[center][color=007FFF]Abel Fulgurate[/color][/center]

Following touchdown at Beacon, the SASG predictably split apart.  The other three, more estrogen-enriched members of Fallow's team arrived to assist him in keeping the various faunus from the Shelter both secure and comfortable until the Vale authorities could arrive at the clifftop academy, and that left little to no official business in the hands of the four freshmen hunters who'd completed the mission.  Shiro stayed back to look after his gear, Gren did his own thing after a few words with the team leader, and Abel accompanied Sapphire to the infirmary.  Helping her when she'd let him, he walked at the somber girl's side, listening to the ragged state of her breathing even now, thirty minutes after the fingers of Dr. Pops had left her throat for good.  Though the mission had been finished on Fallow's airship, he'd been unable to relax aboard the airborne vehicle, and only now were his excitement and adrenaline finally leaving him.  By the time that the two members of Swansong arrived at the school's medical bay, Abel felt almost like slumping into a bed himself.

The revelation that the infirmary currently hosted other tenants, however, helped to dissuade him.  To his surprise -as he'd expected that his team was the first to return- he found the entirety of team RPGD in a single, spacious room, one unlike the smaller, single-occupant chamber where Sapphire had lodged the night of the naming ceremony.  Abel recognized Robert instantly, and knew the other three by appearance if not by exact name.  The green-cloaked one, now cloak-deprived, lay in a bed on the road to recovery, though more than a few miles awaited him before he reached that destination.  Daniel, fiery-looking as ever, reclined in a bed nearby, though it was more difficult to tell if he was seriously wounded or just resting uncomfortably—perhaps even he didn't know.  Robert and Priscilla stood nearby, and though it seemed to the guardian that something was wrong with the latter, he couldn't quite place it.  The pink-haired girl simply seemed...withdrawn, as if something was keeping her from maintaining her usual, perky presence.  Abel waved a greeting to Robert when the sound of his footsteps garnered the bespectacled boy's attention, but thenafter focused his attention on getting Sapphire to a bed of her own.  In a couple of moments a nurse would be by to determine the exact extent of the girl's injuries, and start plotting a course to remedy them.

Abel approached the members of team Rampaged.  “Hey.  You all seem pretty roughed up.”  He glanced at Priscilla.  “Specially her....I think?  Is she alright?”  After the response, most of which he spent looked at Sapphire to make sure she was in good shape, he asked, “How'd your job go?  Ours was weird.  I think we encountered a moral dilemma.  Not fun.  Though we did find this horrible, wonderful ferret thing.”