Aurum had been slightly surprised by the choice of weekly task he had been assigned by Selby. Scrapbooking was an activity that the angel had never tried before, but that didn't mean he was just going to write it off, especially considering how many memories he had to collect. Just considering his time within Tanglewood alone, the proxy had seen many odd or important events pass by, and had met so many people that it was difficult to keep track of them all. So, having one – or more than one – book that he could keep his memories sealed away in, perfect for sharing with others or looking back on down the line? It seemed pretty perfect to the lion, who had given Selby a smile and a nod before he had headed back to his home, eager to gather supplies. He didn't have everything within his home, but he at least had a few things that he could put aside for thus particular venture. Items that held a lot of value to him, emotionally. He was careful not to make too much noise as he moved around his large house, not wanting to disturb Kaito or Roy, and anything they were doing – if Roy was even around, he hadn't seen his son in quite a while, despite his searching. The thought made his heart ache, so he pushed it away, briefly shaking his head before continuing the hunt.

After his gathering of trinkets was completed, the male left his home, seeking out everything else he would need. A notebook, something to cut with, glue, some decorative items. All if it was fairly easy to find after a raid of Feza's area. He had intended to ask her permission before he took anything, but she, much like Roy, hadn't been seen in a while by the proxy. He similarly shook that off, trying not to let himself be weighed down as he returned to his home. This was meant to be an activity to remember and celebrate the past, not get depressed and dwell on those that were gone. There was plenty of time for that in his room, when the sun sunk below the horizon and he was left alone with his thoughts.

The next several hours for the lion were spent on his porch, cutting paper, – with a bit of difficulty thanks to clumsy paws – gluing various bits and pieces, and letting pages dry. He had very few actual pictures for the scrapbook, considering the few he did have were from a nigh ancient battery powered camera that could print pictures on the spot. Aside from a few blurry pictures, the proxy had also tucked away a pressed flower from Roy, his old necklace from Poet that the other had dug through the swamp to find for him, as well as a piece of ribbon from Kaito that he assumed was from the other's costuming. He drew little pictures of the various members of Tanglewood on certain pages as well, although they were rather clumsy due to his lack of drawing experience and difficulty handling a pen with any sort of finesse.

In the end, he had a product that he was fairly proud of, and he was sure it would make him happy in the future, but it was still missing something. Something he intended to fix right away. Moving down from his porch and into town, the angel put the scrapbook down in front of him before he called out, "Hey, does anyone have anything they want to put in my scrapbook? I don't want it to just be a history of me. I think I'd like to have it sort of be a history of Tanglewood as well, since this place means so much to me..." It was a sappy request, of course, but it was Aurum. Sappy was practically his middle name.

[div style="text-align: right; text-transform: uppercase; text-shadow: 0px 0px 2px #1B1B2F; font-size: 24px;"][color=#44437F]— AURUM

Zora, more than anyone, understood the need to preserve memories. No one else remembered the ancient people she had come to love. Nothing else remained of them except the little tokens she kept to remind herself of them. Handkerchiefs, drawings, scraps of their clothes, the gifts they had given to her... all were precious. And though the contents of her little box might be too clunky to translate well to a book format, she knew what might fit in well.

Trotting forward, she immediately recognized two people. Aurum and Caustic were both familiar faces. Turning to the unknown person, she smiled her best smile. “Hello! I don’t think we’ve met. I’m Zora,” she greeted pleasantly, unable to stop the instinctive way her tail wagged at the prospect of adding someone new to the catalog of known people.

Introductions aside, Zora focused on the reason she had approached at all. “I don’t have anything I can give you, it’s all too important to me,” she began earnestly, looking up at the much larger lion. “But maybe you could press flowers into it. Ones that are... ones that come from here,” she continued, tripping over a forgotten word. Smoke trailed from the tip of her tail in embarrassment, but she refused to acknowledge her mistake. “That way, if you leave, you can remember the way it looked here.”

Octane and Caustic were the first to approach, and it didn't surprise him that Octane seemed to be the one doing most of the talking. Caustic was quiet enough all on his own, and now that he had someone who could fill the air with chatter for him? It only seemed natural that they'd fall into certain roles. Still, the proxy offered Caustic a little nod in greeting before he focused his attention on Octane, wondering what the other had to say. It didn't seem as though the daredevil had any suggestions for the scrapbook, but that was fine with him. He was sure he'd have more than enough for all of it by the end of his reminiscing, softhearted as he was. Chuckling a little bit when he heard Octane's question, he gestured one of his golden wings back at the ancient looking camera still sitting on his porch, "I have that for taking pictures, but it's very old. I'm not sure how much longer it'll actually work for me, to be honest... I guess I should be glad Selby told me to do this before I completely lost my ability to capture a few memories... if you'd like to try and take a picture of yourself, be my guest. Maybe you could even get one with Caustic." He felt slightly mischievous as he added on that last part, sure that the scientist would hate being dragged in for a selfie with Octane.

Looking towards Zora, Aurum found himself nodding when he heard her first words. All too important... he could definitely relate to that. He would probably keep this scrapbook under lock and key until his eventual death, just because of all the important things that were now plastered inside of its pages. When Zora moved on to suggest flowers from the territory, the lion felt a broad grin spread over his face, muttering with a firm nod, "Flowers! That's a great idea, Zora... I already have one pressed flower in there from my son, Roy, but I'm sure if I could find some more I could press them and put them in... give it a little more colorful pop, y'know?" Some of the flowers within the swamp were hardly fit for pressing, considering they were either horrendously hazardous or extremely damp, but he was sure he could find some in the forest that would be of use.

When Leroy approached, Aurum lifted a paw to wave at the wolfhound, a bit of a smile upon his muzzle. It was nice to see Leroy out and about more these days. Perhaps it had something to do with Crow finally coming out of his shell. Either way, it didn't surprise the angel that the wolfhound didn't have anything to give. The canine had never really struck him as the type to hold on to little sentimental trinkets, and if he was, he certainly didn't seem the type to give them away. However, his suggestion was sound, and Aurum mumbled as his one blue eye drifted in the direction of where the junkyard was, "You're right about that... the junkyard has a ton of stuff that is just sitting there. Maybe I could find something that is distinctly Tanglewood... or just looks nice, either way. I was actually thinking of maybe putting a shard of my mask in here. Not a large one, obviously, but just enough to always have the memory even if it gets snatched in battle by some bastard." He wasn't sure how many battles they'd really be having, given the fact that the Pitt wasn't a major threat anymore, but he preferred being safe to being sorry.

[div style="text-align: right; text-transform: uppercase; text-shadow: 0px 0px 2px #1B1B2F; font-size: 24px;"][color=#44437F]— AURUM