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

So, they would be blasting off into the forest, after all.  Abel nodded, as much in affirmation to himself as to Krysanthe's question.  “Yep.”  Her experimental step onto one of the mechanical springboards did not garner any immediate reaction, which aligned with what the guardian expected.  Instead of working as pressure plates, these devices required an outside signal.  While the terminal to begin the launching sequence was close by, its official sequence required some sort of administrative access, most likely for someone like Ozpin to use to begin the festivities that no doubt characterized the Emerald Forest initiation trial.  There was, fortunately, a workaround.

After moving onto a platform directly to Krysanthe's right, he pointed out a little panel behind the main launching mechanism.  With the tip of his boot, he flipped it open, and inside there was an invitingly large, red button.  “Manual launcher.  Just press, and it'll go.  I think.”  To demonstrate his point, he pressed the button down beneath his sole, then stepped back onto his platform before glancing at the huntress-to-be accompanying him.  “Don't know how long it takes, so”

A hefty [i]thwomp[/i] cut him off, and the next instant Abel was gone.  A quick look up confirmed that the panel had sent him tumbling end over end into the sky, a look of casual surprise frozen on his face as he spun, rigid as a board, through the air.  Once his brain caught up with what happened, he unfroze, and discovered himself worryingly high off the ground.  Suddenly, his premeditated landing strategies were nowhere to be found.  Eyes wide, he pivoted to look back at Krysanthe as best he could despite his crazily shifting perspective.  “Uh!” he bellowed as he sailed away, mostly upside-down, “See you soon!”

With that said, he could not put off dealing with his precarious situation any longer.  Thankfully, he had not yet quite reached the apex of his launch, so some time remained to plan.  “Let's see,” he said aloud, though he might as well have not thanks to the roaring wind around his ears.  “Spear, lightning, water.  No recoil, no rope, no way to slow down.  Heck.”  An odd moment of tranquility surrounded him as his upward momentum ceased entirely—and then came the fall.  Suddenly, that viridian sea of trees was coming closer.  An idea struck him out of the blue, and instantly his aura flared to life.  Electricity danced across his frame, especially around the Ampere, and knowing that there could be zero hesitation he brought his weapon around and tossed it in front of him.  Spurred on by the force with which he'd thrown it, it descended faster than he, but barely had it gotten twenty feet before it came to a dead stop, suspended in place by his electromagnetic Surge.  His breath held, Abel held out his hands as he fell, and when the Ampere passed in front of him he grabbed hold.  Like a gymnast swinging on a horizontal bar his path curved back upward, exchanging his downward force for upward force and sending a not-insignificant amount of pain through his shoulders.  As much as it hurt, the guardian knew that his aura prevented muscular damage, and besides: he'd found his landing strategy.  Tugging on the strands of electricity that connected him to his weapon, he repositioned it in front of him and farther down, ready to go again.

He repeated the maneuver several times, increasing the distance fallen between each 'bar swing' until the pain from altering his momentum became too much to handle. His shoulders and upper arms screamed, but he reached the treeline successfully, and far short of terminal velocity he landed in the upper boughs of a tree.  Of course, his weight caused him to plow through those branches and fall until some thicker limbs could support him, but he felt it a successful landing nonetheless.  After determining himself to be in acceptable condition, Abel turned his eyes to the sky, watching for Krysanthe's own descent.