Nathaniel (bottlelocked) wrote in tiberiusswann, @ 2012-11-20 12:36:00 |
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Entry tags: | nathaniel, remington |
Monday, November 4th 2019
Who: Remington and Nathaniel
What: Going back to the year 3 AD
When: Early Monday morning
Rating: TBD
Nathaniel had wanted to make Remington happy, and after a vaguely successful cookie baking experiment (in which all the cookies were shaped like marine mammals), and a marathon of the history channel, he knew what he needed to do. Remington felt bored, and sad, and he missed being in combat. So Nathaniel would give that back to him. And there was no cooler combat than the one that he had been watching the night before with helmets and swords and lions and shouting. It had been very exciting, and Remington needed to be excited in his life now.
So Nathaniel had focused his magic and his mind really, really hard on Remington, and on where they were going to go, and he knew that he could do it. Remington told him not to use his magic but he was getting better at it, and surely his bestest friend wouldn't mind using magic to make himself happy? Of course not. So Nathaniel focused, and felt magic coursing through him, and when the world stopped wobbling and looking all purple he found himself sitting in the grass beneath a canvas tent, the air cool, eerily quiet and dark. He had done it. They were where the action was, marching troops and swords and leather. Men like Remington had missed, like the people he wanted to be with. And Nathaniel had brought him here. He was glad of this fact, but entirely exhausted, so he fell over into the grass and let himself fall asleep right where he landed.