STFU: Justin, Junior year, first semester
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tsaikoFreshman year, first semester
Freshman year, second semester
Sophomore year, 1st & 2nd semester
Junior year, first semester
Not for the first time since taking the post three years ago, Justin wondered why exactly he had to be Queen. Right now being Queen meant climbing the ugliest building on campus – a squat, poured concrete block that was not so affectionately called the Penitentiary – to try and convince the dragon on top of it that they didn't kidnap maidens any more. It just wasn't done. No matter how stressed out you were.
"I'm betting its Nicholas," Justin muttered under his breath. The description certainly fit. There were only three other black dragons on campus, two of which were females and therefore lacking horns. The person sent to get him and been adamant about the horns. The only other male, a quiet senior named Jonathon, had more control than this. That left Nicholas. "Pain in my side since I first met him."
First the dragon had come out of the closet to him. Then he'd gone back into the closet. Then he'd insisted the closet had completely disappeared even though it was obvious to anyone with eyes that it had not.
"That guy is so far in the closet he's probably met Aslan," Sully had said after meeting Nicholas for the first time. Considering the only person Sully was really out to was Justin himself, that was saying something.
Once Justin got to the top of the metal ladder, he braced himself on the concrete roof and pulled himself up. From across the roof, the dragon growled. Justin rolled his eyes. He'd been right. It was Nicholas.
Hopefully, whatever poor girl Nicholas managed to grab wouldn't be too hysterical. He always hated the ones that were. Justin brushed off his jeans, stood, looked for whoever Nicholas had snatched, and got ready with his prepared speech.
Only to freeze, the words dying in his throat.
"Hey, Justin. I figured you'd show up eventually," Sully said. He gave kind of a sheepish smile, his hair half falling into his eyes.
"Sully? What... Nicholas grabbed you?" Justin said. He took two steps forward, before catching himself. Nicholas growled low and fierce, his head weaving. The dragon wasn't in his right mind. Justin could not just wander up to him like they were old friends.
"Nicholas? Is that who this is?" Sully looked surprised. "Yeah. He picked me up right from the Quad and flew up here." Sully reached out and laid a hand on the dragon's head. Nicholas's growl changed, turning almost into a purr.
Uh-huh. Totally not gay. Sure.
"He didn't hurt you or anything, right?" Justin asked. Most dragons when they were snatching people didn't mean to hurt them on purpose, but sometimes they forgot their own strength. Especially when they were going purely on instinct like Nicholas was.
"No. Shook me up a bit and then nosed me around when we got up here." Sully laughed. "He's more like a big puppy than a dragon."
"That's good. I'm going to convince him to let you leave. Then I'm going to have a nice, long talk with him and find out why he's doing this." And Justin was going make sure he brought up the fact that Nicholas's instincts were to grab men and not maidens, because this whole denial thing was getting ridiculous.
"He'll listen to you?" Sully said.
"Of course he will. I'll have this whole thing sorted out in about five minutes."
Just as he'd finished saying it, something whizzed by with a distinctive thwoosh sound that Justin had hoped he'd never, ever hear again in his life. Nicholas lunged, snatching the arrow out of the air with his jaws and crushing it with his teeth. Then he roared his displeasure at being attacked.
"Was that an arrow?" Justin asked. His voice was about two octaves higher than normal.
"Someone's shooting at us," Sully said. He jumped upwards, grabbed onto Nicholas's horns, and pulled the dragon down. Justin, against all logic and reason, ran to the edge of the building.
"WHAT ARE YOU MOTHER FUCKING IDIOTS DOING?" Justin practically screamed. Two paladins, still in their white uniforms from the job fair, looked up at him in shock. He was guessing they didn't realize he was up here. "YOU ARE GOING TO GET SOMEONE KILLED."
"ARE YOU INSANE?" one of the paladin, a woman, shouted up. "THAT DRAGON IS ROGUE. HE'LL KILL YOU AND OTHERS IF HE'S NOT STOPPED."
"HE'S NOT ROGUE," Justin yelled. "HE WAS FINE UNTIL YOU SHOWED UP."
"THEN WHY DID HE KILL SOMEONE?" the paladin shouted back.
"KILL? HE DIDN'T KILL ANYONE. HE KIDNAPPED SOMEONE AND YOU MORONS ARE SHOOTING AT HIM." Kill? Was that the rumor now going around? The administration was going to be pissed. Justin could already feel the amount of paperwork building.
"THEN WHY DID HE KIDNAP SOMEONE?"
"STRESS." Justin wasn't 100% sure that that was the case, but it was a safe enough bet.
"STRESS DOES NOT CAUSE DRAGONS TO TURN ROGUE."
"No shit," Justin said under his breath. "I'M COMING DOWN THERE TO EXPLAIN. DON'T SHOOT ANYONE. Look, Sully I've got to go down there to talk with those idiots. Is it okay if I just leave you up here with him?" Justin gestured towards Nicholas. The black dragon didn't seem to really care about him or anything else. All his attention was focused back on Sully. "I don't think he'll try anything as long as you don't try and escape." Or anyone else tried to attack.
"It's fine. Just keep them from shooting him," Sully said. His hand idly stroked Nicholas's horns. The dragon closed his inner eyelid and hummed in contentment. "Always did kind of want a pet dragon."
Justin opened his mouth, thought better of saying the first three things that came to his mind, and just closed it again without a word. Right. He had better things to worry about.
Like convincing a pair of paladins not to shoot arrows at dragons.
If you read the little fragment I posted yesterday, you'll see mention of "what happened last year with the paladins." This is what they are referring to. Poor Justin. His life is such a pain sometimes.
Freshman year, second semester
Sophomore year, 1st & 2nd semester
Junior year, first semester
Not for the first time since taking the post three years ago, Justin wondered why exactly he had to be Queen. Right now being Queen meant climbing the ugliest building on campus – a squat, poured concrete block that was not so affectionately called the Penitentiary – to try and convince the dragon on top of it that they didn't kidnap maidens any more. It just wasn't done. No matter how stressed out you were.
"I'm betting its Nicholas," Justin muttered under his breath. The description certainly fit. There were only three other black dragons on campus, two of which were females and therefore lacking horns. The person sent to get him and been adamant about the horns. The only other male, a quiet senior named Jonathon, had more control than this. That left Nicholas. "Pain in my side since I first met him."
First the dragon had come out of the closet to him. Then he'd gone back into the closet. Then he'd insisted the closet had completely disappeared even though it was obvious to anyone with eyes that it had not.
"That guy is so far in the closet he's probably met Aslan," Sully had said after meeting Nicholas for the first time. Considering the only person Sully was really out to was Justin himself, that was saying something.
Once Justin got to the top of the metal ladder, he braced himself on the concrete roof and pulled himself up. From across the roof, the dragon growled. Justin rolled his eyes. He'd been right. It was Nicholas.
Hopefully, whatever poor girl Nicholas managed to grab wouldn't be too hysterical. He always hated the ones that were. Justin brushed off his jeans, stood, looked for whoever Nicholas had snatched, and got ready with his prepared speech.
Only to freeze, the words dying in his throat.
"Hey, Justin. I figured you'd show up eventually," Sully said. He gave kind of a sheepish smile, his hair half falling into his eyes.
"Sully? What... Nicholas grabbed you?" Justin said. He took two steps forward, before catching himself. Nicholas growled low and fierce, his head weaving. The dragon wasn't in his right mind. Justin could not just wander up to him like they were old friends.
"Nicholas? Is that who this is?" Sully looked surprised. "Yeah. He picked me up right from the Quad and flew up here." Sully reached out and laid a hand on the dragon's head. Nicholas's growl changed, turning almost into a purr.
Uh-huh. Totally not gay. Sure.
"He didn't hurt you or anything, right?" Justin asked. Most dragons when they were snatching people didn't mean to hurt them on purpose, but sometimes they forgot their own strength. Especially when they were going purely on instinct like Nicholas was.
"No. Shook me up a bit and then nosed me around when we got up here." Sully laughed. "He's more like a big puppy than a dragon."
"That's good. I'm going to convince him to let you leave. Then I'm going to have a nice, long talk with him and find out why he's doing this." And Justin was going make sure he brought up the fact that Nicholas's instincts were to grab men and not maidens, because this whole denial thing was getting ridiculous.
"He'll listen to you?" Sully said.
"Of course he will. I'll have this whole thing sorted out in about five minutes."
Just as he'd finished saying it, something whizzed by with a distinctive thwoosh sound that Justin had hoped he'd never, ever hear again in his life. Nicholas lunged, snatching the arrow out of the air with his jaws and crushing it with his teeth. Then he roared his displeasure at being attacked.
"Was that an arrow?" Justin asked. His voice was about two octaves higher than normal.
"Someone's shooting at us," Sully said. He jumped upwards, grabbed onto Nicholas's horns, and pulled the dragon down. Justin, against all logic and reason, ran to the edge of the building.
"WHAT ARE YOU MOTHER FUCKING IDIOTS DOING?" Justin practically screamed. Two paladins, still in their white uniforms from the job fair, looked up at him in shock. He was guessing they didn't realize he was up here. "YOU ARE GOING TO GET SOMEONE KILLED."
"ARE YOU INSANE?" one of the paladin, a woman, shouted up. "THAT DRAGON IS ROGUE. HE'LL KILL YOU AND OTHERS IF HE'S NOT STOPPED."
"HE'S NOT ROGUE," Justin yelled. "HE WAS FINE UNTIL YOU SHOWED UP."
"THEN WHY DID HE KILL SOMEONE?" the paladin shouted back.
"KILL? HE DIDN'T KILL ANYONE. HE KIDNAPPED SOMEONE AND YOU MORONS ARE SHOOTING AT HIM." Kill? Was that the rumor now going around? The administration was going to be pissed. Justin could already feel the amount of paperwork building.
"THEN WHY DID HE KIDNAP SOMEONE?"
"STRESS." Justin wasn't 100% sure that that was the case, but it was a safe enough bet.
"STRESS DOES NOT CAUSE DRAGONS TO TURN ROGUE."
"No shit," Justin said under his breath. "I'M COMING DOWN THERE TO EXPLAIN. DON'T SHOOT ANYONE. Look, Sully I've got to go down there to talk with those idiots. Is it okay if I just leave you up here with him?" Justin gestured towards Nicholas. The black dragon didn't seem to really care about him or anything else. All his attention was focused back on Sully. "I don't think he'll try anything as long as you don't try and escape." Or anyone else tried to attack.
"It's fine. Just keep them from shooting him," Sully said. His hand idly stroked Nicholas's horns. The dragon closed his inner eyelid and hummed in contentment. "Always did kind of want a pet dragon."
Justin opened his mouth, thought better of saying the first three things that came to his mind, and just closed it again without a word. Right. He had better things to worry about.
Like convincing a pair of paladins not to shoot arrows at dragons.
If you read the little fragment I posted yesterday, you'll see mention of "what happened last year with the paladins." This is what they are referring to. Poor Justin. His life is such a pain sometimes.
