Azuma was following the rest of his group as they were transferring over to their apartments. He let himself trail towards the back of the group, allowing him to have an eye on each of the other individuals. Wraith, or more politely Ember, was one of the mutants he had kept constant tabs on. He knew her well enough to know that an eye should be kept on her at all times. Kitten, Reyna, was someone he couldn't relax around either, wincing as he remembered the blow he had received earlier. However, the third one troubled him the most. Azuma saw him a few times from afar with his projection, but could never get close. He knew relatively nothing about this Brent person and that made him quite uncomfortable.
It didn't take long for something to happen. In fact, he didn't think he'd seen anything go wrong that quickly. Ember had rushed forward and went straight for a door. Azuma saw it coming, the shock coursing through her body. He sped up a bit, being sure to give Reyna a wide berth as he passed her. However, when he walked by the other blond, Brent, he felt a sudden disconnect. He blinked with confusion as his vision suddenly melted into one timeline, the present. He glanced backwards at the other, eyes wide, while still making his way forward. Is this something to do with him..? He thought to himself. What ability is his...?
He continued his brisk pace forward towards the doors, but as soon as he stepped a bit farther from Brent, he felt a sudden rush in his head. It was like a brain freeze magnified by a few hundred times. He dropped to his knees, hands to his head, as his precognitive ability returned at full force. With a small exclamation of pain, he shakily attempted standing up only to drop back down to one knee.