I am not him

— On the outside, Elias is simply looking curiously at the stone, but on the inside, he’s smiling triumphantly. The reaction to Lucia’s name didn’t go unnoticed. One way or another, he knew that name.

— Elias was keeping up the simple buyer act though, nodding as he was told how the stone was acquired. “I see. It honestly is really fine looking. I wonder if I could make it into a little dagger. Something she would like, but would still look pretty. Make people underestimate it.” Yeah, that sounded like something Lucia would like.

— Almost bashfully, lightly kicks the dirt, staring at his feet. “Ah, well, you see, that is where the problem may lie, sir. You see, I come from…..quite a ways away myself, and my money is kind of….different then the currency is here. I promise it is all real, though. Let’s see….for a stone like that though….maybe two silver pieces?” Time to see if he was right for sure, as he pulls out the two coins, placing them down with the dragon’s emblem facing upwards. “Would that work, Sir?”

    Kyurem suspiciously narrowed his eyes, but offered a light shrug to maintain the facade. “Dagger eh? Interesting choice. Could probably throw in some scrap metal to keep that ornate look, or easily mistake it for a ceremonial knife. Should be plenty of smiths around to make it work if you’re really up for that.”

    Admittedly curious at the proposition, he rolled back to give him some space and propped his arms along the crate. As soon as the other pulled his hands away from the table, however, a stifling chill flooded the stall. All the color drained from Kyurem’s face as his gaze fell, twitching hands instantly reaching for them.

    “Where…how the hell did you get these, kid?” They were more than just different currency, they were currency from a different era–from old Unova, at that. It’s been so long he never imagined he would ever see them outside of museum showcases, much less in the hands of a young teen in usable mint condition. That is…unless…

Do not tell him.

--- Elias can't help but shiver at the sudden cold, but even still, he knew he had hit the jackpot. The triumphant feeling fell a bit at Kyurem's expression, but it was still there, unable but help but to smile as he shrugged.

--- "I only said I was from quite a ways away. I never said anything about being from a different region." Another shrug, though his expression becomes one of excitement almost. "But that must mean my hunch was right. You seem.....different, but to be fair, all of us figured you were no longer around. Then again, we thought Mr. Adair and Mr. Shinri had died as well, so I guess I cannot be too surprised."

— He narrows his eyes bit, trying to figure out if his hunch is right or not. His eyes shift to the wares laid out, thoughts forming in his head. Finally, getting them together, he speaks up.

— “Well, I am looking for a friend of mine, actually, but I could not help but notice your stall, and I did not just wish to startle you by simply speaking up. I figured it better to wait until you noticed me. Anyways–” He points to the stone. “Where did you get that? It looks quite nice.” He drops his voice down to a murmur, though still making sure he could at least me heard. “Maybe I could fashion it into necklace for Lucia….”

    He snatched the stone right out of the air, clasping it tightly in his fist for a little longer than what’s considered comfortable for a typical conversation. His gaze seemed long and distant, wondering if he was only imagining what he heard (hard to say as there was something off about this, like it was a cue he wasn’t picking up). Kyurem shook his head for the time being, though caution remained.

    “If you want me to be honest, I’m not entirely sure where exactly. A trader I worked with gave me an assortment of their goods as payment for helping ‘em out. He and his family lived off the seas and traveled across all over the regions for their stuff, but he said they could be worth quite the penny if polished right.”

--- Elias was keeping up the simple buyer act though, nodding as he was told how the stone was acquired. "I see. It honestly is really fine looking. I wonder if I could make it into a little dagger. Something she would like, but would still look pretty. Make people underestimate it." Yeah, that sounded like something Lucia would like.

— “Good job, Elias, get separated, that was real smart of you.” A long sigh is released from his nose, unsure of he really should be cursing himself, or the crowd. He’s still searching for Lucia when he spots someone tall, dark, and oddly familiar.

— “Oh, okay.” Truth be told, curiosity had gotten the best of Elias, so he was looking around at all the more modern stuff. Though, now his attention had been caught by something, or rather someone else, and he couldn’t help but keep glancing over at him, until finally speaking again.

— “Uh, this is a weird question, but may I ask your name?”

— “Oh, okay.” Truth be told, curiosity had gotten the best of Elias, so he was looking around at all the more modern stuff. Though, now his attention had been caught by something, or rather someone else, and he couldn't help but keep glancing over at him, until finally speaking again.

— He suddenly trusts his hands out in front of him, taking a deep breath and holding it. And holding it. Still holding it. Finally, when it seems it can’t anymore, he lets it out, repeating the process, though for a bit shorter time. After the third time he does it, he’s calmed down, hands falling to his sides.

— “Okay, I am ready.”

— “You…..? Ah—!! No, you didn’t!” He was bouncing on his feet a bit as he spoke. “You remember how we had finished the seals really late at night, so you guys decided it would’ve been better to unseal the dragons the next morning? Well, after you guys had left, I was looking at one of the copies of the counter seal, and realized someone had changed it. I don’t think it was you guys, so I had gone to Dragonspiral to warn you.”

— “I-I am calm—- perf-fectly calm—” No he wasn’t. He was trying to be, though, taking deeps breaths, and clenching and unclenching his fists to try and work out any tension. “I….I am fine. Confused, small headache, but fine. What happened….?”

--- He suddenly trusts his hands out in front of him, taking a deep breath and holding it. And holding it. Still holding it. Finally, when it seems it can't anymore, he lets it out, repeating the process, though for a bit shorter time. After the third time he does it, he's calmed down, hands falling to his sides.