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Adam wished that whatever had given him this new power would just take the damn thing back! Even if it rung some sort of bell so he’d know where a flash would come it would be nice. Adam grunted, leaning against the nearest wall, hand pressing against his forehead as his senses came back online after being grabbed, shaken and thrown to the back of his mind for however long it took the future to press into his mind.

“Guh...ugh...what?” Adam mumbled, cracking his eyes open. Someone had said something but whatever it was had been eaten up by the loud, consuming waters of time, the same waters that washed over him and pulled him under each time he had a vision of the future.

“I figured most people wouldn’t come to the roof. Is this your hiding spot?” Lukas asked with a amused look, peeking at the other over his shoulder.

Shaun knew that he probably shouldn’t be doing this...It was late at night, and he really should be studying for school or something...But Shaun was tired of studying, and really just wanted to steal a power and let lose. Shaun could use a power that has been used in a two mile radious of himself in the past two hours. It’s been awhile since he’s let himself divulge in the abilities, and he was ready to do so now. But then, right as he was about to begin, he noticed something.

Seeing another article about a ‘rogue’ conduit apprehended in the line of duty, James realised that he knew little of what had happened during the ‘Third World War’. At the time he had watched the news but with a baby and a law practice his plate had been rather full. It was that morning article, so innocuous, that had made him realise he knew little of the true ins and outs. So he went to the library.

In the three years since the ‘end’, James doubted there would be many accurate reflections on the subject, but...well, his life was rather on the empty side at the moment and he had the time. Clad in black trousers and a crisp, white shirt, James put on a jacket - though with the sunshine it may be a layer too much - and went off in search.

There he found very little on the topic but borrowed one book, which he took to the park to begin reading. How long had it been since he had read a textbook...his brain felt out of practice as he scanned the chapter titles. 

Not so out of practice that he believed everything written. It was obvious that this particular title was working off some very, very lacking evidence. James groaned as he gave up, stood up, and chucked the book in the bin.

But it would be something, one day. Some day. If he could just fucking concentrate long enough to write more than a few sentences, and be satisfied with that. For the longest time, all he did was stare at the screen, fingers hovering over the keys before retreating to flop into his lap. “Fuck,” He sighed, brushing a hand through his unruly hair in frustration. Glancing around himself, he leaned over and tapped the shoulder of someone in the seat nearest to him. 

“ ‘Ey, er-- sorry to bother you, but, can I get your opinion on somethin’ real quick?”