grip on the Ampere, knowing that the moment of truth was coming.  When he could hesitate no longer, he let go of his weapon and raced to plaster his hand against the chasm wall.  Impossibly, he did not plummet to the depths, but instead remained attached to the wall—adhered by electric attraction.  Not daring to trust in his truck, Abel rushed to scale the damp cliff, heaving himself higher and higher until he could latch onto the top.  It was there, on the edge of success, that he stalled.  The grass overgrew the clifftop, and unlike the greedy soil it did not absorb water, instead dripping it down.  He could not get enough of a purchase there, and even if he could, the grass he clung to could very well snap off and send him falling.

Abel was, however, not quite aware of this.  He reached up to the grass to continue his climb, and when the attraction didn't work, he grabbed a clump of grass with his fingers.  At that moment he froze.  His choices were to let go of the grass and try to find another solution, which might lead to a rapid descent when his muscles eventually failed, or to try and let go with his lower hand in order to get a purchase on the top to use to pull himself up, though the original grass might break.  Sweat beaded on his brow.  What was a poor tank to do?