Remy’s eyes widened, almost comically. “If you wouldn’t mind!” And he bolted from her side, making a quick go about getting back up to his loft. From the vantage point of the ground floor it must have sounded like he was dismantling something, but he was just shuffling through an inordinate amount of drawers.
Finally finding the thing he was looking for he went over to the railing overlooking the lobby.
“Catch.” He said, lobbing a small rock down to her. On first glance it was nothing more than a palm sized, smooth, skipping stone of a burnished red tone if seen in the right light, but turning it over the underside was full of holes.
“I know it’s probably a long shot, but if you can keep an eye out for more stones like these. I’d greatly appreciate it.” He said, leaning on the railing with an enigmatic smile.
Jazz was quite startled by the man’s movements, but equally amused. She moved closer slowly, listening carefully to the sounds. Although she couldn’t for the life of her figure out what was going on. She ducked to begin with, holding her arms out to catch the small rock. Although her eyes focussed on the stone. She couldn’t seem to take her eyes off of it.
She finally dragged her gaze from it. “What... is this?” She asked. “I mean i definitely can. I just... i feel... something from it.”