Chapter one: Times a Wasting!

Adrian stared impassively at the paper before him, his request to be allowed to attend a Hero Course had been denied again. The rest of the class around him were abuzz with excited shouting and passing around acceptance letters. Adrian scowled, crumpling up the letter which at the top read, 'Thank you for applying!'

It was difficult to get a Hero License in America. Unlike in other countries where there is a generalized curriculum for Hero work, in America there is a large and constant presence of Vigilantism. The schools that were made during the governments first attempt at incorporating Hero work were being bought under the table and giving licenses to incapable people who were just comic book wannabes. It doesn't help that 'Quirks' are protected under the second Amendment. The amount of quirk related homicides in America compared to other countries is in the upper thirtieth percentile. All in all, the restrictions are tighter. So, unless you can make it to the top schools in New York, or California? Your chances at being accredited are low.

He sighed briefly before taking out a small notebook, flipping through the pages until a mess of scribbled out schools splayed the page, "Evolution Academy for the Heroic Arts, denied." Clicking his pen. Before he could set the book down, a stocky teen slapped his back sending the pages fluttering into the desk with a loud snap.

"Adrian! My main man! How you been?" Adrian opened his mouth before being cut off," right right well hey Adrian you wouldn't happen to know the time in Hong Kong right now would ya? I've been DYING to go and gotta know the time zone change before I even think of making plans, right?" The boy sneered as the room quickly changed into snickering.

Adrian stood up quickly, beginning to pack his bag," it's 10:58 PM and before you ask, no I don't know what the weather is like so shut the fuck up David." The class of other twelfth grade seniors quickly began backing away from the Aforementioned David, whispering amongst themselves. Adrian went to move away from his seat when a Gun Barrel pressed itself under his jaw, David's right arm having contorted itself into a mess of steal barrels and chains. "Oh c'mon Wristwatch, don't give me that shit. We both know you don't have the genes to talk to your betters like that..." A hammer clicked into position. "So why don't you sit down and quit making a full of yourself."

Adrian's eyes were hardened like the steel that pushed into his chin. Several seconds went by before a cool smirk slowly playing across his lips. "Of course, only to stop that ego of yours from coming full circle and sending you to prison David, I'm sorry." Putting his hands in the air and Sitting back down.

The bell rang from across the classroom. David laughed, and as he did so the rest of the class began to liven up again before he rested his left arm around Adrian's shoulders," That's what I love about you Adrian! You're always good for a laugh. You're smart though, I respect that. you got a good understanding that that brain?" Tapping Adrian's curly black hair," it's all you're good for." David's breath hot against Adrian's neck. He sauntered back to his group of friends punching the shoulder of one of the football team before sitting down with them.

Adrian clenched his fists under his desk thinking to himself, "Oh keep talking David, just cuz you've got a local gang's fist up your ass doesn't mean you're shit." The nickname wristwatch ringing in his ears. Adrian knew his quirk was mundane; So, did everyone else at Silverado Heights high school. Not everyone is born with their muscle fibers being able to turn into guns, how that genetically even works is beyond him. Instead of trying to uplift people this school just sets out to bring anyone who didn't have lasers for eyes down and he's been dealing with it for- his mind taken out of him as the world began to stutter around him.

A common side effect of his quirk that started when he was born. His mother is an Enhancement type that let her body become frictionless, and his father? Adrian shook his head; well he gets the 'chrono-omniscience' from him. Every now and again it seemed like time would just glitch up or freeze altogether for him. Of course, he couldn't control this part of his quirk, something about a strange interaction between his mother's quirk and his father's sensory, making him 'slide' out of time. So says the doctors anyway. To other people it would look like he was warping around, but since it was entirely random it was classified as a 'defective byproduct.' He didn't think much of it anymore, tapping on the wood of his table, before looking over at David's slow motioned kicking back on his desk. It took all of half a second before he sprung to action when time stopped completely during his current bout of stuttering. "Please be enough time, please be enough time." Adrian made a mad dash out of his seat and tore fast toward David's chair, David's lips pursed around an F while he rocked back and forth. "Perfect" Adrian grinned and set to work, pushing at the immovable chair with all his might. He couldn't change the properties of things suspended, but he could add kinetic energy to them. After doing so with a handful of shoves he took off back to his chair, right before time stuttered back into existence and the door to class Conveniently opened. A scene of David being thrown to the floor and skidded several aisles back toward the wall by his chair greeted the homeroom teacher with a screeching teen almost the same pitch as the chair, roaring the class into tears. Adrian couldn't hold back from smiling while a freaked-out David scurried back to his chair embarrassed. His friends voicing apologies before being slapped around by a flamingly angry human-Gundam. "Little victories.." Adrian thought amused opening his notebook.

Homeroom starting up in full swing meant that Mr. Lautrec was back from one of his many daily smoke breaks, coughing violently as he entered the classroom. "Good after -cough cough- noon class, today as all of you are-cough- aware," he pulled at his dress shirt collar spitting into a not so discrete handkerchief," is field trip day! The last one of your high school careers, I might add."

A boy with shaggy hair dressed in a hemp hoodie rose his hand, Jason being the official student body president. "Yo Lautrec? If its another trip to Hoover Dam can we maybe skip it this year? I got like, thirteen scholarship applications I gotta do today man."

A number of other people voiced their agreement before being unceremoniously cut short by a wave of coughing by the teacher, " Now-cough cough- I know that Hoover dam isn't exactly the, uh, " his eyes reaching Jason's, "Hip place to be, but-cough- it's a landmark of the innovation of this countries development and- "

Jason's hand gave a smooth wave as he started in again, green eyes lulled into boredom. "Mr. Lautrec, my dude, I think I speak for all of us here that, if you want to show us a," His voice suddenly altering to match Lautrec's exactly "Hip all-American technological marvel!" Mr. Lautrec's face grew red as the back of the class made up of a handful of girls giggled. Jason cleared his throat returning to normal, "Then this schools assists should be like, directed to the new Quirk development lab near the strip am I right?" Adrian's head perked up from his school list and he suddenly became hopeful.

The Quirk Unilateral Actuation Complex, or Q.U.A.C (No end in sight for the media's relentless mockery) was new and state of the art in Las Vegas, Nevada. The lead scientist, Dr. Warwick, was rumored to have worked in Area 51 and transitioned into the private research sector after revealing classified data to an unofficial source. Or so all the tabloids keep repeating every time the center is brought up on the news. He thought back to one of the interviews with the doctor:

A loud fanfare plays as the camera zooms about the room, a small banner below the scene listing crime rates increasing and local headlines. A preppy blond news anchor appears sitting on a red sofa and zoomed in.

"We're coming to you live from LVCN with the mastermind behind the multi-million-dollar quirk lab opening up just five miles outside of the Las Vegas Strip! Tell us Dr. Warwick what are you and your staff of scientists working to accomplish at the, uh Q.U.A.C?"

A small snicker can be heard off screen.

An extremely small woman is panned to across from where the smiling reporter is sitting. A small head of yellow feathers adorned her, and claws laid gently across a rumpled lab coat.

"Yes, thank you, the Quirk Unilateral Actuation Complex is focusing primarily on where quirks come from in relation to the brain, and on finding that one key that will allow us to unlock the genetic interplay between parents and their offspring regarding quirks." she stood up on the seat cushion raising her arm. "it is the hope of me and my colleagues that one day the world will know where their powers come from, and how we can tap into it for its full potential!" Her excitement causing the feathers on her head to suddenly stand on edge.

The doctor's feathers ejected in every direction causing the reporter to duck, and the camera to veer for a second. Dr. Warwick can be heard off stage apologizing profusely before a 'technical difficulties screen.' Plays across Adrian's tv.

Adrian's mind drifted to the possibility of them being able to reverse which parent he got his quirk from; he knew that with his mothers he could probably get it to work as a Hero. "anything but being king of the time zones." He muttered defeated. The rest of the class, in the meantime, had been putting a lot of pressure on Mr. Lautrec to change the field trip location. It had reached such a point that the whole class was swarmed around him as he clung to a file cabinet. Adrian moved over to Jason from his seat, "you proud of yourself? You've incited a riot. That doesn't seem like a very presidential thing to do."

Jason shrugged his shoulders and looked up, putting his hand on his face and lamenting, "Hey when they said by the people for the people, I didn't think about the consequences. Like my hands are tied." He glanced at the mob; they were currently playing catch with Mr. Lautrec's world globe. Sighing he stood up and said, "watch this dude." With a short cough, Jason brought his hand to his throat and in the Principle's voice yelled, "WHAT IN THE HELL OF HIGH WATERED BULLSHIT ARE YOU KIDS DOING TO MY TEACHER!?" the reaction was clear and immediate. The whole class scattered like ants while David and his group cackled with the state of Mr. Lautrec' Attire. Disheveled and gasping for air.

As the last student reached their chair Mr. Lautrec padded his forehead with his handkerchief (much to the disgust of the class) and took a step forward. "Ehem, uh, thank you -cough cough- Jason for the intervention and," his eyes glancing around at the pack of wolves licking their chops, "and! Also, for -cough- the marvelous suggestion of a change of venue. I think that's a great idea. We'll leave after your second and third classes. Prepare during -cough- lunch and we'll meet at the arts building by the bus stop." Finishing by hacking into his napkin. All at once the class erupted, paper flying around the room as handfuls of classmates congregated to discuss the new trip arrangements. At which point Mr. Lautrec had lost full control of the class, and the only semblance of order left was Jason calmly passing around seating order sheets for the bus he had apparently already whipped up prior to the class. Adrian packed up his bag and waited for the bell to ring, a sense of determination filling his being. "I'm going to become a hero, I'm going to make it to a college I want, and this decides it!"

Adrian Greene!

QUIRK: Chronal-Omniscience! HN: ClockTower

Allows him to know the time of any location in the world!

Affiliations: Senior, Silverado Highschool.

Birthday: 11/27

Blood Type: A-

Likes: Moco Locos