====> Adam: get the fuck up

[Roger Smith]

Even after he had managed to catch his breath, and the relatively minor ache from his short fall faded, Adam continued to just lay there on what he guessed was the ground. See, he didn't really so much care to just go on lying there forever, so much as he had gotten it into his head that he needed to be actually standing up, or already in the air, to actually start up the whole 'flying' thing. And being that he was currently unaware of the fountain in his (very) near vicinity that he could use to get a figurative leg up and stand, even with his bum leg, and that he was really in no hurry to go anywhere anyway (also he may or may not have missed out on the whole 'summoning things' part of that white shadow that may or may not have been a First Guardian mentioned when talking about Omnilium) or maybe he was just lazy enough to want to lay there a little longer and mentally complain about anything and everything that ran across his mind.

At the moment, most things that ran across his mind were some mixture of general anger at being here at all, and some measure of sadness for being snatched away from not only his goal, but his friends. Or, well....most of his friends, anyway. Some of them. Well...okay mostly it was just the whole general thing of being alone, not so much missing his friends in particular. And since he was so busy lamenting over his vast misfortunes and poor predicament, nowhere to go, and, perhaps most importantly, nothing to do...well, he just sort of went on lying there, in a fashion that would not be difficult to mistake for a lump that some just might call useless.

Somewhere in his ridiculous montage of angry and depressed thoughts and lamentations, Adam's thoughts, inevitably, began to wander, gradually coming to a slow, grinding halt, with only the perpetual tick-tock in the back of his head that never left him -- and had, indeed, been with him literally as long as he could remember -- remaining to remind him of just how much time he was wasting just laying around. And after barely five minutes of the laying there with only the passing of time to keep him mental company, he was ready to lose his mind. The bad part about being a player with an Aspect of Time -- especially if you were an Heir, and literally became Time, once you fully realized your powers --was that you tended to get really, really, really bad about wasting time. Adam was worse about it than most might have been, due to problems of his own that he was definitely not going to reveal to anyone.

And so it was that after only another minute, he was literally scrabbling at his hair, doing his best not to grab handfuls and rip it out. "Aaaaaaaaaaaugh........" With a long, slow heave, he managed to force himself upright into a sitting posture using mostly his arms. God Tier player and literal God of Time he might have been, but he still wasn't in the best shape, physically speaking. And as he sat up, he firmly planted his hands to either side of him, and propped himself up well enough to get first one leg under him, and then the other, before plopping rather heavily back down into the least uncomfortable sitting position he could manage. He planted one elbow on his knee, pulling the more egregious knots out of his hair with the other hand, and mussing with the stupidly long hood that was part of these...ridiculous God Tier action pajamas, and turned his mind to trying to think of something to do.

It never even occurred to him to try taking a look at the horizon to see the various gates.