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maskormenacelogs2017-01-25 10:36 pm
infomodder) wrote in maskormenacelogs2017-01-25 10:36 pm
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i just want to show you what i know
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.
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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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.
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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.
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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.