Titus stood among the crowded venue, letting the music that was being played roll over him. Any other night he would have woven his way to the nearest source of a drink and listened from there, with a glass of something clutched in his hand, but right now a small voice in the back of his head told him to wait, to stay here among the mass of humanity, yet he couldn't remember precisely why that was. Still whatever it was seemed important enough that he should heed the nagging little voice, even if he let the slightly concerned look (that came to him whenever he forgot something important) slip onto his face. 

No more than a moment later he felt a tap on his shoulder, turning slightly Titus saw that the gesture belonged to a young man somewhere in his late 20's, he had a slight smirk on his face as the immortal turned his attention to him. "Whats with the scowl, the music not sitting right with you?" The man semi yelled, his voice being drowned out by the music and other ambient sounds 

Titus quickly shook his head, and swapped the scowl he apparently had for a more impassive look "No no, it quite good actually. I do like that the band seems to have a sort of cohesion that I haven't seen in..." Titus's voice trailed off as a feeling began to spread up his arm, a slow burn that emanated from his wrist, warming the flesh and bone as if he had stuck it near a low fire. "I..I.. think I have to" Titus stammered, his words failing him for the first time in a long time as he looked back at the young man.

His acquaintance only grinned back and patted Titus on the shoulder "Dont worry about it, I understand." And without a second word stood back from the immortal, turning to look back at the stage with only a last side glance at Titus, who only nodded in thanks as he began to extract himself from the crowd. As he backed out Titus slowly undid the straps of his watch, snatching the timepiece's face away to expose the never changing tattoo that now throbbed with heat in time with his heartbeat, which was itself rising to settle somewhere in his throat. With the watch out of the way, Titus traced his eyes across the inked roman numerals and finally the name, the name he had read a hundred times yet still felt new to him [i]"Avralyn"[/i]. 

So engrossed was he with the sudden development, Titus didn't realize, or see the young woman before it was to late. It wasn't enough force to knock him, or her, over by any means, but the shoulder bump was certainly enough to jar Titus out of his silent contemplation and back to reality.

 Quickly catching himself he turned to the young women, his face caught in a sheepish expression "I..I am so sorry miss, I did not see you there. My fault completely, I really should be more careful in the future." As he apologized Titus quickly made note of the person he was talking to, she was young being 22 at the most he would say, with heterochromatic eyes, and swirling tattoos. He nervously played with his undone watch in his right hand as time seemed to move like cold syrup, and the warm burn from his wrist never stopped.