As always, lunch passed by quickly.  The students' daily break for relaxation, restoration, and interaction with friends soon crumbled beneath the toll of the period bell.  Everyone at the massive, sprawling hub in Deli N'Doul scrambled to gather their things, made a more or less enthusiastic attempt to return chairs or tables to their rightful places, and then beat it to their next class.  Up next on the daily schedule for the freshmen was either Grimm Studies or Armory, as taught by professors Port and Chatsworth respectively, depending on what they'd signed up for.  A five-minute time limit before the bell sounded to announce the initiation of fourth period did not allow for much time, but for savvy students time enough for any small endeavor could always be found.

[center][i]gotta move that gear up! Fourth period awaits[/i][/center]

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

With as much warmth as he could muster, Abel bid farewell to Krysanthe before heading off.  On the way to Grimm Studies, he made sure to put a hand in his pocket to make sure the remote control for his weapon locker remained easily accessible.  Last week's classes turned the acquisition of weapon and combat gear into a necessary habit.  Bereft of any teammates or friends to talk to or walk with during the course of his journey, the guardian made a beeline for Port's modified lecture hall and arrived first.  After greeting the professor, who heartily returned the sentiment, Abel went out onto the terrace and called in his locker.  He wasted no time in grabbing his weapon, floating it to the side of him, and exchanging his student uniform top for a white t-shirt and blue jacket, which he also kept in the locker.  Either he didn't think about anyone seeing him shirtless, he didn't care, or he wanted to show off.  The ringing of the passing bell spurred his donning of armor, and in short order he felt prepared for whatever Grimm Port might throw at him today.