Though Ozpin's words sparked trepidation in some, Abel only felt his resolution harden. He had proved at Pallisade that he had what it took to succeed without stepping stones and freebies. If the program at Beacon was as rigorous as he was led to believe, it would be very effective in weeding out the less talented, less motivated students. Some would fail and some would quit, but he would remain. His grip on the Ampere tightened, and he felt the electricity running between steel and flesh. Abel Fulgurate believed in destiny, and becoming a Hunter of legend at this institution was his.

"Might as well," he remarked after Nevin offered to take him and Maggie exploring. While he had become more familiar with Nevin during their search for a vending machine, he still had no clue who this pretty raven-haired girl was except for her name. She certainly seemed hyped to be here. Given Abel's inclination to not speak unless spoken to, though, he decided not to say anything. Instead, he took a good look at the crowd around him.

One face jumped out at him. Nearby, one of the soon-to-be students that had been listening to Ozpin as if his life had depended on it stood, leaning on a crutch. This guy was dressed in dark brown and black embroidered with gold thread--either he was very classy or very extravagant. His shoulder-length hair masked a sharp, intense face, with bright green eyes. Muttering to himself, the boy turned around and shouldered past another kid, who was dressed in green with leaf patterns and bore features that made him look very young. After the littler boy piped up with an indignant "Ow," the older boy turned halfway around to apologize before limping away.

"Guess there are all sorts here at Beacon," Abel observed.