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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Phoebus tightened the girth on Achilles’ saddle one more notch before reaching up to grip the saddle's pommel, slip his golden boot into the stirrup, and fling his leg to mount the animal.
Things had quieted down significantly after Frollo had been overthrown and the new Minister of Justice had taken over. The new Minister was the honorable and fair man that Phoebus had thought that Frollo would be. It was a shame that everything had played out the way it did. So many people had suffered and been treated unjustly during that time and Phoebus was glad that everything had finally settled down and become relatively peaceful.
Phoebus stood up in the stirrups, adjusting his position before settling into the saddle and taking hold of the reigns. Digging his heels into Achilles' sides he prodded him forward and out of the stables towards the center of town.
Normally he didn’t have to do a lot of patrolling. The streets were fairly peaceful and quiet and any incidents were easily handled by the adept contingent of guards under his authority. Lately however, there had been a significant increase in civilian complaints concerning violent outbreaks in the streets. According to reports people would abruptly lose their tempers and begin senselessly attacking one another causing great injury to the participants as well some of the bystanders caught in the crossfire.
It seemed ludicrous that anyone in Paris would resort to such extreme methods regarding any kind of disagreement after the oppression they had experienced under Frollo’s dominion, “But then people are a strange lot,” Phoebus commented dryly reaching out to pat Achilles broad neck. The horse shook his head, mane flailing wildly, and snorted a response as they continued to move forward.
Both Phoebus and Achilles jerked their heads up abruptly at the sound of a sudden loud shout somewhere in the distance. Having been together for so long Phoebus barely had to do anything to urge his horse into action and the pair took off in the direction of the commotion.
Many of his guards were already on the scene but when Phoebus arrived in the village square he couldn’t believe what he was seeing. It wasn’t just a couple of people fighting. The square was filled with people and peppered throughout them in small pockets were men and women brawling with each other. He watched one man take a punch to the face and not even flinch before retaliating. It was strange to see such anger and hatred displayed so prominently on the faces of men and women who had been living happily in the peace they had found.
Reacting immediately Phoebus dismounted in one smooth motion, not wanting to trample anyone in the crowd that had gathered, and began ordering the bystanders and civilians to clear out and back away, even to head home. He maneuvered his way skillfully through the crowds. When he finally reached a set of the struggling individuals he reached out and took hold of one man who was pinning another and yanked him to his feet, “What would happen if I asked nicely for the two of you to break it up?”
The man Phoebus was practically holding up by the back of his shirt maneuvered himself to face the Captain of the Guard, an almost mad glint in his eyes, and he pulled his arm back as though he would throw a punch. Phoebus easily dodged the man’s subsequent clumsy swing and frowned. “That’s what I thought you’d say,” He remarked wryly and began his attempts to restrain the man without hurting him, keeping his eye on the other man still rolling around on the ground.
(OOC: If anyone is passing through and wants to help Phoebus break up the ruckus feel free to drop in!)
The realm of Rohandor played host to countless noteworthy individuals. So much, in fact, that popularity was a hard thing to garner, at least in a widespread sense. Most heroes of the people were known to the denizens of their native land, and perhaps slightly in those around that. Few at all could have their identity gleaned in passing beyond that. There were too many valiant hearts and too little evil to thwart in the peace of Rohandor to carve out a name for oneself past what had already been accomplished in each's own story before they had become a part of the mystical realm that they all now shared. Fa Mulan was one of the few that would actually run the risk of being marked in passing.
Since the Isle of the Dragon had situated itself in Rohandor, Mulan and Shang had been the key ambassadors of the Emperor. They were employed as dignitaries to represent their majesty throughout the entire realm, and with their training and skill set, Mulan and Shang often found themselves employed as instruments in upholding the peace. Not only on their own Isle, but of Rohandor in its entirety. So, even if Fa Mulan's risk of being noted as she passed through Paristown was slim, it was still there. That was why she, mounted on the back of her trusty steed Khan, was concealed in a ceremonial robe with hood drawn to eclipse her features. The natives of Paristown weren't fools. They recognized the breed of horse, type of dress and demeanor of the hooded figure as foreign. Some were even learned enough to mark their origin as the Isle of the Dragon.
That was all that could be discerned, however.
With the rising conflict in Rohandor, Mulan was more busy than ever. She hadn't seen her family in some weeks now, and Shang almost as long as that. They preferred to work together - both worked more efficiently in the other's company. The Emperor's decision had been to separate them. Mulan understood the logic behind the decision. Shang was leading an elite unit of the Imperial Army to fortify the borders of the Isle of the Dragon. Mulan was continuing her work as a liaison and being sent by the Emperor to other Isles that needed her aid. Traveling between them had to be quick and concise, though. She couldn't dawdle or leisure. Which was why moving through Rohandor thus disguised was called for.
She intended on departing Paristown that day. The same day, in fact, that she arrived. Mulan would stop to get food for herself and Khan, and to tallow the horse to rest and cool down, then she would continue. Or, at least, that had been the strategy in Mulan's mind. Fate had a habit of changing the warrior's plans. There was a brief outcry up ahead and Mulan turned to face it with everyone else who heard. She prayed that it would be nothing. That she could move on. Mulan did not care to help, but she would much rather not have the need to lend her sword than have to, in fact, draw it. Typically, the noise simply grew louder and louder still.
The Emperor had given her reports of the most recent activities in all lands she would pass through before leaving the Isle of the Dragon. That was how Fa Mulan knew that strange brawls and fits of unquenchable malice had been breaking out through Paristown of late. Mulan closed her eyes, asking her ancestors quietly for guidance. She really missed Mushu's tasteless jokes - even if they were annoying. He would have offered her some advice. Most likely: "Girl, get yo hind end out of this town!" It was that thought - that Mushu would council retreat or flight - more than anything that stirred Mulan's soul to a tempered flame. "Wait here, Khan," she instructed. The horse gave a dissatisfied snort, but did not protest further.
Mulan raised up in her saddle, then stood effortlessly atop the worn leather. With an application of her honed agility, the warrior leaped to the nearest building, making use of unorthodox hand and footholds to quickly scale the two-story building front and lastly swing onto the the rooftop. Fa Mulan had left her sword and other supplies below, strapped to Khan's saddle. She would not use any undue force in whatever crisis had arose. Her hands would be enough, and Khan would guard her items well. Thus empowered, Mulan looked toward the ruckus, and saw even from her place a city block away the turmoil transpiring in the market square. With stern countenance, Mulan surged forward, sprinting along the rooftops.
She did not even pause when she reached the edge of the square. Fa Mulan threw herself into the open air and came down lithely with her feet on a brawling man's back, momentum sending him crashing into the ground, where he did not stir. Mulan acted with instinct, and moved to dodge a bawled fist that was being thrown at her back. She grasped the thick arm in passing and moved fluidly, twisting it behind the owner's back cruelly, then kicking him into a battling fellow. Mulan caught another blow aimed from behind, and this time the man who had thrown it found himself suddenly hurled through the air, his force and weight used against him, to crash into the midst of a knot in the square-wide brawl.
Phoebus was not quite certain that he'd brought enough instruments of restraint which, he thought silently, under different circumstances could potentially have been only a minor inconvenience. With the number of fights pocketed throughout the crowd he was concerned this could become a more significant problem than inconvenience.
He managed to wrestle the man who'd taken a swing at him to the ground and had pinned him to the cobblestone courtyard stomach first, with his knee. Phoebus proceeded to bind the man’s hands and, after he almost got kicked in the stomach, his legs as well. By that time a couple of his guards had maneuvered their way to where Phoebus was and he handed the restrained man off to them to take into custody.
The man Phoebus had consequently rescued was back on his feet now and touching a spot on his face that was already starting to discolor. He looked at Phoebus with a grateful smile, “Thank you.”
Nodding curtly in response, Phoebus dusted off his gloves before giving the man- and the woman who had come running up beside him- a stern look, “You would better demonstrate your gratitude by vacating the area like I asked.” The man looked as though he might protest but Phoebus silenced him by holding up his hand, “It’s not safe and there are too many people here for me to protect everyone.” Why civilians had such problems following simple instructions Phoebus would never understand. He would think the logical reaction to danger would be to get away from it but that never seemed to be the normal response. Everyone always wanted to know what was going on.
Looking around to reassess the situation, Phoebus was a bit relieved to see that no more fights had broken out while he’d dealt with this first one and he simply had to deal with the handful of them already in progress. He would take that as a small consolation even though there was nothing about this situation to be relieved about.
He clutched the arms of two nearby spectators, "I realize this is apparently difficult for some people to understand but you two seem like sensible and even intelligent chaps. I need you to take yourselves and anyone else not involved in some sort of violent interaction out of the area. Immediately." Phoebus released their arms and they stared at him blankly, "As in right now." Thankfully they took the hint and scuttled off.
Shoving through another cluster of people, Phoebus found himself grateful for his armor. It prevented the mob from converging on him and crushing the air out of his chest. He shouted again that the bystanders should clear the area but yet again only a few of them seemed inclined to listen. Scooting into another one of the fight pockets he saw one of his own men engaged in a fight with two of the civilians. Phoebus could almost see an aura of rage emitting off of them.
"All right everyone. Please try to calm down." Phoebus had walked towards the three of them holding up his hands in a gesture of peace. He heard a loud clang and felt a jolt go through his arm as if he'd been hit by something. He had, the soldier, his own man, had struck out at him with a blunt piece of wood, as though he'd broken it off the side of a cart.
Phoebus was so surprised he almost forgot to duck as the wooden beam came flying at him again. He could see it now though, the same innate rage that was so apparent on the faces of the other two was quite discernable on the face of his officer. "Okay then," He said still trying to keep his voice soothing, "I'm going to need you to put that down now."
Fighting was never Mulan's first inclination. She was a warrior, yes, but she didn't revel in the darker aspects of conflict. The young woman used her skills to garner peace, and there was never a better example of that fact being played out than there in the city square. Mulan would have preferred to end things quietly, calmly and in a thoughtful manner. No matter what she wanted, Mulan knew that this was not a case where soothing words and hands held up in surrender would work. She'd read the reports. This entire scenario was right out of the scrolls that the Emperor had offered her to read.
Unapologetic, merciless anger that caught like the plague and spread wildly. There had been some situations where knocking someone aflame with the uncanny rage would end the spell. That was what Mulan was going for. She rarely fought with intent to maim or kill. The only time her blade saw blood was when some mindless wraith, beast, or unspeakable evil came against her. Mulan was thankful for that truth. Even more so given that, with all of her experience in nonlethal hand-to-hand since awaking in Rohandor, she didn't feel overwhelmed at the moment.
Apparently the more individuals Mulan took out of the equation, the more attention she attracted to herself. Assailant after assailant barreled down on her, and she dealt with them accordingly. Shifting momentum, taking another's force and turning it against them, disarming attackers of blunt objects that they had obtained and knocking them out with them in turn before dropping the items. Mulan was doing well. Too well. Rage-drunk brawlers heard the commotion of her work and stopped fighting each other to look her way, eyes bloodshot and glares fuming.
Mulan grabbed a man by the back of the head and brought his brow down decisively on a crate. She moved fluidly into a lithe battling stance, but her look of determination faltered. "Uh... Hi?" She was surrounded utterly. Men and women gasping with their bizarre fury had encircled her, either too lost in their spell to put one foot in front of the other, or trying to determine the best time to pounce. Mulan gave an apologetic smile. "I'm just going to-" she pointed generally to the left, but at the gesture, the lull was broken, and all of the brawlers that had blockaded her converged, "be leaving now!"
Mulan launched in an explosive forward sprint, gaining rapid momentum in several strides so that she leaped from the cobblestones and kicked off a diving attacker's shoulders. After bouncing off of three other people in succession, Mulan aimed herself at a canvas awning that covered one of the stalls still in tact. The warrior turned midair so that her back hit the fabric. There was a moment of plush support, then the material grew instantaneously taught, and by so doing launched Mulan into the air. Her arms and legs worked wildly as she completed a tight arc of trajectory, but she could do nothing to right herself.
All Mulan noticed before she hit the ground was that there was a man with golden armor placed just so as to break her fall. She wondered if it would be more painful to collide with him, or the stone of the market square's foundation.
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It was lucky in a way that the enraged people didn’t seem to be too coherent. Phoebus had dealt with many angry people in his time and they became almost instantly sloppy which was the greatest advantage to keeping a cool head in any given situation. The minute one allowed their anger and emotion to cloud their judgment, the scales tipped against them, accidentally revealing secrets or becoming careless in a fight. It was because the lieutenant’s judgment was thusly impaired that Phoebus was easily able to avoid the powerful but unfocused swing and remove the offending makeshift weapon from its normally skilled but now irrational wielder.
“This is madness,” he muttered to himself as he flung the weapon away and efficiently incapacitated the officer then turned to deal with the other two men in the small circle that had formed around him. He again silently wished that the spectating bystanders would vacate the area. One of the men lunged at him and Phoebus nimbly evaded his grasp -which made the impact he felt immediately after the dodge significantly more baffling.
Though it was only a few moments at most, Phoebus felt like a few minutes of stunned confusion passed as his mind struggled to catch up with the last few illogical seconds. One moment he had been dodging the attack of yet another of the raging citizens and the next he was lying on the ground in an unceremonious heap, pinned to the cobblestone streets by some sort of unexpected weight pressing on his back like a bale of hay had fallen on him.
Trying to blink away some of his disorientation Phoebus shook his head and craned his neck to look over his shoulder, “Ah. Mulan. How kind of you to drop in.” He commented brightly to the young woman astride his back, quite proud of his rather terrible pun. “If you're attempting to assist in the situation at hand, I'm afraid this is a bit counter productive,” He observed, “If you wouldn’t mind?” Phoebus’s eyes dropped to his pinned body and then back up to Mulan holding him in place assuming she would take the hint. Oh no Shang, I assure you, she fell on me. That was a conversation he would rather not have to take part in.
(OOC: I just wanted to mention that the disease isn’t like a regular disease that spreads by the air or by contact. It’s completely random as are its effects- although this cluster that are affected are obviously becoming irrationally angry. The people that are affected in the square at this time are the only ones that are affected, it’s not spreading to the other people that are present. FYI.)
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Mulan realized that she knew the person about to be made her cushion a moment before impact. Though, she wasn't sure if that made the whole thing better or worse. The warrior gave a grunt when she made impact, sending the armored man that had broken her fall unceremoniously to the ground. Mulan was still wincing when the blond head of hair protruding from the collar of the armor struggled to upturn and a voice that was familiar, and charming - even stifled as it was now beneath her weight - met her ears. "You know me," she muttered, "always here to help."
Phoebus went on after his introductory joke to point out what should have been painfully (pun) obvious. "Oh! Right! Sorryyyaaah!" Mulan's wince - landing on armor wasn't exactly pleasant to experience - and apologetic smile turned into wide-eyed alarm as she noticed a woman bearing down on them, holding a wooden beam that she must have wrested from a stall, because there was a nail sticking out of the end. The beam came down at Mulan, and she moved on instinct. Using the plains of Phoebus' armored back as a grounding point, she spun, legs whirling through the air.
Her slippered feet caught the descending weapon between them, and with the force of the rotating motion she disarmed the woman, sending the beam skittering over the cobbles of the square. The woman lost her balance after Mulan's ploy, and wobbled for a moment. Still maintaining her anchor on Phoebus, Mulan delivered a precise kick to the angry woman's solar plexus to stun her, then made another sweep of her legs, knocking the attacker's feet out from under her so that she landed in a heap of skirts. Mulan watched a wig roll away and bit her lip apologetically for betraying the woman's secret.
The warrior stayed put, crouched on Phoebus' back for more seconds than she should have before remembering who was beneath her. "Standing on you-," she said, "I remember." Mulan slid off of Phoebus and offered him a hand to help him onto his feet. "Sorry... again..." She offered a smile that she tried to make charming, but only looked painful and a touch embarrassed. Mulan dusted off Phoebus' shoulders, as if in recompense, and - after licking her finger - smoothed out a ruffled portion of his hair, completely oblivious to whatever boundaries she may have been crossing.
Mulan narrowed here glance critically and raised her thumb, judging the symmetry of his locks. She bobbed a satisfied nod just before a broom swatted her head from the side. Mulan blinked in confusion. Her own silky hair was now a disgruntled bush on one side. "Ow," she said thoughtfully. The woman turned to see the ironic, borderline humorous image of a burly man rippling with muscle brandishing a broom. Matched up against the wig-wearing, noblewoman who had just been toting a nail-barbed club, Mulan was unimpressed. With cross ease, she plucked the broom from the man's calloused fingers and then hit him across the head with it hard enough that the thing broke.
Mulan was a delight as always and the soldier smirked in spite of himself. He felt her shift her weight above him as she started to remove herself from his person and Phoebus prepared to get back to his feet …only to be shoved sharply and unexpectedly back down to the ground with a grunt, the metal of his armor against the stone making a rather unpleasant noise and vibration. Phoebus collected himself once more and craned his neck back around with raised eyebrows to see what the hold up was, drumming his gloved fingers on the ground in anticipation. He was rather eager to return to an upright position.
It was about that time he saw the woman with ‘a board with a nail in it’ and though still almost one hundred percent immobile, he instinctually threw his arms up to cover his head in a rather scattered attempt to protect his rather stunning head of hair- if he did say so himself. He counted his blessings then that he was wearing sturdy armor and so even though Mulan bore the weight of a human being- given, a small one- it was not enough to warp or bend the metal inward allowing it to serve as a rather effective shell. Though he’d certainly worn the armor to protect himself from attack, it was proving to be a more efficient protector of his lungs than anything else.
When Mulan had successfully dispatched the attacker she seemed to remember Phoebus who had gone back to drumming his fingers on the ground. “Oh don’t mind me. It’s quiet comfortable down here once you get used to it.” He accepted Mulan’s hand as he allowed her to help him back to his feet. He started to brush the debris off his arms, with the quiet offhanded comment to himself, “I’d almost forgotten what it was like up here,” when he felt more hands than just his two brushing against his armor. He froze in his actions and looked to see Mulan ‘helping’ again. Phoebus crossed his arms and raised his eyebrows again as he looked at her with a rather wry expression.
He continued watching as she dispatched yet another of the villagers without much ceremony and took stock of the situation. Nothing much had changed from before, there were still the same handful of fights peppered through the crowds and still the same large number of bystanders that really needed to get out of his way. With a sigh of resignation Phoebus readied his ‘big boy voice’ and called out “Citizens! Please return to your homes immediately! If you do not, I will be forced to arrest you along with those causing a scene. Those that remain will be taken to the Hall of Justice and imprisoned. You may visit them later or join them now, your choice.”
That wasn’t an idle threat. He’d already asked multiple times for the crowd to disperse and at this point they were more or less obstructing justice. He understood some of them wanting to stay but he couldn’t risk anyone getting hurt. Thankfully the prospect of being arrested seemed to wake many of them up and he could see people muttering to each other and those on the outskirts already beginning to disperse. “Good.” Phoebus remarked and looked back at Mulan. “We need to neutralize those fighting. I…” He wasn’t sure how to from his next words, “I’m not sure this anger is natural.” Phoebus wasn’t one to believe in the supernatural but this was a peaceful town and this behavior was completely out of character. “Try not to hurt them more than is necessary to subdue the aggressive ones.”
Phoebus was less than enthused about Mulan's helping hand in smoothing over his disgruntled visage. The foreign warrior, of course, did not realize his dry look at all. Then again, she was busy getting worked over with the bristled end of a broom at the time. Mulan finished dispatching the burly man laden with the cleaning utensil, and was turning back to Phoebus when she saw that he was absorbed in something else. Addressing the clotted throng, that is. Mulan squinted one eye shut, wrestling the urge to stop her ears up with her palms as Phoebus projected to the masses. She was used to hearing the captain of the guard in his smooth, snarky, casual tone, not this verbose official octave.
Mulan's crinkled expression smoothed into honest curiosity when Phoebus finished his declaration. There was a brief moment of relative calm, un-incensed members of the square's crowd regarding their neighbors, weighing the threat that had been posed against them. The moment broke with a large percentage of the onlookers shuffling to side-streets and into shops, where they could watch the goings on from a safe, law-abiding distance. Mulan smiled at the development. At least it was something. That smile fell when Phoebus pivoted to her, all business again. The man's comment knit Mulan's thin brows into a thoughtful frown.
Perhaps it had been presumptuous of her, but Mulan had expected Phoebus to be in the know of the strange spells going through Rohandor in the wake of the Forever Stone's failing. Part of her wanted to explain right then and there, but Phoebus's efficient attitude was needed. With the square drained there were just a handful of raging brawlers here and there, easily dispatched by the two of them if they worked quickly. Mulan could give Phoebus the details about why these villagers were acting so uncharacteristically once that was settled. "Got it." With that, she was off.
Mulan sprinted lithely off towards one of the fights, being undertaken by a milk maid, a lanky young man who had one fist balled in the reins of a donkey who looked mildly interested in what his master was doing, and an old man who brandished his cane comically like a sword. Mulan charged, then dropped into a line of handsprings that landed her between maid and youth in a crouch below their fists. With one powerful thrust of both palms, she hit their solar plexus', stunning them. The lanky man doubled over, slapping the pavement on all fours.
The milk maid was miraculously still standing, and tried to throw a stubborn punch at Mulan. The warrior fluidly Judo-threw the maid into the downed youth, pausing to make sure that neither of them stirred. Through instinct alone, she dodged a thrust of the elder man's cane. For a wizened specimen, the fellow was surprisingly spry, making Mulan give more than she thought would be necessary to avoid his agile motions. "Sorry," she said, genuinely apologetic. She twisted behind him and pinched a nerve in his fleshy neck, catching him when he collapsed.
Mulan gingerly placed the man on a vendor's table - cleared by some former brawler's antics - then turned to check Phoebus's progress.
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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?
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...
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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.
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!
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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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