[color=007FFF][center][b]Abel -=- Survival[/b][/center][/color]

Fifteen seconds into the class, and Abel was already hearing new things, even though Vorosky was merely making conversation.  Though at the back of his mind he would have expected that the professor would have begun the official lesson by now, he was plenty interested -for now at least- in the things that Vorosky had to say.  [i]Zone?  Anomalies?  Vortex?[/i]  The unknown terms sounded exciting and dangerous to the guardian, whose knowledge of the extraordinary was limited by the faculties available back at Pallisade.  The full impact of the professor's mention of an unfortunate exoskeleton-wearer being grotesquely compressed escaped him for the moment.  Abel, having spotted Gren, tried to catch his eye, but the faunus seemed just as intrigued with Vorosky as he did.  “Man's seen some serious stuff,” he muttered, not wanting to waste what he would have said had Gren been listening.

When Vorosky got down to business, however, Abel was initially more confused than enlightened.  Sure, he knew what teleportation meant, but for such a thing to both exist and imminently happen to him?  A tinge of worry crept in among his thoughts.  The shred of doubt gave way, however, when Vorosky declared the ideal occupation for those with second guesses about the unknown.  [i]No way I'm pussing out of this[/i].  He seized the Ampere and leaped to his feet just in time to watch Ineko toss a screw, jump, and disappear into thin air.  His heart began to beat faster, but whether it was out of trepidation or eagerness he didn't care to discern.  Next, a kid Abel only remembered as being in the same team as Robert went, belting out what seemed to be a personal motto before making the jump.  In the instant after the guy disappeared, Abel began to count out loud to signify that he was going next.  “Ten, nine, eight, seven...”

He grabbed a screw and lined himself up with the portal, knees bent and ready to sprint.  “Six, five, four, three, [i]two[/i]...”

Abel took off running, and only a few feet away from the window he pelted the screw in.  It vanished, and the sight caused a fresh surge of adrenaline to rush through the guardian's limbs.  “One!”  He growled, and sprang off his feet, pivoting his body until he was performing a flying thrust kick.  Rather than breaking like any ordinary problem, the rift merely sucked him up.

It was all over in a split second, which meant that the only description Abel could conjure up for the experience was 'nauseous'.

He tumbled onto the grass, head spinning and too concentrated on keeping his lunch down to try and make his landing graceful.  He quickly righted himself, though, looking around at the three men already waiting in the picturesque, fairly pleasant clearing.  A scowl momentarily appeared on his face, daring any of them to call him out on his clumsiness.  “Alright then,” he burped.