Log: Ongoing

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When: September 16
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Bartimaeus djinni_tricks, Kitty kittyjones and Nathaniel natty_boy
Summary: Kitty and Bartimaeus go to pick up, and yell at Nathaniel
Log: Bartimaeus had left Kitty's flat with Kitty in tow to go fetch Nathaniel. He had taken Ptolemy's form out of habit, wearing modern clothes that helped him fit in with humans more. He'd set a brisk pace for the two of them, knowing that leaving Nathaniel bleeding too long would give rise to him dying again or getting an infection.

He closed his black eyes for a moment, mulling over the fact that Nathaniel was ineed alive. The dead could come back to life... maybe then Ptolemy or Queezle was in the city already. He shook the thoughts from his head, concentrating on finding the fountain and Nathaniel.

Finally approaching the fountain, he looked back at Kitty. "He ought to be nearby." The djinn kept an eye out, looking around for Nathaniel.

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Bartimaeus noticed the visible change in Nathaniel the moment he relased the magician. Maybe it was worse than he thought. Already pale skin had gone paler, which really wasn't a good sign.

"Fine, we'll go, but you aren't walking on your own."

Bartimaeus said, just as Nathaniel wavered again, and then suddenly grabbed onto his shoulder. He was suddenly glad that while he had Ptolemy's form, the strength was not that of the frail egyptian boy.

"You better not throw up on me." Bartimaeus said warningly as he braced his former master and frowned. Human vomit was terrible for the essence.

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Kitty had been standing back, deciding to let Bartimaeus do the final convincing to get Nathaniel to shut up and sit down. But then Bartimaeus let go, and Nathaniel displayed a certain lack of stability, and... He was stumbling and shaking and closing his eyes and almost falling over and... pale. Very pale. Nathaniel had never exactly been a sun-kissed boy, but now he looked pale as... as death. Like a corpse.

And he is dead, Kitty thought to herself, he died. This is him, and he's in pain, and we're trying to save him, but he's already...

But then Nathaniel lurched forward onto the djinni, and Kitty abandoned all those thoughts. Action now, question the nature of life and death later. She didn't care that he was dead. She didn't care that she was alive. He was hurting, and...

She found herself moving quickly towards him, where he was leaning on his ex-servant. Before he could protest, she had grabbed his other arm and pulled it over her shoulders, further supporting him on her weight.

"The same goes for me," she spoke in a pseudo-cautionary tone. And then, as if to lighten the mood, "This shirt is clean on, you know."

He was taller then her, she vaguely realised, and heavier too. But she didn't care. Turning her head sharply, she fixed him with a glare, "And don't you even think about passing out, Natty-boy, or when you wake up I'll make this whole thing seem like a bloody day at the fair."

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The sun was much too bright. That much, Nathaniel was certain of. It burned through his eyelids, the throbbing in his side now echoing the pounding in his head. He remembered what it had been like, being on the recieving end of the Detonation that had, apparently, cost him his life. Bartimaeus had hidden his thoughts from Nathaniel then, made certain that the magician wouldn't find out at least until the job was done. But Nathaniel had read his thoughts. He knew how serious it was.

Cold fear swamped him when he realised it - what if he died again? Was that even possible? He was already dead, this place couldn't... No, don't think about that, he thought firmly. Concentrate.

He winced sharply when they shifted his position, supported him between themselves. If the pain wasn't so bloody difficult to handle, his face would have flushed deeply in embarrasment. Only Bartimaeus had seem him at his worst - he didn't want Kitty to as well.

Through the ringing in his ears, he heard them speak, and he managed a quiet chuckle. "I'm... the magician. You're the djinn and - and the commoner. You're supposed to listen to me. I won't - no, seriously, I won't. Just don't drop me..." Kitty spoke. He tried without much success to turn his head to look at her. "Saw a carousel," he mumbled. "Already at the fair."

He knew he was rambling. His mouth was rattling off utter nonesense, and passing out, actually, was an excellent idea. But lying down was even more so, and he made to take a step forward, to get them moving.