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!
HEA is an AU canon-only animated crossover Disney Play-By-Post Role Play with minimal word count.
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If there was one thing that Gaston enjoyed (other than his own reflection, of course) in this life, it was hunting. He was the best hunter around; no beast stood a chance against him. But now that he was staying in Paristown, the hunting was not nearly as good as it had been when he'd been living in the town he had called home for all of his life.
Which meant that it was high time to plan a hunting trip. The city had its perks (more attractive women to fawn all over him, for one), but it had its disadvantages, too. And that was why he was planning an expedition to the jungle. He had heard that the hunting there was excellent, and where else could you find a creature like a gorilla? Gaston had heard of a man in another city who would pay quite a pretty penny for a live gorilla, and that was just the sort of challenge that was perfect for him. There was no way he'd manage to miss his target, especially if they were as big as people said they were.
It didn't take long for Gaston to get everything ready; he managed to make a comfortable living hunting regular game for the market. That, coupled with his charm and good looks ensured that he had everything he wanted, for the moment. He was still working on figuring out his revenge, but that could wait. Revenge, as they said, was a dish best served cold.
He could afford to go hunting; he did some of his best thinking when he was hunting, and he doubted that this would be any exception.
Gaston arrived in the jungle, his gun slung over his shoulder, his guide ready to lead him right to where all the animals were, but first, he was going to stop at this trading post to have something to eat. Despite the swiftness of the ferries, travel was still quite grueling, especially when the person doing the travel hadn't been outside their hometown much before.
Some time before the formation of the Isles, the coastal area near the Jungle was the site of construction of a trading post belonging to Renard Dumont who considered the out of the way location a good opportunity to price gouge the visitors who'd have no alternative shopping for miles around. After the formation the ferries used the ready made docks to bring in passengers from around the world, so business had improved enough for the prices to become a little more fair (minus the absurd profits made from selling local fruits as 'exotic cuisine'). Currently a few crewmen from Dumont's supply ship were playing cards on a makeshift table on the dock, watching the newcomers and taking interest in the large individual carrying a gun, clearly not for self defence.
"So you're a hunter are ya? After the Leopards? Rhino? Gorilla? No matter, the beast man won't let ya."
"Just ignore him friend. Too much rum in him."
"The beastman is real!" The first crewman stumbled as he tried to stand, proving his friend's accusation of his inebriation. In response his friends tidied up their game, settled their bets and carted him back to the ship to sleep it off. "He's covered in scraggly hair, with arms that can crush the air out of your lungs and he doesn't take kindly to poachers!"
Suddenly a distinctive yell came from the distance. The drunken sailor became more adamant in his rantings, citing the noise as proof of his stories.
The yell was the trademark battle cry of Tarzan the ape man as he swung from the tree tops to stop a fight building up between two of the local rhinos. As he got between them they ceased preparing to charge, grunting at the interloper. In response Tarzan grunted back, wanting to stop any violence before it started.
"But he ate my roots!"
"I didn't see your name on them!"
"Enough!" Tarzan cut in, grunting and snorting to speak on their terms. "Another ferry came in today and people are visiting. If you two are charging around then they'll get scared and maybe try to fight back. Then everyone gets hurt. So how about I help you dig up some more roots and you won't have to fight?"
The two rhinos looked around the human, not really caring about other human issues but if they came back with guns then it could be a real problem. Plus diplomacy occasionally had better results than charging each other.
"Can you bring me some tree fruits?"
"If he gets tree fruits I want tree fruits."
"Okay, but no fighting." Climbing for a few bananas was less of a headache than trying to stop two charging rhinos, figuratively and literally.
Gaston had just reached his destination when he saw several men playing cards. He raised an eyebrow as one of them spoke to him, inquiring as to the nature of his game. Before he could answer though (someone talking over HIM? The audacity of it all!), the other man spoke up, telling him that he should pay no attention to his friend because he'd had too much rum.
The drunkard continued to protest that the "beastman was real!" (whatever that might mean) as his friend shuffled him off, back to their ship.
Well, Gaston wasn't certain what that had been all about, but surely it didn't concern him. He was the greatest hunter alive! No beast stood a chance against him. Unless, of course, that beast had once been human. But that was the only reason that creature had defeated him! He'd had an unfair advantage and Gaston had let his pity for the creature get the better of him.
But he wasn't one to dwell on the past (at this moment in time, anyway); he had a gorilla to find and bag. Several, if he was lucky. And he was always lucky. All he needed was his guide. If he spent a few days here, he was SURE he could figure out his way around on his own, but it wouldn't hurt to have someone show him right where the gorillas were, at least today.
Before his guide arrived, though, he heard a sound that appeared to be ... some sort of a yell.
"What on earth could that be?" he wondered aloud, hoisting his gun over his shoulder. His guide wasn't here yet, but he had an excellent sense of direction, and he headed off to try to find whatever had made that yell.
The rhinos were eventually satisfied with their lot, give or take a few attempts at measuring the banana bunches to make sure neither of them had received more than the other, so Tarzan was finally free to head towards the trading post and see the newcomers.
Years back Tarzan would have resisted the idea of leaving the jungle, but these new ferries could somehow take the passengers anywhere in the world and back far quicker than the usual ships that used to pass by (Not that the other forms of transport didn't still pass through). Now there was so much opportunity to meet new people, provided they were brave enough to actually want to travel further than the coast. Then there was the chance to see all the things that he'd only seen in Jane's books and projector slides. Now though Tarzan was just sitting in a treetop, hidden in the leaves to avoid shocking anyone.
Hopefully it was Goliath, whom Tarzan had met once before when fighting the Headless Horseman some time back. He seemed like he could use some time off playing in the jungle after that ordeal. Or Alice or Merida, Jane would probably enjoy seeing them. Hopefully Narissa wasn't sneaking around looking for another 'favour' from Tarzan, after she'd tricked him into stealing back her spellbooks he dreaded what else she had planned. Of course there was one visitor among the current crowd that caused a double take.
He wore red instead of tan, he didn't have the moustache and his gun was wide at the end instead of thin. However he had a similar muscular build and proud stance that made him look so much like Clayton! Tarzan had to restrain himself from pouncing out of the tree at the man, the gun was a bad sign but some people just carried them to scare off dangerous animals and monsters rather than hunt for sport. For now the ape man crawled along the undersides of the branches, wanting to keep an eye on this man just in case.
There were so many animals in this jungle; Gaston didn't know where to start! He hadn't done much research before heading out here, but he knew a few things. Animals that were brightly coloured tended to be the sort that one wanted to stay away from, though whether they were venomous or poisonous, he couldn't quite remember. Still, he was here for gorillas, and gorillas he would find.
He hadn't come across whatever had made that yell; it had stopped before he had had a chance to ascertain what had made it. But while he was out here, he might as well look around.
Gaston's blunderbuss was slung over his shoulder, but he was ready to grab it if he needed it. For now, though, he didn't want to scare away his potential game, not while he was still scoping out the area.
He hadn't gone far, though, before he knew that he was being watched. Gaston had been a hunter for almost all of his life; he had good instincts when it came to that sort of thing. For a moment, he kept walking, his senses alert for whatever was watching him. He took a few more steps before he heard a rustling in the trees.
"I know you're there," he called up, though he didn't quite know if whatever was there was human or animal. If it was an animal, it wouldn't respond and he could continue on, back to the trading post to wait for his guide. But if it was a person, perhaps whoever it was lived here and would be willing to take him to the gorillas.
The kinda-Clayton was interesting to watch, he wasn't loud or pushy and didn't carry his gun at the ready like actual Clayton. Or at least he seemed calmer so far since Tarzan was just seeing him for the first time, he'd surely not admire Gaston when he was sitting on an animal skin armchair in front of a wall full of hunting trophies at his usual tavern in the Ruby Kingdom. For now though he just seemed to be a cautious man exploring the jungle and prepared to defend himself.
Then he addressed Tarzan.
Not by name though, but he knew he was being followed. Tarzan drew back into the treetops for a second, rustling a little more than he would have liked but too startled about being called out to be properly stealthy. Maybe he was being rude, maybe this was an opportunity to make another friend (surely this man wouldn't turn out to be an evil sorceress like Narissa or just plain confusing like Doctor Drakken). Too bad Jane and the Professor weren't around to make sure he didn't make any of those 'fo-pahs'.
The apeman grabbed the nearest vine and shimmied down, hanging upside down as he came to Gaston's eye level. He reached out with one hand ready to offer a firm handshake as an introduction.
Perhaps he'd been wrong; perhaps whatever it was that had been rustling in the trees wasn't following him. It was a fairly large jungle, after all, and he was sure that there were plenty of animals hiding in the trees even now. The hunter stayed where he was, looking around, trying to figure out if he'd been correct in his initial feeling of being watched or if it had just been a regular jungle inhabitant that had caught his attention.
For a moment, he thought that nothing was going to happen, then a noise came from the treetops. Yes, there was definitely something there, and it was fairly large, if the rustling it was making was any indication. Gaston's eyes found the location of the moving leaves and he watched, eyes narrowed, ready to draw his gun.
But before he could reach for it, something dropped out of the treetops. It was a man; as Gaston watched, he shimmied down the vine he had hold of, coming to a stop at the Frenchman's eye-level. He had been the one in the trees?
It appeared that, yes, that was the case, for the upside-down man clung to the vine with one hand, and reached out the other for Gaston to shake. And then he introduced himself as Tarzan, which showed Gaston that, no, he wasn't dreaming.
"Gaston," he said, shaking the man's hand the best that he could from this angle. "Tell me, Tarzan," he said, keeping his tone good-natured (for now, anyway; it wouldn't do to upset the natives so soon), "Why were you following me?" He had to at least try to be polite; if he could get this native to be his guide, well, that would save him a step in the long run.
A strong handshake, maybe he was from somewhere similar to Tarzan, an Isle that required great feats of physical prowess to get around and avoid danger. The apeman had so many questions to ask but Gaston beat him to it, leaving the jungle denizen looking sheepish as he realised he was caught.
"I was just seeing who came to the Jungle. Mostly people just come to the trading post and stay along the coast, maybe just the camp sites where it's safest."
The Jungle didn't have as many shops, fancy restaurants or other tourist sites as the other Kingdoms or Isles. Well, in Tarzan's opinion there were a lot of great places and food but not everyone liked finding lunch in the trees or having their bags swiped by curious baby apes. Jane and the Professor were always prepared to receive visitors at the camp, supplies for tea and even an extra guest tent set up. Still though, visitors were rare and they had to make the most of them.
"You might want to be careful with the gun if you are exploring. Some of the animals get scared of them. and besides, nearly all the predators are headed north this season so it's mostly safe. Are you here to explore or are you meeting someone?"
While he was expressing his curiosity about Gaston, Tarzan slid down the vine and settled on the ground to talk face to face. Well, more like face to barrel chest since his knuckle walking stance took some of his height away.
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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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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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