TotoWe'reNotInCamelotAnymore

[GWAINE]

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"Next time we should just go to the tavern." Gwaine decided. "It's not like anyone will even know the difference." Yup, you guessed it. He and Percival were on their way back from yet another completely unnecessary and useless patrol. There was no point of it. None. At all. They rode around in circles for hours looking for.. basically anything that wasn't a tree but there was never anything that wasn't a tree (okay so like one time there had been a baby and every one in a while there were some bandits but for the most part nothing exciting had happened since the war ended). Gwaine was getting ready to go piss off a neighboring kingdom just to break up the monotony. He was simply that bored out of his mind. He'd taken a branch off a tree some time ago and was trying to entertain himself by hitting it to other branches that came his way while he walked but the branches weren't fighting back and they were surrounded by trees and have I mentioned that it's boring. Because it was. Very boring. They had just gotten back into the city, but they had no idea what they were going to do one they got there, which was what Gwaine was thinking about as he twirled his stick around in his hands, occasionally throwing it up in the air and trying to catch it like phips does with her phone on skype all the time. "We still haven't sent Leon on a chase for the magic tree!" he pointed out suddenly, though his excitement fell as he realized why that wouldn't provide them with entertainment. "Oh he's not here now though. Always manages to ruin the fun.. We could— no. That wouldn't work." This was getting very frustrating very quickly. He threw the branch again and stopped when it didn't fall back down, looking up at the roof where it had gotten stuck. Oops. He sighed over-exaggeratedly, spinning around to face Percy. "Where are the bandits? Where are the ferocious beasts? Perce there's nothing to do!" It was ridiculous. They were supposed to be better than that. "Maybe there's a hidden passage in the castle we haven't found yet." he asked hopefully. It seemed unlikely, but there were areas they hadn't snooped around and maybe there was something cool hidden somewhere that they weren't supposed to touch or something. At the very least it was a place to start until they found someone to mess with or (yeah right) something interesting happened.


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[PERCIVAL]

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“They will know when you come back Gwaine, it’s not like you ever come back from the tavern sober,” Percival joked, poking a hole in Gwaine’s plans. Even though it was a relatively good plan. And would definitely solve this whole boredom thing that they had going on. Percy watched Gwaine play with a stick. Yes an actual stick this wasn’t some weird dirty joke. He let out a chuckle when Gwaine mentioned their most recent plan on how to mess with their friends. It was true they never executed that plan yet and should really get on that, if you know there was a Leon on the site. Which Gwaine pointed out a few seconds later. “Arthur really needs to start keeping his best knights in the same area.” It was true! If they were all in Camelot than they could protect Camelot together. If they were somewhere else together than the same rulled applied. Nto to mention Percy and Gwaine would be able to have some fun for once instead of going on pointless patrols. “What wouldn’t work?” He was curious to know what his best friend thinking even though he already shot it down. Clearly Gwaine couldn’t just brign something up and drop it like that. It was rude and inconsiderate. The other knight glanced up with the stick got stuck. Seriously? Well they could just blame another knight for that later. And you know have Arthur order Merlin to get it down. If it was such a big deal. Which it wasn’t, it was just a stick. But you never know with his highness. “You know in a sane world it’s actually a good thing there’s nothing magical attacking us.” Yes there was nothing to do. Yes they were bored out of there mind. But no they shouldn’t be wishing that a magical beast attacked there home town. At least Percy wasn’t going to, well maybe later when his boredom hit a peak. Like it clearly did with Gwaine already. “Possibly! You know who would know, Merlin. Let’s go see what that boy is up to right now.” Probably mucking out the stables or some chore that would clearly have to be put on hold. Percival made a bee line to the stables, since that was the first reasonable place to look for Merlin. Which it was, since there he was doing exactly what Percy thought he was doing. “Merlin!” he cheered, pretty satisfied with himself.
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[MERLIN]

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Merlin’s life was exciting. Sure enough, he was in the stables. Was he working? Nah, he was sitting on a pile of hay in the corner. Arthur expected him to be there for a certain amount of time assuming the job would be done better if he stayed longer… but it only took so long to much out the stables and Merlin wasn’t all about getting lectured for leaving early. So yea… he was sitting there… bored out of his mind. He’d been reduced to burying one of his legs in hay. It was pleasantly surprising (okay, not that surprising) to see the two knights approaching, though his initial response was to jump up and start mucking…. nothing because there was nothing left to muck. Everything was clean. But anyway—Merlin! He looked up. ”Oh, yea, Hello Percival… Gwaine… just uuh… busy. Working, yea,” He said in a rushed fashion before looking down at his rake-tool-thing (I dunno it probably has some fancy name) and tossing it aside. ”Aren’t you two supposed to be… not here?” Not that he cared too much. He wasn’t one to lecture about getting work done and following orders but the boy was curious.

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[GWAINE]

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"It's not like I ever come back from anywhere sober!" Gwaine argued pointedly, as if this was a fact to be extremely proud of (it actually was I mean it had taken Arthur this long to figure out he carried a flask on patrol clearly Gwaine was doing something right) Sober and drunk Gwaine were both completely ridiculous. So it was understandable who it took people a while to figure out the difference. People who weren't Percival, of course, he was extremely perceptive. "You on the other hand ," Gwaine grinned widely, "we might have a slight problem with. But it's nothing a good story can't cover up." So this was a plan now. Tomorrow they were absolutely not going on patrol. "Arthur really needed to start keeping his best knights in the same area." "Or at least sending us on the exciting adventures!" Okay so the other knights weren't on an exciting adventure but they also probably weren't walking around the forest in circles and Gwaine and Percival definitely deserved that more than Leon. "What wouldn't work?" "Setting you up on a blind date." Gwaine responded without the slightest hesitation, grinning again, despite the loss of his entertainment. Stupid roof. Shouldn't have been there. “You know in a sane world it’s actually a good thing there’s nothing magical attacking us.” "I think we should find another world then." As had been mentioned far too many times in my last post, this one was boring. Luckily Percy had the awesome idea of getting Merlin to help him in their quest for entertainment (it was a quest now. they were kngihts. it was a quest.) They quickly found Merlin in the stables not doing any work, despite what he seemed to want them to believe. "Just uh.. busy. Working, yea." "No you're not." Gwaine replied, looking extremely amused as Merlin tossed the fork aside (its called a fork Tilly.) He dropped himself to a seat into a pile of hay. "Aren't you two supposed to be.. not here?" "We're supposed to be patrolling the very dangerous borders of Camelot, just like you're supposed to be mucking out these clearly filthy stables." Obviously, their job wasn’t the only one that was hardly necessary today. "I'm starting to think Arthur just wants to make it look like everyone's busy." Well it was either that or get rid of them. Both were equally as likely.


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