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[Sherlock Holmes is on the roof with his magnifierkind focusing the sun's rays to set fire to Imps. And trees. He may not be being very careful, really. It all looks the same from up there and the weaponization of a magnifying glass is quite interesting.

He is a mad scientist with a death ray. He really can't help but laugh at that.]

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[Sherlock raises an eyebrow.]

Really? You think you have healing abilities then.

[His mouth twitches.]

At least with healing myself, yeah. Sliced my hand after that to make sure. Thought I'd be thorough.

[Holds it up, there isn't even a line in the skin where he'd dragged the razor across his palm.]

I don't know if it's just... me though. If I can only heal myself. Would be silly, wouldn't it? A doctor who could only heal himself.

[Sherlock looks over the wall at the things below either on fire or that could be made to burn.]

I'm sure we could think of a way to test that.

[John follows his gaze, out onto the destruction the detective has caused.]

You're thinking I should try and heal the Imps you're burning?

I suppose it is rather wasted on them...

[He holds his magnifyingkind out and aims the light at his own palm.]

No, Sherlock...! Your hand...!

[John drops his tea and grabs for Sherlock's hand, wincing as the smell of burnt flesh hits the air.]

[Sherlock grimaces.]

It's fine. Second degree. Rather hope it pays off all the same.

[John carefully cups the burned hand between his own, thumb caressing softly along the edge of the injury, expression pinched.]

You've far too much faith in me. I don't even know how to do this...

[Gently, John brushed his fingers against the damaged skin, focusing on it in a way he hoped would knit the burn back together into clear, perfect pale skin. He felt warmth rise under his hands...]

[Sherlock smirks as he watches it work.]

You're not the only one with abilities, though mine are very much along the lines they've always been. Now it's practically intuitive with how clearly I can observe and understand things.

So your cleverness has become a power instead of a trained skill?

[John ran his fingers over the wound once again, hot and surrounded by a soft pale glow, tracing across Sherlock's palm and leaving in their wake undamaged skin. When John lifts his hands to look, he lets out a ragged breath of shock.]

What do you know, it worked...

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As I knew it would. Have a bit more faith in me, John.

[He smiles and takes his hand back.]

It's a little unfair but I like not being too much altered. The weapon is fine by itself. Let me see yours in action.

[John lets the other pull away, then reaches both hands back to take the guns from their holsters, holding them out as if to display them for the other man. They're a pair of the same gun he carries with him normally, sleek and black.]

Nothing special. They seem fairly standard as far as guns go.

I want to see them in action. I kinow what guns look like.

[He gestures towards the edge of the roof.]

Alright, alright.

[John takes a breath through his nose, eyes glancing over Sherlock's features, before he turned on his heel and faced the edge of the roof, lifting either gun and targeting a pair of trees in the distance. When he finally pulls the trigger, the bullets seem to vanish, until a split second later they crop off a branch on either of the two trees, perfectly on either side.]

[Sherlock whistles, smiling with approval.]

I like those. Let's keep those.

Says the bloke who can set things on fire at will.

[John tucks the guns away, but he can't help but grin a bit too. It's contagious when Sherlock does it.]

Daylight weaponry maximized at noon.

[He waves his magnifying glass around dismissively.]

Trade off. Inexhaustible force of massive destructive power requires debilitating limitations or I'd simply rule over everything.

Can't have that, now can we?

You'd get bored with ruling everything in a couple of hours.

Perhaps.

What is the point of all this do you think?

This place? No idea...

I mean, the powers... suit us, to a degree. Though yours are far more powerful, so there's an indication of hierarchy at least between people who have their... pajama outfits and people like me who don't.

[John gnaws on his lower lip thoughtfully, looking out over the checkerboard landscape.]

[Sherlock nods. He enjoys listening to John's perspective. His ability to make broad deductions is fairly good. He has good instincts. It's the more minute things he struggles with.]

What do you think of the symbols?

[This feels kind of like that time with the shoes, when Sherlock encouraged John's deductions despite John's inaccuracy.]

I saw a couple of people with similar symbols on my way up so... some kind of title, perhaps? A grouping? Teams, perhaps, like a sport?

Maybe symbols are similar because... there's something that the people that wear them have in common?

[Sherlock nods, pursing his lips together.]

And the colors?

Not sure, to be honest... Could they have to do with the symbols too?

Very good. Much better than last time.

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