Usually the weather remained the same there in the city. Grey clouds and barely a peek of sun, but today was different. The sun was shining, and the air was warm, unlike the chill stagnancy that was usually felt. It was out of the ordinary, and if Azariah was even a little bit superstitious or a believer of fate, he'd be more firm in his belief that she was there. But of course he wasn't, and it had to be a coincidence. Nothing to do with that feeling he'd had, or the dream he'd woken from.<br/><br/>He walks along the sidewalk with his hands shoved in his pockets, glancing left and right at the people who passed by, ignoring the information that wanted to flood his ears and brain, the words and codes scrolling in front of his eyes, things that only he could see. Due to an operation that he'd gotten in his late teens, he was able to 'see' information about people and things, just by looking at them. Here, in his world, at birth, humans were implanted with a small microscopic chip that had everything about them encoded within, everything they needed to live there. Identification, social security, even banking accounts and other such things were there, the latter being installed later in life.<br/><br/>And, from what he'd gotten, his eyes could read that, process it, and then 'download' it into his brain, giving him everything he needed to either sabotage, hack, or even blackmail anybody. But today he wasn't bothered with that sort of thing, as his mind was elsewhere. He didn't know exactly where he was going, or even what he was going to do, but he had to be on the move. His legs itched if he stood still, and his mind wandered, trying to piece things together. A trail of cigarette smoke followed him as he chain smoked, walking through the crowds. Though there were hundreds of people, he felt alone, isolated. And he had every right to be.<br/><br/>Turning a corner, someone passes by him, headed in the same direction. Two someones actually, one male, the other female. The woman in question had bright green hair and an unusual outfit on, almost seeming to bounce along with each quick step she took. Her male friend was also strange in appearance, with long blonde hair up in a ponytail, a blue feather sticking out from it, and what looked to be a white outfit that reminded him of an archer in a game he used to play a while back. His expression seemed to be exasperated, with where he was or his friend, Azariah was unsure.<br/><br/>Slowing down, he watched to two strangers move on ahead, the girl now waving at someone who was sitting at a table outside of a cafe. "Hey! Sorry we're late, the portals were backed up for some reason." He was standing still now, watching what was going on ahead of him, standing there at the corner, wondering what they were talking about. "Chronos, you know that you aren't supposed to talk about that sort of thing in the open. Do you want to get in trouble again?" The male walks up to them now, so apparently the green haired one was called 'Chronos'. Weird.<br/><br/><br/>"Aw, come on Sky. Why do you have to act like that ALL the time?" Chronos raises her eyebrow at him, and 'Sky' just sighs, shaking his head. "Sky? What kind of name is that?" Azariah mutters this to himself, but stays were he is, and realizing something very interesting. His 'eye' was having trouble tracking who these people were, it was either their codes were encrypted, or they had a block on them, making it impossible for him to find out who they were. And the woman...it was the same with her. Though for her, it was almost as if she didn't even have one, nothing was showing up for her, it was blank.<br/><br/>"Anyway, Jax gives his regards. He apologizes for not being able to meet you himself, something came up that he couldn't not attend to, so he sent us instead. But that's okay, right? You remember us, I hope. We've met a couple of times before!" Chronos gives a big smile, and sits down next to the strange woman, who was starting to look more and more familiar. "If you don't remember, I'm Chronos, and this here is Arcadia. But feel free to call him Sky!"<br/><br/>Little by little, it was coming clearer. The necklace felt heavy around his neck as realization settled in. This was no random woman. He recognized that face, those eyes. The perfect complexion, and her hair. It was her...the woman from that day, almost nineteen years ago. She was finally here, right in front of her. He didn't need to search any longer, she was real, very real. He had to find out who she was, and why it had taken so long for her to come back. His heart hurt in his chest, and he clenched his fists, smoke billowing around his head from his cigarette that was tight between his teeth. He wanted to barge out now, to walk up to her and grab her arms, shake her thin frame and shout at her face, scream for answers as to why she had just left him there. Why she never came back. But he held himself back, keeping to the shadows. Waiting, and watching. The time would come, but now was not it.