Time passes much more quickly in Rohandor and many long and happy years have gone by since the characters retired to enjoy their respective 'happily ever afters,' their greatest foes were imprisoned in the Forever Stone, bound in an eternal sleep. Until Now.
Happily Ever Afters takes place in Rohandor, a mystical realm on another plane of existence from our own. Here our favorite Disney heroes and villains live in a world all their own; Alive, but far from well. Heroes and heroines fight to keep peace while newly freed villains seek their revenge. Come join us in an epic adventure as the characters you love clash in a struggle that will determine the fate of Rohandor!
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As a master thief, Dodger had his usual places in New York to scout out when he needed to snatch something but once in a while you just had to go outside your comfort zone and reap the rewards gained by your adventurous spirit. In this case the restaurants of the Theatre District was the intended target. Dodger was looking for a good meal and a few slices of discarded pizza wasn't going to cut it.
The front doors were a no go, too well guarded even without the trouble that would come from sneaking under all the tables from one side of the building to the other. As a result Dodger prowled the back streets looking for the carelessly open door that would lead to the kitchen that would receive the honour of his patronage. Irritatingly the back was just as hard to get into as the front, the staff kept a keen eye on the terrier as they stepped in and out, shooing him away with a glare or a sharp word.
Then the jackpot rolled in, a delivery truck bringing in boxes through a rolling shutter. Workers came back and forth with a trolley to pick up their wares en masse before bringing them in, leaving the truck unattended for Dodger to slip in and hide in the next pallet. While he waited he took in the smells of whatever they were cooking. Some kind of meat dish, a far cry from a burger or a hot dog. As long as it came without fur and he didn't have to hunt it.
After being wheeled in Dodger slinked out and sneaked towards the kitchen, making sure the coast was clear of the bustling chefs and wait staff before his stomach couldn't wait any longer. He climbed onto a stairway of open drawers up to a counter and gorged on the first plate he found, lucking out with kobe beef. A large bowl next to that plate contained soup which he happily lapped at before a yell caught his attention.
"What's that dog doing?!"
"Savouring for one, but I'm of the impression that you're about to make your objections known." Dodger muttered, licking his lips and chin.
One of the chefs picked up a pair of pots, hurling one at Dodger who ducked under the projectile and scarped. The way back was blocked so he cut through the main restaurant, shocking diners as the chef followed bellowing. Luck went against him however as doors were blocked or shut before he could escape, ending with him being cornered by a lot of angry looking staff and the chef looking like he wanted to take back the stolen food by all sorts of horrible means.
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Post by Fox on Oct 18, 2016 10:33:20 GMT -5
On the whole, Fox enjoyed many facets of luxury that the fortune in her life - first of her father and mother, then of her husband - allowed her to. In many ways to the naked eye she appeared every part the stereotypical billionaire, riding in priceless automobiles when not in private jets or choppers. Those that payed attention, or watched long enough, would see that more often than not Fox was paradoxical when compared to those strictures. Yes, she enjoyed her money, was privileged and a not-so-little content to look down her nose at those less fortunate. But she was also unique.
Most heiresses and glitzy socialites didn't drive their own helicopters and jets, for example. They delighted in the most cutting-edge fashion, while Fox preferred sensible outfits - albeit by her own, personal designers. Another area of difference and contrast between Fox and women of the social elite was her opinion on restaurants. Fox liked going to the odd five star establishment well enough, but generally her pursuit of fine cuisine was constrained to when she was overseas or else somewhere foreign.
So long as Fox was in New York Town, few of the resident chefs could compare with her, David and Alexander's private one and those that did she preferred to visit when with her husband and son. As it was, on that night, when David had taken Alexander's watching upon himself and insisted she have an evening to herself, Fox didn't particularly want to enter a stuffy restaurant. She only conceded to do so at all when she decided to go to David's favorite eatery, so she could rub it in his face later. (Whether or not she'd then produce a takeout bag for him would rely on her mood.)
Fox was entering, looking to the hostess, whose eyes widened when she noticed the caliber of guest the redheaded woman was, when a commotion ran through the dining room. From the kitchens burst a mass of white and ginger fur with an entourage of chefs and waiters pursuing it. Fox inclined a brow as the runaway - revealed to be a dog - was cornered on his bolt toward the door. The head chef, Dubois, moved through the ranks of his attendants, seething with fury, a rolling pin held menacingly in his hand. The surrounding diners looked on in shock, or otherwise muttered acidly behind diamond-capped fingers to each other.
She needn't clear her throat, or even shift visibly. Fox simply did the trick that she'd learned from her mother many years ago; making her presence swell like a physical thing to press against the walls and ceiling. Dubois noted her the moment Fox played her mother's card, and he blanched. "Go on, Dubois," she nodded to the canine. "I wonder which would interest the media more; a stray bursting in on your guests or the revelation that the head chef of La Faucille Lune abuses animals."
While she spoke, Fox opened the door, making as though to leave. That, coupled with her sly voice captivating every cook and waiter arranged gave a perfect opening for the dog to escape. When he did, Fox looked down in feigned surprise. "Whoops," she said when she met Dubois's considering look. The Xanatos had done wonders for Dubois's reputation with their open fondness of his dishes. And Fox had said nothing openly hostile. Viewed under the correct lens, she had even helped the man.
The diners were now openly scandalized. Dubois and his staff were forced to turn their focus onto placating them. Fox moved through the door. The hostess called out, asking if "Ms Xanatos would like a table?" Fox smirked over her shoulder, said a simple, "I don't think so," and passed out onto the busy pavement of the street beyond. Stuffing her hands in her trench coat, Fox chuckled to herself and began walking.
You didn't need to be some sort of Hollywood secret agent to interpret the actions of the woman. Dodger took the cue without any extra prompting and rushed outside before the chef could consider the conundrum that Fox gave him. Of course the cunning terrier would have gotten away on his own, just wait for the opportunity and slip through the crowds again. Not that the help wasn't appreciated, the lady may have been from the rich side of society but she seemed to know a thing or two about fast talk. She'd defused the situation, made everyone think that they were in the wrong and best of all the restaurant still wanted her to grace them with her custom.
For now he waited outside the restaurant, crouched underneath a post box and watching for the woman to come out onto the street. Dodger followed slowly, before building up to a confident strut as he made it alongside her.
"Much obliged Red. Not that I didn't have the situation in hand but it's always nice to see a bit of charity in this very chaotic world we live in."
She did peak his curiosity a little. Dodger's street senses could pick up that there was a little more to the woman than any wall street gold digger. Mainly she had that expression that Dodger and the gang had when they managed to pull one over on somebody that thought they were unbeatable. A kindred spirit in a way, or as close as possible to kindred. Dodger was still the king after all.
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Post by Fox on Oct 19, 2016 18:49:29 GMT -5
The autumn wind came rushing between the tall buildings around them, funneled to new speeds than without. Fox pursed her lips and turned the collar of her coat up against the gale while it tugged at her hair. Part of the way down that first city block, she realized she had company. Very unexpected company, too. Many who lived in New York Town had mastered a kind of tunnel vision on the street; locking their eyes evenly, hurrying from one point to the next. There was a reason that the Clan had only recently been brought under the public eye - gargoyles were not subtle.
Fox's brow furrowed just slightly. She looked down at the canine that had by then assumed a very confident gait alongside her, matching her speed. One of Fox's eyebrows inclined and she smiled in a bemused kind of way. The dog was either very brave, very stupid, or both. In Fox's experience, it was probably both. She remembered, wistfully, back when animals couldn't hold a conversation; before she'd been dropped in Rohandor.
Fortunately for him, Fox didn't have any negative predisposition to dogs. They were, after all, in the same family as foxes.
"I hope you had your fill before you were caught, at least," she said absently. Fox looked forward after she noted what was trotting along beside her. Struck by a sudden and passing thought, she snorted at his question. "Don't get any ideas. Just because I held the door open doesn't mean you're allowed to follow me home or something." Fox didn't much care that she was talking to a dog. Odds were he'd be a better conversationalist than most of the Clan.
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Dodger punctuated his sentence with a short and satisfied burp. It seemed Fox had caught onto him right away, or at least was suspicious of him trying something. If Dodger really put in the effort then anyone but the most cold heart in Rohandor would be able to turn him away. In fact the way the woman tried to warn him off was just a sign that she was about to fawn all over him and give him whatever he needed.
One thing that was a little different from his usual methods though, was that the lady could understand him. It seemed that a lot of people could suddenly carry on conversations with dogs, cats or other animals. Just like in those movies with the Princesses that liked to go into forests and sing to all the birds, squirrels and rabbits for various reasons. Of course this lady wasn't going to fall for the old 'I'm a magical talking dog, feed me and I'll give you three wishes' act. For now Dodger just slowed down, looked at the pavement while he walked and let his ears and tail droop.
"Alright, I guess I'll find somewhere else to go. I just hope it doesn't rain tonight before I can find some shelter. 'specially with this cold I've been fighting."
He sniffled a little before faking a sneeze, if that didn't work then he'd just do the old fake whimper that nobody could walk away from. At this point it wasn't even about tricking her out of anything like free food or cash, it was about who would buckle first in the battle of wits.
"Achoooo."
ooc: Sorry about the descriptions being nothing like Fox, I've been putting Dodger's ego driven views into most of the narrative of his posts.
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Post by Fox on Oct 21, 2016 18:18:25 GMT -5
Fox was tickled, just a little, by the reaction that her warning had had in her unexpected company. She didn't know what she expected - defiance, maybe? Claiming that that hadn't been their meaning? She was a good read of people, in a detached and scheming kind of way, but animals were harder. Forcing herself to wrap her brain around the idea that most animals in Rohandor could actually talk if they had a mind was one of the hurdles involved.
This wounded attitude that the spunky canine took? Well, Fox was surprised by it, and she found that diverting. Rather than look moved or even considering, Fox turned her chin up and laughed, softly but genuinely. "You're going to have to try harder than that to con me," she said. If only this stray knew who he was tangling with.
"Besides. If you're clever enough to sneak into a crowded kitchen and stuff yourself before getting caught, you'll be fine." Fox strode forward several more steps while she talked, then came to a stop and looked over her shoulder at the dog. She regarded him, then moved her head ever so slightly to indicate he should come along.
"Weren't you walking in the same direction? It's a public street, after all," she said, in a way that let them both off the hook to preserve their respective reputations and simultaneously allowed them to keep chatting for a little while. God knows he's better company than I was expecting tonight.
OOC: Don't worry! I figured it was Dodger bleeding through Fox is bleeding through, also, which is why she is probably underestimating Dodger's... tenacity xD
Okay, so it was going to be a little bit more of a challenge. But that was good, challenges honed your skills and stopped you getting rusty, plus it made the next time a little easier.
"I'm gettin the impression you've gone through this kinda song and dance before. and not like the people who swing a broom to try and scare me off." He cut the cold act and pattered back up beside her. "If I whimpered instead then you would be tripping over yourself to go back and make sure I was okay."
Maybe she'd be better to talk with than to try and get free stuff from, he had just eaten after all. Besides, she might end up one of the nice ones like Jenny. and if it turned out that she had just saved him for a nefarious plot later on then he'd have a lot of fun pulling off a daring escape. For now, it would be nice to walk off the meal for now. That and if he came home with five star food on his breath Tito might get all worked up that he stayed at home to watch the TV instead.
"I suppose I could walk with you if you need some tough, street smart type with you. Name's Dodger."
Introductions were a little late, but better than calling each other 'Hey you' all night.
"So you from around here or visiting from one of those other Isles? Can't say you look like you came from one of those renaissance fair looking places."
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Post by Fox on Oct 24, 2016 9:12:03 GMT -5
Fox snorted, half dry, half amused at the dog's confidence in his skills. There were only two people who could hope to play her heart like an instrument in the world, but she'd let her four-legged accompaniment think what he wanted. When he named himself Dodger and took on the role of her unofficial bodyguard Fox smirked, and not unkindly.
"I'm Fox," she said, watching him vaguely out of the corner of her eye to see if her canine name earned a reaction of some kind. "Oh, I'm from around here. Based on your street smarts and toughness, I guess you are, too?" Fox worked to keep amusement out of her words. She didn't particularly want to offend Dodger. It was even a little charming, she supposed, the chivalry he took to his chaperone job with.
Though, Fox wondered how much of it was genuine and how much was him justifying to himself keeping Fox company, even though she was proving difficult to con. Or, maybe, this chaperone schtick was a con in itself? Huh. Fox was getting very near to actually enjoying Dodger.
They turned a corner onto a less traveled side street that Fox used as a shortcut to another popular thoroughfare.
"Fox? Now that's some class I can appreciate. Guess that makes us mononym buddies."
No mention of any surname. From what Dodger knew the really upper class people tended to make a big deal over surnames. 'Lord and lady fancypants of the New England fancypants', or at least that was what they were like on those crazy drama shows that were on when the TV antenna had fallen apart. Like Jenny, Fox was a whole different kind of human animal.
"Oh yeah, a seed of the Big Apple. Born, raised and educated in the prestigious educational facility known as the school of hard knocks. Graduated summa cum laude in street savoir faire."
The side street had a few more obstructions compared to the main road allowing Dodger to alter his altitude during the conversation. A stack of newspapers, a few boxes, trash cans and a dumpster allowed him to move up and down without breaking stride. Probably a little awkward given the repeated head movement required to keep eye contact but Dodger pulled it off with his usual nonchalance.
"Can't help but notice you taking the roads less travelled. Good to see that my company is giving you confidence in your safety. So what brings you out into the city tonight Miss Fox? Don't worry, I don't charge extra for the conversation."
If there was a con or any profit to be made then Dodger couldn't see it just yet. Sure she was clearly trying not to explode with admiration for the rogue walking with her but she was enjoyable company. Surely someone who was welcome to come down and hang with the gang at the docks any time, if she could handle it.
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Post by Fox on Nov 5, 2016 14:20:57 GMT -5
Dodger's response to her name made her eyes glint. And for once it wasn't in an unnerving or cunning way. In fact, it was hardly cunning at all. She was just amused, and genuinely so. That was a feat that was very hard to do, actually. To that point only a very small number of individuals had ever managed it; David, Detective Maza and Alexander to name a few, if not all. Fox was finding more and more that she liked this serendipitous turn her evening had taken.
More surprising, somehow, to Fox than Dodger's capability to speak was just how thoroughly... well... human his personality and sense of humor seemed to be. Particularly his brief and indifferent rundown of his past while doing what Fox thought of as canine parkour over miscellaneous obstacles on the side street that they were making use of. "And so humble about it," Fox said dryly, still looking forward. Dodger was a stray, she'd assume, and obviously proud of not only it, but the skills and conceptions he had of the world because of it.
She could respect that.
Fox grinned slightly when Dodger connected her use of the connecting avenue to confidence in his abilities to safeguard her. "I was given the night off," she answered his question. "And, I'll admit, I don't really know what to do with myself." She thought of mentioning she'd planned to get dinner, but someone wearing a red bandanna had put a wrench in the cogs of that plan. But, really? Fox was glad that Dodger had.
"Well I could have learned to be humble. Given how good I got at other stuff I could have been the most humble hound anyone ever saw, but what could I do with that much humility? I couldn't even tell you about all the humility I got because I'd be so humble, you dig?"
Fox was good people, unlike other humans she seemed to get the canine perspective of things (which kinda explained why she was called Fox, or so Dodger thought). She wasn't opening up much about herself though, little careless on the terrier's part to let out so much information. Though she had helped him out of a tough spot so he owed her some kind of reimbursement and the abridged autobiography of Dodger was a fair trade.
"Could take in a baseball game, or a movie. Maybe we can find a dealership and test drive something. When in Rome seize the day."
Dodger wouldn't mind the company a little longer. Something told him that Fox was taking the night off from something a lot more interesting than shopping on Madison Avenue and latte's with a posse of near identical friends. The longer they talked the longer he had to learn about the mystery woman.
"So what does a Fox do when she isn't given a night off?"
ooc: Sorry, kinda stumped myself on this reply and it came out short. PM me if there is any trouble.
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Post by Fox on Aug 4, 2017 9:09:48 GMT -5
Her lips curled, impressed, at Dodger's line of reasoning. "Well, when you put it that way," she said, trailing off with a shrug of her shoulder once he was done explaining. They were about halfway along the less popular byroad when Dodger began rattling off suggestions for how she could spend her evening. Particularly his idea of test driving a car brought a glint of appreciative cunning to Fox's eye.
She thought of all the toys of a vehicular nature that were waiting in the hangars and garages of the Eyrie Building and wondered what kind of reaction Dodger would have seeing them. Fox figured he suggested the test drive because he was the sort of daring character to enjoy going fast. Yet another thing that she could empathize with.
"Who would be doing the driving?" she asked, mostly joking but a smidgen curious. Surely Rohandor didn't give licenses to animals? But, then, Fox recalled the recent appearance of Zootopia and knew all of the anthropomorphic animals that came with it were alarmingly human. Fox smiled at Dodger's next question.
Was he actually interested? Or did he feel the need to get some information on his prospective mark, now that he'd revealed so much of himself? "You could say I have a pack to look after, I guess," she offered, hoping idly that the canine parallels weren't offensive, or something. Fox's eyes glanced skyward, as if expecting to see a dark, winged shadow pass over the smoggy skies.
Turning to look down at Dodger, she asked, "You?" She was curious. Curious to see if Dodger would answer at all just as much as she was curious about the answer itself.
"Just direct me to the wheels and I'll show you skeels Miss Fox." Maybe he couldn't drive like any human or anthropomorphic animal but if he found the right beat he could be the next Hal Needham. "After the last time I rode passenger I think I'd prefer to be the one in control. That guy took a turn on the wrong side of the tracks. The side that the train comes straight down to be specific."
Bill Sykes, boss of the docks where the gang made their home. Or that should probably be the past tense. He got his kicks from extorting Fagin with absurd interest rates and deadlines on his loans while turning his duo of dobermans loose on Dodger and the others. His greed got the better of him when he tried to ransom off Jenny, only to turn murderous when Oliver came to Dodger and the others for help. A wild chase down the Subway system ended with Sykes prize Lincoln smashed into so many fragments and the loanshark having an up close view of several tonnes of locomotive. Dodger wasn't bloodthirsty by any means but he was glad to see the tail end of that guy.
"You got your own pack? I can tell you really mean it when you use the lingo." Dodger looked skywards following Fox glance, wondering what she was expecting to happen, then he dropped his head back down when his favourite subject came up again.
"I suppose you could say I partake in a very unique type of music. The kind that everyone hears but very few actually listen to. Matter of fact I can hear a cool beat coming right now."
He perked his ears up as several city sounds fused into a whole new rhythm. A train rumbling on the tracks a few streets away, the beeping of a truck backing up, new newspaper bundles thumbing on the pavement in front of magazine stands, the buzzing of a bad bulb in a neon sign. He tapped his paws in time and scat signing along with it. The tapping soon evolved into a quick step as the sounds lined up to produce a smoother flow.
"Skiddy bip bop badow. You feel that beat babe? That'll get your feet moving."
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Post by Fox on Aug 28, 2017 10:23:03 GMT -5
Fox had been wandering the streets of New York Town since being given leave for the evening. Of course, there were countless things she could be doing, but any of them that gave her a real thrill - plotting the demise of other companies, toying with David's investments to see if he'd notice, securing a possibly-unapproved resource on one of the other Isles through hired hands - were in holding patterns or at a lull. She had been directionless and bored.
Hearing Dodger imply a partnership that would allow him to hit the road on four wheels instead of four legs was just so... Well, so absurd. So absurdly dangerous and foolhardy and inexplicable and irrational and so many other words. Well, Fox didn't really have a choice in the matter, then, did she? Her mind fixed on the nearest car dealership - having a sly working knowledge of the businesses of New York Town, since Xanatos Enterprises had such a monopoly on them - and altered her course accordingly.
In the meantime, Fox's attention was drawn by Dodger who was talking about music and beats. Properly intrigued, her brisk pace slowed to a stop when, watching Dodger's ears prick and swivel, she took a moment to listen for what it was he did. The disparate sounds of the city coalesced noisily and Fox looked mostly unimpressed, if a bit dry... Until Dodger started scatting.
Somehow his interjection adjusted Fox's perceptions of the din. Sounds and commotions that were disjointed, chaotic and irritating on their own were brought into alignment like a telescope lens finding the right adjustment. And, crazy as it sounded, Fox actually hard the kind of unique melody and rhythm that they created, all together. Then again, "crazy" was relative, seeing as she was chatting with a stray dog and planning on taking him to a dealership to go on a joy ride for kicks.
Fox smirked at Dodger's veiled challenge, regarding him with half-lidded eyes. "Oh, I don't dance." At least, not in the way that Dodger was dancing. She would gladly waltz or tango with David, even if she'd prefer to spar. "But you're right," she conceded. "About the music." She paused to listen to it a little more. Fox had been in New York/New York Town for so many years and had never heard its melody the way Dodger did.
"I can't believe you don't dance, everybody should dance."
Maybe that was why humans were so pent up all the time, they didn't stop to feel the beat every once in a while and just built up energy that didn't go anywhere. No way that was a healthy way to live.
"I might not dance all the time but I always move with the music. If you keep that close then you can do anything, go anywhere. I never go hungry, never want for anything and I've got the best friends anyone can have. Street Savoir Faire babe, you were lucky enough to meet with me so maybe it might rub off on you."
It would take a little more than one night to learn the same skills as Dodger. In fact it wasn't so much something that could be taught or learned, just something that you either had or you didn't. Dodger had it of course, Rita and Oliver used their hearts to feel the music, Tito danced a little crazy but he got things done, Frankie's instruments were a little old fashioned but they worked for him and Einstein....well he got by. Fox seemed like she had it, but just needed to loosen up a little and learn to express it. Maybe running into New York's top dog was what she needed most.
"Of course I'm right. I'm always right. I bet I'm also right about you being a good dancer."
He smiled up at her while sidestepping with the beat. Starting off easy so that she could catch up.
"Why don't you try it? If, in the infinitely micro no way it'll ever happen more likely to be hit by lightening chance that I'm wrong then I'll owe you one to make up for it."
Of course he wasn't wrong and she'd owe him one for the experience. Either way he'd have a good time.
ooc: Sorry if this doesn't work for you. I got kinda one track while writing it.
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Professor Ratigan: I'm cosplaying Pearl from Steven Universe and Joseph Joestar from JoJo's Bizarre Adventure!
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Professor Ratigan: I'm almost done both of them, I just have to finish styling Pearl's wig and fix up Joseph's gloves and wristbands
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Basil of Baker Street: Awesome. Had to look up Jojo because I'm not hip with the modern pop culture but I hope they turn out well.
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Professor Ratigan: I only just started watching the anime last year and I haven't even touched the manga, so I'm barely hip with it lol. fortunately I have my cosplay buddy guiding me through the whole experience
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