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Kunsel, Zack, Jim, and Zell. Came out the mirror when they were in there.

[John frowns.]

I'd never heard of them appearing inside one of the houses like that. It was strange.

Stranger than the standard strange.

[howdull]

Four of them.

[That's annoying, and it shows in his voice.]

Larger groups seem to attract more general anomalies, it would be a more useful specimen if it resembled something familiar to one of the initial pursued. I may contact them all and ask if they recognised anything on it.

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Not sure if they did. Kunsel did have an initial post about it, if you wanted to check that before having to talk to him. [Before inflicting yourself on that group, he really means. John considers the rattling door.]

We might be able to lop off a piece of it if I can cover my palette knife in dust from the rubble. And we can get that thing to stick its leg out for long enough.

[howdull]

[He will definitely consider that later, even if just to test exactly how much the rubble really does hurt the beast. But he needs to talk to Kunsel and company first, or perhaps glean the information he needs from their post.

He gathers up his tablet and turns away to go and sit down, engrossed in his task already. He means to say thank you to John, and commend him for a good idea, but somehow it never quite makes it from his mind to his mouth.

Ah well, research time.]

[jumpthegun]

[John sighs as he watches Sherlock go. Right. He'll work on the idea himself, then. And continue to be quietly frustrated with his drug addict best friend. He hasn't forgotten that, and it's a war that's not over between them. For now, the battle is done. John goes to find some rubble to start grinding down.]