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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Ever since Madame Bonfamille had opened her home up to all the strays of Paris, the manor had never quite been the same. The home was always full of music and laughter, of cats and dogs and any other little creature that needed to take shelter for a while.
Duchess took it upon herself to try and keep certain animals in check. While she wasn't necessarily trying to turn each and every animal in her home into an aristocratic creature, she did seek out a certain level of respect for Madame and her home. Most strays took quite well to her little nagging about the rules, and the ones that didn't were usually chased out fairly quickly by Scat Cat's gang, who usually seemed to have nothing but the utmost respect for the lady of the house.
If she were perfectly honest with herself, Duchess was still not the most comfortable around the stray dogs that would come into her home. She tried her best to keep an open mind towards them, but tended to prefer if her kittens kept away from them. It wasn't that there was anything outright wrong with dogs; they just tended to be loud and a bit less careful than she might have preferred. Despite that, she had made friends with some wonderful dogs that past while, which made her want to approach the newcomers with a more positive attitude.
Sitting on the front steps with her tail swaying slowly this way and that, Duchess watched as a pack of dogs wandered down the Parisian street, and she could tell by the sound of their voices alone that they were most certainly American. Her positivity was swayed, if only just for a moment, before she took a few light steps down the stairs to peer over at the pack.
The American dogs in question were tourists taking a break away from their owners to explore Paris. They'd been set up with a small basket of snacks and treats for the day out which they'd been carrying along with them. Though today that just made them an easy target for another American.
One thing Dodger resented about French bakery, delicious as they were, was the shape. Back home he could carry a loaf of bread in his mouth, plus bagels and doughnuts had holes in them that he could slip his tail through, but the long baguette he'd swiped earlier was much too awkward to move with. He'd almost been caught when his prize snagged on various obstacles, only staying one step ahead of an angry baker by sheer luck (or his own talent as he'd tell anyone).
"Excuse me fellas, can't help but nose-tice that ham in your basket. Don't suppose you could spare some for a poor stray to make a sandwich?"
The other dogs were hesitant, wondering what was in it for them. Dodger however was a master of fast talk and had a plan in mind. He put the baguette down and started tearing it into pieces, explaining his idea to them. Or at least enough of the idea that he wanted them to know.
"Tell you what. I'll trade you some of my bread for it. Lay it all out right here right now and split up our shares. Us compatriots of the canine clan have to crack out the cooperation right?"
The others agreed, at least they'd get an even share of the sandwiches. But once they were all set up Dodger took charge of the division in his own way. His front paws moving fast to share out the food and talking quickly before anyone noticed his game.
"So that's one for you, one for you and one for me. Two for you, two for you and one, two for me. Three for you, three for you and one, two, three for me..."
and on it went. Dodger made sure to snap up a few of his own sandwiches every so often to maintain the illusion, ending the sharing with a meager pile while the others looked smugly satisfied with their own piles, not quite catching that his stomach contents added up to many times his fair share. and with that the stray concluded his dealings with the pets, trying to hide a satisfied belch before he tucked into the rest of his prize.
"Nice doing business with you guys." While he was eating he occasionally glanced back, preparing for the off chance that their brains would catch up with them and they'd come back for revenge. Instead he caught sight of one of the local cats. "Bonjour Madame, enjoy the show?"
Duchess looked on with bright blue eyes as the pack, that seemed to be doing little more than minding their own business, was approached by another dog. He reminded her of Thomas somehow; perhaps it was the way he seemed to so easily smooth-talk the other dogs out of their lunches. Her tail twitched as she observed the pack looking quite smug, despite the fact that they had hardly half of what they had started with.
When the bandanna-clad canine finally seemed to notice he was being watched, Duchess couldn't resist commenting on just what she'd witnessed. Quickly making her way down the last of the front steps, she made her way across the lawn to sit directly before the dog.
"You tricked those poor dogs, didn't you?" Her tone was indignant, partly from disbelief of what he'd managed to get away with. She'd seen tricky things before, of course, but the way he had fooled those poor little tourists into thinking they had the better end of a deal which clearly benefited himself... It was just in poor form, and her mothering couldn't help but take over. "And you're proud of it, too. C'est terrible, monsieur, just terrible. You should be ashamed of yourself."
Dodger was at least classy enough to not continue wolfing down his food while the cat addressed him. White fur, gold collar and a dignified air despite the fact that she was telling him off for his ingenuity. In response the New York dog flashed his usual winning smile.
"C'est terribly smart right? I did ask nicely to start with but they got greedy. Besides they left the deal happy. I shared mine, they shared theirs and they get to go home to their owners who'll buy them more food later."
He stepped back from his winnings and sat down on the pavement, letting his tail flick around behind him as he snatched up another few mouthfuls, swallowing quickly. Once more he launched into a quick talk show extolling the virtues of his own cunning and how others could benefit from it.
"and when they remember the poor New York stray they helped feed, they'll feel really good about themselves. A little bit of ham in exchange for that warm sunny feeling you get for helping others? Should I feel ashamed for giving them the warm sunnies? Some might think of my actions as....well I don't want to say heroic but...yeah, heroic sounds good."
A full stomach and some stimulating conversation about his favourite subject, how brilliant he was. The cat was good company, sure she'd acted scandalised but that was just the usual dazzle one gets when seeing him show off his street smarts. If she was really mad at him she'd have tried to scratch him or called the other dogs back to expose him. It was a rare kind of animal or human that could get angry at Dodger, and the ones who did get angry would have a hard time catching him.
"The name's Dodger, Manhattan royalty and humbly here to visit your Parisian playground. and who might you be my Franco-Feline friend?"
ooc: Sorry, not trying to write how Duchess feels. Just writing how Dodger assumes she feels, I'll edit if it comes out wrong
This canine was speaking so quickly that Duchess wasn't certain she could have gotten a word in edgewise even if she had had one. As it was, she found herself perfectly astounded that this dog really did seem to believe that what he did was alright, even impressive. A regular con artist, in her lovely little neighbourhood.
By the time he got around to the introduction, Duchess was wishing she had never opened her mouth and subjected herself to the awful narrative of this Tom Sawyer sort. "Do not try to act as though you have done what you did out of some act of kindness, monsieur. You know perfectly well that tricking others is not an act of heroics, or anything to be impressed by."
The feline huffed out a breath, her tail flicking back and forth in irritation before settling to wrap around her feet in an attempt to keep the illusion of control. She couldn't let a dog see that his behaviour had bothered her so badly; she imagined he would only be encouraged by it.
"Dodger, Manhattan royalty?" She repeated the statement with an incredulous tone. She may not have been the most knowledgeable about America, but she knew for a fact they didn't have royalty... at least, in the sense that she was thinking. "My name is Duchess, and I do not find myself believing that, Dodger."
{ Don't be silly, darling~ It was clearly his narrative, I loved it. :3 }
"Don't be fooled by my lack of shining armour and white steed Miss. I'm sure you've heard of many heroes who used their wits and brains rather than muscle. Like the game last week, the Yankees would have been sunk if they didn't know when to change pitchers."
In any other occurrence of the merits of heroism, there would have been mention made of heroic strategists and great thinkers like Robin Hood, the Big Hero 6 or Mulan. Sadly though Dodger tended to skip over such biopics of these heroes and instead kept the dial tuned to the local sport broadcasts.
"Besides, if any of my friends were here and starving like I was I'd gladly share my bounty with them, minus my finders fee, and then you'd really see how nice a guy I am."
The cat introduced herself as Duchess, a suitable name for her refined attitude if there ever was one, but she seemed skeptical about his own introduction. Perhaps she didn't recognise his status without one of his weekly fire hydrant baths and vent blow dryings?
"Not every royal has a lot of guards following them around Miss Duchess. They'd just cramp my style. But you've had a lot of criticisms about my work, so how about you give me the down low on how a high class feline like yourself spends her day on the streets of Paris? I'm willing to learn."
Then when she hit a roadblock and saw how harder it was than it looked he'd swoop in and save the day. All too easy. Just like Georgette when she was out of her safe penthouse bubble and didn't get food dropped right into her designer bowl.
"Yankees?" Duchess couldn't help but repeat in her confusion, unsure exactly what he was talking about. Clearly, a Yankee meant something different to this dog than it did to her.
This Dodger character continued with his savant attitude, and Duchess found herself wishing to roll her eyes and scoff. She restrained herself, fortunately, with a mental reminder that aristocats do not stoop to such silly things as behaviours like those. She was beginning to think Thomas was rubbing off on her, if a thing like that had even crossed her mind.
"I have spent enough time on those streets without ever needing to cheat, and-- and steal, and act like some sort of con artist." Duchess' tail puffed out, and she simply turned her face away from the dog, in a fashion that all cats seemed able to master. "And besides, there is no need to be stealing and cheating. Especially not here. My madame does her best to see that all strays-- even strays such as yourself, monsieur-- do not need to behave like... like animals for food or things like that."
Duchess was, admittedly, not the best when it came to arguing. She had never been good at it, had never even liked it much, and she was clearly at a disadvantage when it came to the discussion she was presently trapped in with the dog. Finally, her tail relaxed and flicked against the pavement, and she turned her bright blue eyes back on him. "There are many poor animals here in Paris, Dodger, and we do not need someone like you stealing and fooling anyone in this town."
"Alright, let's just say that maybe my methods gave me a slightly larger share than those guys. Are you gonna turn me in? Not everyone would show as much compassion as you would. Rather than lecturing me they could resort to violence. You wouldn't want to see me beaten down in the streets would-ja?"
She was a little preachy, but even Dodger could appreciate her heart was in the right place. On the other hand he had to try to keep a straight face when she mentioned her own experiences on the streets. Sure Paris was a little nicer than New York, less traffic and similar dangers, but it was plain to see that she was a well looked after feline with a home to go back to any time she was hungry or tired. Dodger, Rita, Tito, Einstein, Francis and even Fagin had days where they went to sleep hungry or under a leaky roof.
Duchess was avoiding looking right at him now, surely a sign that she was overwhelmed by his flair and needed a brief respite lest she swoon. In response Dodger sidestepped up and down the pavement, humming one of his tunes.
"I can guarantee there are no stray monsieurs like me. Mold broken, one of a kind, very limited edition zen master of Street savoir-faire. But you've seen, you've experienced, you know all that. How about you tell me the story of Duchess? How does a refined feline like yourself do things?"
At the very least he could get a tour of Paristown, maybe Duchess knew some happening spots. He adopted a look that was minimally pitiful, just enough puppy eyes without sacrificing his suave exterior.
"Either that or you can call those dogs back and tell them what I did. Of course I wouldn't expect you to stay and see the most certain mob violence."
Duchess exhaled a bit of a defeated sigh, because she knew there was going to be no winning with this dog. She had to admit, he did have a good ability to argue. He really did remind her of Thomas-- a bit more loud, a bit more worldly perhaps, but hopefully not as outright rude as he may have first presented. Of course, she couldn't prove that all of that wasn't part of some plan, but Duchess most often chose to believe the best in other animals... no matter how difficult it may have proven to be.
"I will not be calling them back," She admited, tail flicking the pavement a moment in thought as she glanced down where the tourist pack had travelled, "It would do no good, to be getting you in trouble. I still think what you did was wrong, monsieur Dodger, but there is no point."
She was warming up to that cocky attitude of his, but still...
"Something tells me you have no interest in a story like mine. I know how street animals look at cats like me and my family. You think we are only spoiled and silly." She blinked at him, though she didn't wait for any sort of objection, "And while you may know savoir-faire, I have much I could teach you in the ways of savoir-vivre."
{ duchess really can't decide if she likes him or not. xD
"Aww, sounds like you have some preconceived notions about my preconceived notions about you. Shame shame shame."
Maybe she wasn't too inaccurate, Dodger did consider a few pets spoiled. Then again he had faced similar judgement from pets who considered strays to be filthy thieves. Dodger didn't consider himself filthy by any means and he only really stole what he needed to survive, or what Fagin and the others needed. He didn't need to go into detail right now though, not while he was trying to find out a little more about Duchess.
"You know, you remind me of this poodle from back home. Georgette, she's the classy type but she can brawl with the best of them. So I'm willing to bet you got something really exciting in your history. Plus if it'll ease the conscience in your pretty little head, while you're telling me about you I won't be off doing anything you won't approve of."
He sat down on the pavement opposite Duchess, trying to look like he was going to stay out of trouble for the foreseeable future (or at least as long as they were talking to each other). She wasn't so bad once they got past the initial verbal sparring, though he wasn't going to be the first one to admit it.
"So how about it? Tell Dodger what makes Duchess Duchess?"
Plus the longer she was talking the longer he'd have to work out what savoir-vivre was. Must be some kind of Paristown thing.
Duchess flattened her ears against her head at having her 'preconceived notions' called out, and she had to admit that she was more than a little guilty about that. Perhaps it was unfair, but she did know that a lot of strays looked at her like she thought she was above everyone else. It was far from the truth, of course; stray animals had saved her life more than once. She tried not to think down on them because of circumstance... but it seemed she was still quick to make judgements.
When Dodger sat down across from her and seemed to be fairly sincere in his words, Duchess allowed herself to open up a little, her ears perking up once more as her head tilted lightly to one side.
"I am still not sure if what I consider to be exciting in my life will be quite what you mean, monsieur... But I suppose, if you are curious, I would not mind speaking about them with you." Still, there was that little question of where exactly in her past to start... "I suppose the first really exciting thing in my life... Terrible, really, but exciting. My kittens and I were catnapped by someone we trusted very much. And he left us far away in the countryside."
Things were looking up a lot given how they'd started, most of the harsh judgement was put aside in favour of the cat and dog opening up to each other. Soon they would be fast tracking to friendship city and bypassing the less than pleasant route of 'turn you in to the law' road. Admittedly Duchess was good company too but Dodger would rather have his fur brushed the wrong way and his ears pulled than admit that he preferred making friends over not getting in trouble.
Her story was a lot more exciting than she seemed to think, catnapping and abandonment by someone she trusted? and her kittens with her? Dodger might be the last person that anyone would consider having a code of honour but he'd never try to hurt children for any reason. Sure he'd tricked Oliver when they first met but the kitten wasn't on the verge of starvation, nor was he in any danger. Plus it toughened him up a little, at least enough to make Roscoe and DeSoto think twice about snacking on anything with a pulse. He'd have to make sure the little guy visited Paris at some point, learn something from a classy lady like Duchess and impress the ladies back in New York.
Oh wait, there was that punk that catnapped women and children.
"He still around?" Dodger balanced on his hind legs while his front paws made a strange imitation of boxing motions. As best as he could without forming fists in any case. "Care to tell me where he is so I can show him what New Yorkers do with catnappers? Your choice of 'not walking', 'not sitting down' or 'eating through a straw'. Or I could mix and match."
Duchess' tail flicked absently as Dodger sat back on his hind legs, her head tilting lightly to one side as she tried to determine what exactly he was doing, and she came to the slow conclusion that it was some sort of human impression, though she wasn't sure of what sort. Still, he reminded her of some very good friends with the commentary, his intent of doing Edgar some harm coming across quite clearly.
A soft chuckle escaped her, a shake of the head following, "No, no-- some friends of mine, they are... street cats," The way she said this made it seem as if the words weren't quite right, but she wasn't certain how better to explain Scat Cat and his friends, "They helped us to send Edgar far away to where he cannot hurt us anymore."
All the way to Timbuktu, where he had been intending to send herself and her poor little ones. As far as Madame Adelaide knew, Edgar had simply left his position without any comment, and none of them had heard of him since. Good riddance, most would say, but Duchess was still concerned for the man, truly awful though he may be.
"I was not aware New Yorkers had such strong opinions on catnappers. Or is this just you, monsieur Dodger?"
"Oh, well your friends sound like my kind of cats."
Dodger was mostly relieved, though a little put out that he showed so much bravado for nothing. At least he'd impress Duchess with his courage and toughness after being so willing to smack around some criminals. At the very least it peaked her curiosity about why a dashing rogue would fight against other criminals.
"Code of the streets. I may need to eat, but I only take from people who can spare it. Some things are just off limits. Ain't no excuse for tryin to hurt ladies or kids."
His head hung low for a brief second as he thought about what happened with Oliver way back. Fagin had tried to ransom off Oliver to make enough to pay off Sykes, something that Dodger had ignored at the time because of his own anger over feeling abandoned. Things changed after seeing that Oliver's new owner wasn't a gazillionaire, but a lonely little girl that needed a friend. When Sykes and his hench-dogs turned from loan shark beatings to attempted murder Dodger put everything on the line to help out. In the aftermath the gang was a little bigger and a lot closer.
"Just know that if you're ever in the Big Apple, you and your kittens just have to say my name if you hit trouble. I may not fly in like Superman but the bad guys will be quaking all the same."
Maybe not an accurate assessment, especially given the radical shift in the population of New York to include various other heroes, but among the strays and street dwellers Dodger's gang still had a lot of respect.
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Tony Dracon: Responded to your PM, Kat/Ratigan, incidentally.
Jun 27, 2018 20:25:02 GMT -5
David Xanatos: Kat's back. Hope the vacation was fun.
Jul 21, 2018 21:00:05 GMT -5
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
Jul 26, 2018 12:34:56 GMT -5
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?
Jul 26, 2018 17:07:41 GMT -5
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
Jul 26, 2018 23:17:31 GMT -5
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...
Jul 30, 2018 22:30:13 GMT -5
Basil of Baker Street: Niceness. Hoping they hold also. Got the Dublin comic con next Saturday here. Hoping to meet Karl Urban.
Aug 1, 2018 19:05:32 GMT -5
Professor Ratigan: Cool! I think he's coming to my city in the fall, if I remember correctly. Hope you enjoy the con, Daryl!
Aug 2, 2018 19:10:23 GMT -5
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.
Aug 3, 2018 18:08:47 GMT -5
Professor Ratigan: Dang! Nick Frost is great though, I love his character in Into the Badlands
Aug 4, 2018 22:54:36 GMT -5
Basil of Baker Street: Enjoy your weekend Kat, hope the costumes came out as you wanted.
Aug 10, 2018 16:49:31 GMT -5
Basil of Baker Street: Met Nick Frost and Michael Dorn at the weekend. Both very nice blokes.
Aug 13, 2018 15:22:59 GMT -5
Dodger: Happy 2019 everyone
Jan 1, 2019 10:54:04 GMT -5
Yen Sid: If anyone is passing by I posted a Hiatus update. Hope everyone is doing well!
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Yen Sid: I've temporarily disabled account creation while I update the site. Sorry for the inconvenience and thanks for your patience!
May 9, 2021 18:31:45 GMT -5
Owen Burnett/Puck: Checked the site again and saw the update! Here's hoping to a revitalized 2022.
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