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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Tod was perfectly silent as he crouched down behind the bramble patch, eyes peering through the dark screen of thorny foliage and riveted on the plump gopher that was only a few feet away. The hapless creature was busy collecting grass and taking it inside his burrow, seemingly unaware of Tod's presence. Tod's bushy tail was the only thing that moved, swishing back and forth behind him in anticipation.
Wait. Wait for it...
Now!
Clearing the brambles with one leap, Tod bore in on the gopher. The rodent glanced up at the charging fox. Twisting around, the gopher dove into the burrow before Tod could close the gap between them.
Thud!
The burrow was much too narrow to follow the gopher down, and Tod wound up hitting his forehead. Great. Instead of capturing his prey, he had a headache for his troubles now. As stars filled his vision, Tod shook his head to get rid of them. Getting up from where he'd landed, he shot a sour glance towards the burrow before plopping down on his haunches with a disappointed sigh. Well, so much for lunch. What kind of a hunter was he? Earlier he'd tried catching some grouse, but the birds had flown off, and now he couldn't even catch a fat old gopher!
While Tod's hunting skills had improved from before, he still wasn't as good as Vixey, or for the matter, other wild predators were. He had to admit, it was much easier when Widow Tweed would bring him things to eat. She only had to call his Tod and he would come and eat.
"No luck, huh?" Tod glanced over his shoulder to see Vixey standing there watching him.
“Not yet, no.” He muttered, gazing down at his paws. At least no one but the gopher had been there to witness his humiliation this time around.
Trotting up to Tod, Vixey gave him a nuzzle to reassure him. "You know, even the best hunters don't always succeed."
"I guess." The thought of Vixey having to be the one to bring back most of their food rankled Tod's pride. That meant she had to work harder to ensure neither of them went hungry. He couldn't give up because he was having an off-day. He looked up again, an excited spark in his eyes. "I know what I’ll do. I'll bring you back the tastiest meal you've ever eaten!"
For a moment, a somewhat surprised Vixey regarded him before shaking her head. “Tod, you don’t have to prove yourself --"
But he was already was off, speeding through the forest in hopes of returning with a meal and impressing his sweetheart. He was going to bring back something, he could just feel it in his bones!
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Post by Basil of Baker Street on Feb 14, 2014 19:45:46 GMT -5
"If you'll pardon the pun detective. End of the line."
As the train rattled along Basil struggled to keep his grip on the edge of the carriage while the sharp dressed rat and his mole bodyguards. His other hand was busy holding on his deerstalker while his tail was wrapped around a folder. It was his second case so far in what was once North America. He'd boarded this train tracking members of an organised crime mob to gain their files on who was organising a rather serious group of unlawful mice, rats and other rodents. The infiltration had gone well, effective disguise and a fake bump into one of the heavies to aid in an easy pickpocketing. Unfortunatly on the way out a human female had caught sight of him in the dining car and made quite a scene, which lead to the criminals noticing their loss and pursuing him down to the luggage cars as he ditched his disguise. A quick melee had resulted with Basil staying one step ahead of his more musclebound, yet short sighted opponents by use of baritsu and judo. Lady Luck had it in for him though as the one punch that did connect left him in his now current peril.
"In the interest of fairness Don Ratatouille, I'll give you this one chance to surrender and face justice in the Queens courts." Basil remained defiant, but the uproar of laughter from the villains caused his face to redden with humilitation.
"How about a counter offer?" The pinstripe wearing rat clicked his fingers, signalling one of his henchmen to pull a machine gun from a violin case and aim it at the mouse detective. "Give me my file back and you can take a quick pop between the eyes."
Suddenly the train hit a turn and the sudden shift in weight caused Basil to lose his grip. He heard the Don scream in anger before the train whistle drowned him out. The mouse counted his regrets as he sailed through the air. Very few regrets. After all, Basil didn't make mistakes.
Fate finally smiled as he hit a reasonably soft bush, cushioning his landing as he slid down several branches and leaves before ending up on the ground facing the sky, seems he'd landed in the woods somewhere. He moved his tail into view checking he still had the folder.
"Success!" He raised his arms in triumph, wincing slightly as he aggrivated the bruising on his shoulder from his rough landing. "Ow. Blast, won't be doing that again in a hurry Old boy."
Tod’s spirits were still high as he made his way through the preserve. The fact that the weather was fair and the sun was out helped elevate his mood. He hoped he could catch a beaver or a woodchuck. Maybe he’d get really lucky and even catch a turkey!
The sounds of something rustling in the bushes nearby caught his attention, and he turned in that direction. The noises stopped, but he decided it could be something worth investigating anyways. Slowly, Tod crept towards the bushes, taking special care to be stealthy and quiet as he walked, just like Vixey had shown him. He wasn't going to let his prey get the best of him again, no sir. He stopped only a few feet from a little brownish-colored form on the ground, eying it.
Was that a vole? No, it seemed to be a mouse. Why, a mouse was just a little morsel for a grown fox. But beggars couldn’t be choosers, could they? Tod reasoned he could probably have quick snack before moving on to find something that could feed him and Vixey both.
Wait -- this mouse was wearing clothing, Tod noticed with large eyes. Until then, Tod had only seen humans wear clothes, never animals. And he had some kind of paper or something. What kind of a mouse was this??
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Post by Basil of Baker Street on Feb 20, 2014 17:49:58 GMT -5
"Well." Basil said out loud as he got to his feet and checked the contents of the folder. "The location is less than ideal but it could have been worse. Now where exactly is the nearest town?"
Ideally he could locate the train tracks and follow them to civilisation. However that ran the risk of running into his pursuers, who most likely would abandon the train at the next stop to go back and find Basil. Tucking the papers into his coat the mouse searched around trying to gain his bearings.
"Alright. North American woodlands. Mountains to the East." He paused to sniff. "Badgers, porcupines, black grizzly bears and foxes."
Hopefully the local wildlife had already fed. To be safe the detective would just travel as quietly as possible until he could find transportation back to London. Suddenly his ears perked up at a sound behind him. Turning quickly he saw one of the aformentioned foxes sneaking up on him. Snatching up a twig from the ground Basil took a fencing type pose and prepared to defend himself, rapping the fox on the nose as a warning. Inspecting his potential opponent he noticed signs of confusion and curiosity in the animal.
"Not so fast sir. You'll find no easy meal from me."
ooc: Ugh, so short. Sorry. If you need any more to work with PM me and we'll discuss.
The mouse must've heard him, because he turned around to face him. Tod momentarily felt a little disappointed with himself -- he was so sure that he was being stealthy.
Out of everything that could've happened next, he honestly wasn't expecting to not just be challenged but hit on the nose by a stick-wielding mouse. Normally mice tried to run if they were confronted by a fox.
“Ouch!" Tod quickly pulled back, rubbing at his nose with a paw. That had smarted! He glared daggers at the unusual mouse, who was now standing there with his stick in some sort of weird defensive pose. "Hey, knock it off! I could eat you in one bite, you know!” To emphasize his point, he bared his teeth at his tiny opponent. This definitely was not your average forest mouse. He wasn't from around here either, talking with a crisp accent that was strange to the fox's ears.
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Post by Basil of Baker Street on Mar 7, 2014 17:50:03 GMT -5
"Oh yes by all means I'll stop my actions of self defense." Basil waved the twig to indicate how ready he was to defend himself. "Perhaps you'd like me to garnish myself? Or would you prefer I make you a nice salad to start with and you can have a full course meal?"
In his head the mouse was assembling strategems if the Fox continued with his intent to use him for food, matching up advantages and disadvantages. The fox was clearly bigger, but that meant he could be dodged under his legs, evaded into small spaces and being hit on the nose seemed to put him off. In fact that was most unusual, it even caused him to hesistate rather than attack straight away in response. Basil dropped his stick and started inspecting the predator, prodding around his teeth.
"Hmm, you've had a balanced diet for a good period of your life. Excellent hygiene." Pulling the fox down by the chin he looked him in the eye. "Kept to a good sleep schedule."
Next he walked underneath the fox and lifted one of his paws, with some difficulty. Checking the fur on top, then the detective began prodding at his pads.
"Plenty of baths. and you've spent a lot of time outside, but not all your life. Good lord, you were domesticated weren't you?"
Truth be told, Tod wasn't especially keen on eating the mouse anymore, hence the reason why he hadn't persisted in attacking. The idea of eating clothing was highly unappealing to him -- he could remember when he was a cub and had nibbled on some of Widow Tweed's laundry he'd snatched and accidentally ate one of her scarves. He hadn't felt very good afterwards. And while he doubted that the mouse would be able to seriously hurt him with a stick (he certainly wasn't in fear of life), in the time it'd take Tod to make the mouse suitable for eating was time that was better spent looking for something more filling. Why work hard to get something so small?
But really, he was more curious then anything else. There weren't many animals he knew of who ran around in fancy duds carrying whatever that was he had (no that he was closer, it definitely smelled like paper to him).
If the situation wasn't already surreal, the rodent ditched his stick and started studying Tod's still bared teeth before looking in his eyes. Stunned, Tod just stood there, trying to wrap his brain around what was happening. On one hand, it was a little offensive -- Tod liked thinking of himself as a serious predator, but the mouse didn't even seem to care!
After the tiny creature looked at his paws and made his proclamation about Tod having been a pet, the fox gawked in spite of himself. "How'd you know?"
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Post by Basil of Baker Street on Mar 16, 2014 17:57:35 GMT -5
Basil traced his finger along the paw pads to demonstrate. Pointing out the calloused areas and the softer parts for comparisson.
"These soft spots. If you'd been living in the wild all your life they'd be a good deal tougher."
He dropped Tods paw when he finished and got back to trying to find his bearings. At least the fox seemed to have backed down from trying to eat him, which Basil chalked up to his fencing display earlier. Though while they were on better terms it was a good time to ask for directions. Find the nearest town, transport from there and back in London in time to hand over the file to the proper authorities.
"You wouldn't know where I can find a town would you? Only I have a very important mission to complete. Or even somewhere I could find a vehicle to hop onto mister....um."
The detective just remembered that he hadn't actually learned the name of the fox he'd been talking with for the past few minutes. To be fair, work and not being eaten had gotten in the way.
"Basil of Baker Street, Agent of the crown. and you would be?"
"Oh." Furry brow slightly furrowed in a dismayed frown, Tod looked down at his paws once the mouse was done with his demonstration. He didn't exactly like hearing that he had soft feet -- it made him sound like a bit of a wimp to be honest.
Tod sat down and listened to his newest acquaintance. An important job? Just what kind of job could a mouse of all things have? "Sure. Just follow the main trail until you see a river. It splits off in two directions -- the left is the one you want. Follow it and it'll lead you out of the park. Then you'll come to a road, and if go east you'll find the town." He answered, glancing off in the direction he was describing as he did.
"If it's a car you're looking for, not many come out here. Sometimes the park wardens show up in their trucks, but I'm not sure if any of them are here today or not. So... it's just you by yourself on this mission?" Curiously eying the mouse, he tilted head to the right ever so slightly as he ended his question. Though the mouse seemed capable (for a mouse anyways), there were plenty of other animals out there who wouln't be deterred by a stick.
The mouse introduced himself as Basil of Baker Street. It was nice to have a name, since Tod didn't have to keep on thinking of him as "the mouse" all the time. He had no clue what an agent of the crown was, but whatever it was it sounded kinda important. He inclined his head to Basil before giving out his own name. "Tod, of... uh, the forest."
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Post by Basil of Baker Street on Mar 27, 2014 19:25:52 GMT -5
"Nice to meet you Tod. and sorry about hitting you."
Now that introductions and names were exchanged the mood seemed a lot more civilised. Tod probably wasn't used to his prey fighting back or demanding that their job take priority over his hunger. It was probably very confusing meeting another animal wearing clothing and acting...human. Still, he was well mannered and expressed interest in Basils current activity.
"The mission? Yes, just a solo operation, keeping the circle closed. Gathering a bit of intelligance on the organised criminal element in your country. Seems that someone is trying to rally them into one large group for the purposes of greater villainry. With the papers I've liberated I should be able to identify the ringleader."
The mouse got a little overenthusiastic describing his work. Wild animals did have their struggles in Rohandor. Not to mention the well documented stories of various humans communicating and befriending them, including several of the princesses. Even with all that they didn't really have to deal with actual crime and lawbreakers, more often dealing with villains who would upset the natural order of their homes.
After getting the directions Basil got ready to start off towards the river. Hopefully he'd make civilisation in time for nightfall, find a place to rest for the night.
"Left at the river, follow the road. Thank you Tod." The detective stopped just as he was getting ready to depart, turning back to the fox and helping adjust his stance. After some pushing and pulling he helped Tod into a low, stalking posture. He had cost him a meal after all (in a self defensive manner) so this should hopefully make up for it.
"Try creeping like this next time. You get excited before you pounce and draw breath too quickly, it disturbs the grass and startles your target. and remember to stay downwind or they'll know you're near."
“Likewise. And don't worry about it. I guess if somebody was trying to eat me I’d have the same reaction.” Shrugging slightly, Tod laughed. He wasn’t exactly sure how Vixey would react to his little story about being bested by the very prey he was supposed to be after though.
As Basil explained more about his mission, Tod listened intently. Crime wasn’t exactly something that animals, Tod himself included, had to worry about, especially in an isolated rural region like this one. Hunters with guns, trying to survive the elements, and keeping one step ahead of larger, nastier predators was more of a concern then crooks were. Even when he'd lived with his beloved Widow Tweed, her farm was too far away from other humans for her to worry much about criminals.
Basil seemed like he was getting ready to go (much to Tod's growing concern), but then he did something odd. Wondering what Basil was getting at as he manipulated him into a crouching position, Tod's eyes curiously followed Basil as he moved around. Oh! He was giving him advice on how to stalk. That was ironic coming from him, but Tod supposed that in a way his mission made Basil a hunter of sorts.
“Uh, thanks.” He sheepishly replied. It was bad enough Vixey could hunt circles around him, but getting hunting tips from a mouse? Well, if it could help him catch his meals better, then he shouldn’t look a gift horse in the mouth.
“Hey, hey, wait.” He bounded in front of Basil before he could set off, blocking the path. “You’re not really just going to march into the forest all by yourself, are you? That’s insane! Even someone like me isn’t really safe out here.” While that kind of bravery was admirable, it still didn’t sit right with Tod’s conscience to just let his new found acquaintance risk his life like that.
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Post by Basil of Baker Street on Apr 26, 2014 18:14:44 GMT -5
"Little ironic considering you intended to make a meal of me." Basil joked. "But if you'd like to join me I wouldn't say no to the company."
Basil continued on, passing underneath Tod and letting the fox decide if he'd like to follow or not. It did pass through the detectives mind that he was inviting along a predatory animal who he'd just given advice on how to better hunt him, but he wasn't foolish enough to give him any advice that he couldn't counter. In a way Tod reminded him of Toby, who'd occasionally pounce Basil when he was feeling playful. Many a quiet night at Baker Street had resulted in Basil being assaulted by the wet nose of an excitable hound. Perhaps Tod could be subdued with ear and belly scratches if necessary.
"So, I feel I've been monopolising the conversation so far." Basil mused, trying to keep things pleasant. "Why don't you tell me a bit about yourself Tod?"
The detective had deduced a good amount about the fox from observation and applied reasoning, but a pleasant chat was better for keeping things civil. That and Basil was getting used to meeting interesting new people during his cases, not that he'd ever admit it.
At the edge of the forest the Don had gathered his thugs, each brandishing various weapons and ready for a fight. After the train had stopped they'd gathered reinforcements at the station then made their way back to search for the stolen file. The rat marched up and down the assembled ranks like a general.
"Scavenger hunt boys. That do gooder mouse stole from me. Whoever brings back my property along with his tail, I'll make them a very wealthy rodent."
Tod gave a chuckle at the mouse’s comment before smiling. “Well, consider this my way of making up for that incident.” He replied. Who'd have thought that his day would end up like this, meeting an agent and escorting him through the forest? Being an agent of the crown sounded almost like a sheriff or a warden. It was their duty to make sure other people obeyed the laws, and in the case of sheriffs, keep people safe.
Tod followed after Basil, longer legs easily allowing him to catch up in a couple of steps. “Myself?” Tod doubted that his story was as interesting as Basil's, but he understood his wanting to make conservation. Even though Tod had mostly grown used to and even enjoyed the sounds of nature now, he liked talking more.
"Well, I actually come from the farmlands. I lost my mother when I was little, and a woman there took me in and raised me at her farm.” Tod had never really been told what had happened to his mother. He had attempted to ask his bird friends Big Mama, Dinky, and Boomer a few times, but never got much of an answer. He wasn't certain if they really knew or just didn't want to say.
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Post by Basil of Baker Street on May 30, 2014 17:36:16 GMT -5
"You grew up on a farm? Must have had some interesting interactions with the animals there."
Basils ears dropped when Tod mentioned losing his mother. It seemed most people he met travelling Rohandor had some sort of tragedy in their past, having lost someone close to them. The mouse noted how unfair it was, how all kinds of villains managed to come back to continue their schemes once again while good people didn't get to meet their loved ones. During a few mission briefings from Aurora the detective was tempted to bring up this absurd detail overlooked by the cosmos, but then again it wouldn't be proper to rant at one of the Council who probably worried about the same thing herself on top of her other concerns.
Tod seemed to be excited about the journey, missions of international peacekeeping probably never coming up otherwise in the forest. An adventure must have been a welcome break from hunting, hibernating and the like.
"So how did you come to live out here? Though I can see the benefits." He couldn't see the benefits. If Basil didn't have his chemistry set or library to fall back on between cases he'd likely go insane. "Nature preserve, probably plenty of fellow forest dwellers and no risk of hunters."
Fate must have considered the mention of hunters a challenge. Crawling out of a burrow a short distance away was one of the assassins, a short sighted mole in a striped prison jumpsuit he wore out of habit from his multiple run ins with the law. Squinting until he could make out a mouse shaped blur he got his thompson ready to spray gunfire, briefly confused by the large orange blur next to his target...a pumpkin?
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David Xanatos: Kat's back. Hope the vacation was fun.
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Professor Ratigan: 'Twas a good trip! I'm sad it's over, but at the same time I'm glad to be back home so I can finish up my cosplays for a con next month and hang out with my cats
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Basil of Baker Street: Hope the cosplay goes well. I'm putting away a little extra for a con in a few weeks. and yay cats, they're always good company. Except for that one who slaps me unprovoked XD. So what cosplays do you have in mind unless they're secret?
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Professor Ratigan: I'm cosplaying Pearl from Steven Universe and Joseph Joestar from JoJo's Bizarre Adventure!
Jul 26, 2018 23:16:41 GMT -5
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.
Jul 30, 2018 15:33:15 GMT -5
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
Jul 30, 2018 22:29:38 GMT -5
Professor Ratigan: also I finally finished the gloves! They were more of a pain to work with than I expected, but they'll hold together... I hope...
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Basil of Baker Street: Niceness. Hoping they hold also. Got the Dublin comic con next Saturday here. Hoping to meet Karl Urban.
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Professor Ratigan: Cool! I think he's coming to my city in the fall, if I remember correctly. Hope you enjoy the con, Daryl!
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Basil of Baker Street: I spoke too soon. Karl Urban had to cancel for schedule conflicts. They got Nick Frost though, I'm gonna ask him if he'll sign my Hot Fuzz.
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Professor Ratigan: Dang! Nick Frost is great though, I love his character in Into the Badlands
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Basil of Baker Street: Enjoy your weekend Kat, hope the costumes came out as you wanted.
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Basil of Baker Street: Met Nick Frost and Michael Dorn at the weekend. Both very nice blokes.
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