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WHO: Sherlock Holmes & Will Graham
WHERE: Creek outside De Chima
WHEN: YESTERDAY...?
WHAT: One haunted dark haired former FBI fake agent teaches a haunted dark haired detective how to swim. With powers. Avert your eyes, Light Yagami.
WARNINGS: spoilers for both canons i am sure

Will is indeed in plaid. Plaid and jean shorts, his deck shoes battered and worn. He sports a fairly plain dark green ball cap atop a mess of curly hair. Nothing on him can't get wet, can't be taken off, can't get a little dirty. He's dressed with the idea of just that in mind. No pretense, no pretension...in his appearance, anyway. He figures he'll be able to smell Sherlock if he gets lost. But the fact that Will's parked his car far enough from himself to be spotted easily even if he isn't should help.

The creek itself is a mostly overgrown thing, water shallow enough in many places that even young children wouldn't have much issue. Where Will stands now, hands in his pockets, keeping an eye out, said cool water would barely reach past his knees, and that's just the way it needs to be at the beginning. Once one is familiar with skills, then those deep, treacherous waters can become familiar, too.

He doesn't realize a butterfly has taken perch on his hat. He doesn't move enough for the thing to be bothered.

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How rude. To invade the fish's home and point in his face! At least, the fish seems a bit indignant about the whole situation, and when it swims off, there is a fishy sort of sashay to the movement. A good start to the underwater world. At least they didn't have much to worry about predators. Not yet, anyway.

Will found the whole exchange delightful; Sherlock would see him sporting a slap happy smile when he looked back, the sort that was earnest and rare. Rather than any "real" sort of swimming, Will had one hand clasped loosely around some plant life on the bottom. The other waved Sherlock over. If he wanted to, of course, Will wouldn't impose on him just being there to start. One hand turned to two, and he easily hand-walked further along the creek bed. At least for him he'd found it helpful to be part of the environment, not just in it. To feel mud and shell beneath his fingernails. He'd always been like that, though, and hand-walked himself right to the dip. Deep enough for a proper dive, for a proper swim, a proper look around...and Will was looking, his eyes a bit of an odd color if Sherlock could spot them up close and personal, just to make sure there weren't any snakes or small gators hiding in any shadowy spots.

Hmph. That fish totally had an attitude.

Sherlock turned to look back at Will, his own eyebrows raised at his earnest smile. If he wasn't in such an anxious state he probably would be smiling too. He wanted to enjoy this, but there was this guilty voice in the back of his head that kept whispering Victor and John.

Maybe he would enjoy swimming, one day.

Sherlock wasn't actually a poor swimmer, he'd managed to learn early in life. Due to his childhood trauma, he never quite enjoyed it, even if he didn't remember the reason why, so he was a bit rusty, even though he knew the techniques.

He wasn't privy to the manner of creature to be found in this environment, if he did at one point he'd have deleted it. On second thought he probably should have done more research but he was so anxious about the whole thing he couldn't bring himself to. And besides, Will seemed like he knew what he was doing.

Sherlock kicked off of the smooth rocks and over to the edge of the dip. He balked, grabbing onto a large boulder perched there, clearly put off by the depth. There wasn't any danger, just...breathe. At this point they'd been underwater far longer than any human could so his mind had quieted some against the constant barrage of stopthisIamgoingtodrownthisismadness repeating over and over again.

The consulting detective took a deep 'breath'--inhaled water? What was even the terminology for underwater respiration, he didn't know--and waited for Will to make the first move.

There wasn't much to it. Will was as old hat at this as he could be without having been born to breathe on both land and sea. So he didn't wait. He kicked off, too, and from there spared Sherlock barely a second's glance. His clothes had not been designed for underwater travel but that was no hindrance. He moved through it without any sign of difficulty, past fish and plant life alike. When he spotted human debris, a plank with a rusted nail in it, he made for the surface. If Sherlock presumed he had thrown it out so he could pick it up later, take the trash elsewhere, he'd be right.

Will reappeared as quick as he'd left and went right back to treating this all as a very normal walk in the park. Hopefully, by doing so, and by treating Sherlock with hands off rather than anything approaching kiddie gloves, the guy would have an easier time getting acquainted with the idea that yes, his power worked, here was all the proof he needed. Of course, if Sherlock showed signs he needed more, he'd be there, but. Hands off first.

Sherlock watched him, content with observing and trying to remain calm. Will's ease underwater and his 'hands off' approach was, in fact, exactly what the skittish detective needed. Very, very slowly, he started to crawl off of the boulder, and with a wince, kicked off and into the void.

Considering he had the ability to manipulate water itself, he was in absolutely no danger if he did somehow get stuck or 'fell impossibly into the deep', or whatever illogical, unrealistic ridiculous scenario his fear-filled mind was coming up with. He kicked, wanting to swim properly instead of using his ability, knowing that it would be safest to become good at swimming regardless.

He let himself drift to the bottom, still watching Will, and began tentatively exploring, in childlike, uncertain ways. As he calmed, the scientific curiosity began to appear once again. He wondered how powerful his water ability was when he was completely submerged. Concentrating, he sat there at the deepest part he could, and attempted to shoot a column of water straight towards the surface. If it worked, it would be like a depth charge, and probably sound like it, too.

Once it felt as though Sherlock was comfortable enough with the situation, Will began to drift further away, doing his own exploration. He mostly searched for any litter that wouldn't be of use to the environment. He'd look back from time to time, just to make sure, but nothing more than that. Eventually another big-mouthed fish took great interest in Will and he was about to have a new buddy when...

Yikes. Will's attention turns immediately to the upset, fish pal quickly swimming around behind him for cover. Will looked first to the surface, then followed down to Sherlock, eyebrows knit together and head tilted as if to ask that you? without actually opening his mouth...kinda difficult to talk to anyone down here, he does what he can.

Huh.

Neat.

Finally, Sherlock had a smile on his face. And a slightly mad glint in his eye. The column of water probably would baffle any poor soul that might be unlucky to be observing that particular creek.

Sherlock opened his mouth to speak, and was caught off guard by the fact that--duh, of course you couldn't talk underwater. He did know British Sign Language, if he truly did need to communicate with anyone underwater. Hm. It wasn't something he thought about, or thought about needing. He made a mental note to brush up on ASL as well.

Either way, universal signals would work well. He gave two thumbs up to Will, before trying to form a ball of swirling water over one hand. It looked like a bubble of rapidly moving water contained in a sphere. It was disconcerting, how easy it was to manipulate the very medium that one was existing in. And the sense of power it gave him.

Oh.

Well.

Huh.

This is happening. There is nothing he can do to stop it, not that he wants to. He takes this display as a compliment of sorts, a sign that Sherlock feels some sort of comfort around Will. Or maybe he's just confident in himself, or perhaps he doesn't care who knows about his water power...he's still going to take it as a bit of a compliment, no one can stop him.

He swims over slowly, a few fish following and using Will as a shield, stopping just shy of the bubble to give it an inspection. Nothing too intense, just. Curious. This is new. Of course he wants a look.

The bubble's nothing too big, though Sherlock had a few wild ideas about how to experiment a bit later, perhaps when no one was around. He didn't want to get embarrassed when it inevitably backfired. It did stand to reason one ought to test the limits of their abilities.

It spins wildly, and with a careful twist of his wrist, the bubble suddenly burst into dozens of smaller ones, which blew everywhere in a bubble explosion. Probably at the fish and Will's face.

Neat.

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