The last few crumbs of wheaty granola had just been brushed from Abel's hoodie to scatter across the stonework at his feet when Ozpin's announcement rang out. As soon as the first few words hit the Guardian's ears, a surge of adrenaline rushed through him; it was time! Unable to contain the energy, Abel took off running toward the skyport the moment Ozpin mentioned it. Since his quest for the vending machines had taken him farther away from the docking area than the ballroom was, he arrived at the same time another few students did despite sprinting. With bright eyes he boarded the airship destined for the place called Forever Fall. He could only picture what it looked like.

The trip, though not agonizingly long, seemed like forever an a day to Abel thanks to his sudden enthusiasm. When the rush died down, he contented himself with expectantly standing by a window with arms crossed. He never turned to look at any of his peers, as if seeing them would spoil the surprise of which of them would be his teammate. 

His first glimpse of Forever Fall took his breath away. No idea of what to expect had lurked in his mind, but it most certainly wasn't this. Abel's eyes swept over the crimson sea of trees, broken only by rivers, cliff faces, and what appeared to be a train track. The rush of excitement began to seep through his veins once more. He forced himself away from the window and the red forest beyond, instead choosing to join a few other earnest students near the doors. In seemingly no time at all, an impact signaled the airship's landing, and the doors began to open. Managing to control himself, Abel stately walked out along with the others and first set foot upon the red grass with them.

Compared to the others, he enjoyed Professor Port's story. He always appreciated a good legend, having always identified and respected legacy as one of the most important aspects of life. Though a person might die, their stories would live forever—and judging by the length of Port's, he certainly intended to. Even appreciative Abel was beginning to grow a little strained, however, by the time Oobleck interrupted and briefed them on the situation. [i]Eye contact, huh?[/i] He wondered exactly who he would chance to meet. The boomerang-wielding faunus-hater? No. Hansen and Gretchen? No way. Mary he could live with, but given his luck, Abel half-expected to find the girl whose hair he had stepped on.

Approaching his zip line, Abel noticed no grip of any sort. The solution was easy enough: he unslung the Ampere and held it horizontally over the top of the line, and held either side of it firmly. When given the signal, every student launched off.

Abel's zip line turned out to be one of the longer ones. Both his balance and his grip were ready to give by the time he had coasted about seven hundred feet and decided that the ground was close enough to drop. Though he tried to roll into the landing, he started rolling too early, and smashed into the ground on his upper back while the Ampere lodged in the ground beside him. Groaning, he regained his feet and tugged it free. After checking to make sure that his weapon was undamaged, he let go if it and used his semblance to hold it up instead. He span it above his head at high speed without touching it before grabbing it again and slamming its shaft into the red grass. A smile spread across his face—he was ready to go.