Lugubrious

The Heroes of Beacon

Abel's eyes cracked open, and the hand of Robert was the first thing they beheld. Reaching down to help up someone fallen was a selfless act, and one the guardian could really do with right now.

None of that crossed his mind. To him, hot anger came in the wake of fear. Announcing “Flying sucks hard,” he slapped away Roberts hand rudely and then rose to his feet too quickly. For a second he saw stars as the sudden motion messed with his head, but when he composed himself he stood more than an inch taller than the teen that would have helped him. A frigid frown plastered the guardian's face. “Don't need your pity. Need less dickheads. You're not helping there.” His azure eyes glared into Robert's red, though he was somewhat conscious of the fact that this guy had done absolutely nothing deserve this.

Interrupting the tense moment, the Ampere slipped down through the trees overhead and embedded itself in the ground a few feet away. Glad for an excuse to go away, Abel sauntered over and pulled it up with one hand. Without saying anything -or even turning to face them- he began to hastily stagger away, his obvious intention to left Robert and Priscilla behind.

RWBY - Haze

I summon the OP!

A School for Deities.

Mind if I name Photebor's items and give them a few quirks?

The Heroes of Beacon

Still hunkered down, Abel heard neither Kuhaku nor Gren. As such, when a wave of heat and pressure passed through both he and the cart, he was both literally and figuratively stunned. While his teammates clutched the cart, Abel simply slid out, with Gren not noticing in time to extend his friction semblance to stop him. At first, the guardian seemed more surprised than frightened; it was with a sort of blank stare that he hurtled through the air. Luckily, the slap of wind against his face galvanized him into action after only two seconds.

Abel's first action was to groan. Having done enough panicking in the junkmobile before it went airborne, he knew it would do him little good now. Honestly, he was surprised he was taking a plunge of near-certain death so lightly; any other person would have been screaming in fear. Or was he so afraid that he couldn't act? No time to think about it, only enough to find out. The Ampere detached from his back on its own and clapped into Abel's open right hand. He quickly looked where he would be crashing down, and saw the airship's hull gleaming in the morning sun. Despite leaving the cart, his inertia had been preserved, and he was on course to splatter against it only a second or two after his teammates did.

He briefly considered trying to embed the Ampere into a passing tree, but realized that the force of the sudden stop would rip his arms off. He also knew that his lightning bolts provided no recoil. As the earth began to draw worryingly close, a crazy idea finally popped into his head. Channeling his semblance, he twisted until he was in a laying-down position, then pulled his legs up and tensed the muscles to spring. Beneath his feet went the shaft of the Ampere, and he pushed off it with a double kick.

The effects were immediately apparent. His forward momentum was halved, while his weapon's was doubled. Not particularly eager to see his prized polearm shoot off into the sunset, however, Abel extended a hand and summoned it back toward him. While the electric bond didn't move quickly enough to reunite them immediately, Abel knew the weapon would follow him to wherever he ended up. The next instant, his line-of-sight was cut off as his tumbled through the signature crimson leaves of Forever Fall's arbor.

He landed somewhat heavily on the ground, though the foliage had done much to break his fall. Unbeknownst to him, Robert and Priscilla were only a few meters away. Oblivious, Abel just lay there on the ground, testing his joints to make sure that nothing was broken.

A School for Deities.

Seems neat. I would have pegged him for a shapeshifter, but the wildly different personalities work out pretty well. Naturally, OP has the last word.

A School for Deities.

Good, good.

I messaged NarcissisticPotato this morning and have yet to receive a response. Let us not count on his support.

A school for deities.

Welp, now's the time for those of you who showed interest to back up it with sheets. This train is definitely on track, but more passengers would help it on its way a lot.

RWBY - Haze

In the next few moments, Able came under the effect of Nevin's semblance. As a sense of security replaced his ebbing fears, he quick realized that while the Grimm were many and approaching, it was nothing the new team couldn't handle. Though he wanted to stay and help, he could see that Nevin was covering their retreat just fine on his own. The guardian was the last to leave, casting a final glance at the other boy despite his command, seeing chunks of stone brick sailing through the air. He turned and dashed away, Ampere at the ready. Even on the run, he doubted that the monsters would leave him alone.

Though Nevin did an excellent job covering them from the rear, Abel quickly found that his suspicions had been spot-on. The the forest was teeming with Grimm. Beowolves and Ursa loomed out from the brilliant green brush, snarling and occasionally swiping at him. Wherever possible he struck back with a deadly thrust, often disorienting or disabling the monsters momentarily. It wasn't long before his greater strides allowed him to catch up to Aurelia and Gwyn. Not far ahead, the fleeing backs of Enyo and Felix could be seen. Abel followed them, dodging around trunks and past monsters.

RWBY - Haze

Zwei is love, Zwei is life.

I'll post tomorrow morn btw, never fear.

The Heroes of Beacon

I also want to point out that the fat corgi (whose name should be pronounced Zvei, by the way) was transported in a tube less than a fourth his size.