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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She hadn't been here in a long time. A place that had once meant so much too her, that still did. A place that was untouched by the filth of this world. Could she blame it on the people that now filled her life? No. It was on her. Her and the fact that she didn't really want to share it with anyone. This is where she had fallen in love. Just being able to admit that to herself while sitting on the stone fountain brought back a strange sense of nostalgia. She was happy to be here alone. A mission that required the likes of Hercules, Phil, and Pegasus had left her unattended. Sure, the Hero would probably let her go wherever she wanted to alone, if she told him that's what she wanted. But there was always the chance that, in doing so, Meg would stir something up that she didn't want to deal with.
She let her fingers graze the clear surface of the water, thinking back to times that she missed. No, not Hades and his monsters. Not being controlled, manipulated and used. But falling in love. That's what she missed.
Her and Hercules were at a good stage. But there was nothing more exciting then that simple feeling. It was a heat that this place brought back to life. She could almost here the Muses singing through her, projecting what she felt, but was to scarred to say out loud. Standing, and leaving the fountain behind, Megara started on a walk. The stone path that she followed would lead her through the garden of statues, taking her on a journey of memories.
The ivy, and other such plant-life, had done well in taking over the different structures without stripping them of their characters. Each statue was a Hero. Each had a story, unique to themselves. Most were gone, passed through to the rivers of Hades. The thought caused chills to run along her spine. Those were memories that she didn't want to return too. She wasn't sure that she wanted to return to any of these. The path was winding down, and the familiar curve was getting her heart to race. Finally, the statue came into view.
Is this why she was here? To see Adonis, standing in all of his tainted glory, gaze directly on her. Her heart sank. This is why she could never bring Hercules here. Even if she knew that he meant more to her, that she was over Adonis, thanks to him, Meg could never face the shame that she felt in front of Hercules. Perhaps it was just habit, the heat that rose to her cheeks when standing in front of her betrayer.
But she knew what this heat would do to her love. With sorrow burdening her eyelids, Megara turned and continued down the cobblestone trail.
Life was not great. Though apparently it was significantly better than it had been over the last few decades. Centuries? Hades had no way of knowing for certain how long he had been incarcerated, locked away in the forever stone- but what he did know? There was not enough fire in the whole of Rohandor to express the Lord of the Dead's blue-flamed fury. Hades hadn't even know it was possible for a being like himself to be imprisoned like that. Live and learn. And seek lots of revenge. On everyone.
It was actually difficult for Hades to form coherent thoughts when he tried to work out who could possibly have been behind his imprisonment and the exponentially exorbitant number of ways he would torture, torment, terrorize, and otherwise punish those responsible. He would make them regret crossing him and his new allies and he would derive a delicious pleasure from the entire endeavor.
But Hades was a busy god. With all of that going on, he still had some rather pertinent unfinished business to address. Hercules had thrown a significant wrench in his plans all that time ago, so much so that the hero wannabe had fulfilled the prophecy and royally screwed up everything. He should be sitting high on the throne of Olympus with the other gods bowing to him. Or in chains if they decided they didn’t like the change in leadership, it didn’t matter one way or the other to Hades. The point was, he should be living the good life, not hiding in shadows and darkness like a common street urchin.
Hades still hadn’t thanked the little sunspot properly for ruining his years of scheming. He owed him that much- And Hades always paid his debts. But of course Hades found himself at the original problem he faced back when Hercules was a baby. Even after he had mostly depowered him, Hercules still managed to be a constant nuisance which begged the question, “How did you strike at nearly invulnerable beings?” The answer?
Hit them where they were vulnerable.
Hades was in disguise. He wore the face and body of a rather unremarkable unobtrusive older man with silvery hair and a bit of a hunch to his back. He carried a superfluous walking stick to 'aid' him in his movements as he circled aimlessly about the various topiaries and statues in the rather vast garden he found himself in. Ultimately Hades had no particular destination he was however, looking for someone.
He could have simply used his powers to locate the individual in question but this reunion had been a long time coming and Hades planned to savor every moment of it. And of course sometimes the game of it was just as fun as the outcome.
A smirk of triumph flickered across Hades lips, which he suppressed as quickly as it had appeared when he spotted a familiar tower of brown hair swaying from side to side a short ways down the path. She came to a halt in front of one of the constructs that Hades was all too familiar with. Did she still have eyes for the guy that wrecked her life? Hades rolled his eyes inwardly. Humans were foolish and predictable. Or maybe she was simply torturing herself for some reason. It didn't matter to Hades. All he cared about was that he'd located her.
Hades, still wearing the guise of the old man, ambled up to the statue intending to address her there but she was already turning away and starting down the path again. Instead Hades planted his feet in front of it and gazed up at the statue of the man that was certainly too pretty to be useful. “Nice lookin' fella, this guy, huh?” He spoke loudly.
Meg let her pace slow, her breathing even. What was this feeling? Not longing, or desperation. It could be heartbroken, but she'd remembered it's sting a hell of a lot worse. Perhaps it was a step in the right direction after all. She'd considered herself finally moving on from that chapter of her life. Far past the age of Adonis. Hercules had helped her make those steps. But now it was time for her to take a few on her own. She needed to understand herself better. To understand what she was without a man at her side. Without depression or love weighing her down or lifting her up. Megara knew the task was impossible. It's not like she could leave Hercules. She didn't want to.
But maybe if she could just find herself in her spare time. When the Hero was off to other worlds, or protecting the Isle of Ambrosia. It gave her a lot of time to play with. And maybe, with all of this time, she could finally free herself, and find a new way to love. Is that what she was looking for? Something new? Everything was so blurry and disfigured. She didn't know what she wanted.
She needed Hercules, she loved him. But she had decided to make use of the time away from him. Wording it like that, she didn't feel bad at all. A slight 'click' gave away her follower, and Megara turned on her heel just as the old man began speaking. It startled her, but she let herself ease down once realizing that it was a simple elderly. With the motion towards Adonis, Meg let her eyebrow arch. Everyone knew that her ex was a looker.
Once shown is true colors, however, Meg found him borderline repulsive. She couldn't let herself admire his chiseled chest and arms, his powerful legs or his masculine chin. Instead, she compared him to Hercules. Where as her current Hero might not have been so broad, he made up for it with his handsome features and tender understanding. His chest was more prominent than Adonis's, and his eyes such a beautiful blue, they put the stone statue completely to shame.
Still, that feeling clung to the back of her throat.
"I hear he played for a different team, mister." Pointing in the opposite direction and hoping that he would follow, she muttered quickly,"I think Apollo is more your type," before continuing on down the path, her pace now renewed.
Feisty as ever his little Megsy. That was good. She was going to need that. The expressions she was cycling through were ones Hades wasn’t completely familiar with but they bore traces of those that he used to see on her face all the time. Sorrow, pain, and anger. He hadn’t had a whole lot of time to do research into what had transpired since he had been imprisoned and he wondered if maybe Mister Hero wasn’t all he was cracked up to be. Wouldn’t it just be poetic justice if he’d left her in the lurch? It wasn’t likely what with how honorable that twit seemed to be but it was a warming prospect.
Hades leaned heavily on his walking stick as he feigned a swift hobble and scrambled to catch up with Meg. He fell into stride beside her attempting to keep up the façade and the appearance that he was having trouble with the uneven stones that made up the path the two of them followed.
“Is that why you look so down pretty lady?” He’d seen already how much his words were bothering her and felt glee stir in his chest for the first time since Hercules had defeated him. He probably shouldn’t be toying with her quite so much and should get to the business at hand but he just couldn’t resist. It was just so easy to push the buttons of mortals and he knew Meg’s better than most. “I’m quite sure you’re wrong about him,” Hades prodded, “On the contrary, I’ve heard he’s quite the ladies man. I’m sure if you got yourself a new dress and dolled yourself up a bit, he’d at least look in your direction.” Hades snickered inwardly, wondering how long she’d be able to keep that delightful temper in check.
He was a persistent old man. Meg planned on leaving. The garden wasn't the same when people where around to bother you. The statues didn't mean the same. Pulling the strap of her dress up on her shoulder, she tried to keep a steady pace, one that would get her further away from the elderly man quicker. It wasn't but seconds later that she heard the repeated click of his hobbling feet. His speed almost seemed to match hers, and before long she'd given up trying to escape him.
His commentary was more or less annoying, but than again this whole situation wasn't really brightening her mood. She tried to think of Hercules, and his kind heart, but it wasn't working all that well. Megara planned on just defecting to one of the other paths and leaving the man behind altogether, but his voice was getting to her.
"No thanks." Continuing down the trail and trying to focus on things other than her stalkers heavy breathing, Meg eyed statues wearily in hopes that he would wonder off on his own. After a good amount of time filled with awkward silence and many steps, she decided to take her leave the best way possible. "Well it was a joy talking to you, really, but I've got places to go and people to ignore, so ciao." With the sarcastic tone and smirk, Meg turned again, hopefully parting ways with the old man for good.
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Hades couldn’t stand it anymore. He started laughing. Same old Meg. Same short fuse. He felt his eyes start to tear up and he reached up to wipe away the moisture. “Oh Meg, you slay me!” He managed to get out between laughs, with a swat of his hand to emphasize his words. It was then that he opted to let the façade of the old man drop in a puff of black smoke that dissipated in sinewy tendrils. He stood before her a god and the Lord of the Underworld, his dark robes shifting in some non-existent breeze and dark smoke billowing on the ground beneath him. He ran a hand through his blue fiery hair and brushed at his eyebrows with his fingers as though primping for his opening scene.
With a puff of smoke he vanished and then reappeared just in front of Megara, arms outstretched, “Meg! My Megsie!” He reached out to pinch her cheek, “My little Meg-pie!” He put his hands on his hips and continued to prattle on, “It has just been forever hasn’t it? You look great! Have you lost weight?” He pointed at her with a sly expression. Really if Meg lost anymore weight she’d probably blow away. “I mean really, I’ve just missed you so much what with the sarcasm and the cynical attitude! There are just too many people nowadays with that whole ‘glass is half full’ attitude.” Hades emphasized with air quotes before continuing to gush, “It’s so refreshing to have someone that just tells it like it is. Now, what has been going on with you since we last talked? Hmm?” He poofed away and then reappearing on her other side hands folded under his chin expectantly, “Tell me absolutely everything!”
Meg was well on her way to peace and quiet again when the most horrible of things happened. Her feet refused to move as that voice hit her. The smoke that moved past her ankles was something she would never forget. It still haunted her dreams, like a scar. She couldn't shake it from her vision, even as it moved on, fading back into the underworld, no doubt. Megara didn't bother turning to look at Hades. In a moment he had appeared in front of her and all she could do was stare. His fiery blue hair instilled a sort of caution in her, his signature smile: fear.
She couldn't stop thinking of Hercules. What was she suppose to do? Hades was gone. He was suppose to be gone! The panic in her chest showed itself in the slack jaw and tensed muscles. Hercules - the man that she'd promised never to hurt again, and yet this inevitable event might break that promise.
Her heart leaped as Hades started speaking again. She was frozen, the most her body could accomplish was the closing of her gaping mouth. His hand was cold against her cheek, holding the chill of death. She'd felt it before. It had surrounded her completely at one point. Consumed her body and soul. Frozen to the core, she could remember the water that moved slowly and steadily, taking all of the dead to the same terrifying place in the Underworld. The cold was now taking over her body again, a mere memory, but still threatening.
Heart racing, breath heavy, her eyes stayed on the same spot as Hades moved to the opposite side. She needed to get herself together. Hercules was gone. Phil didn't know where she was. No one did. Suddenly, Meg was craving the company of an elderly man. "Hades." It sounded pathetic and shaky. She let her throat become slick with saliva, swallowing her horror. "What could have possibly brought you back to this side of the living?"
Turning her head, she looked him dead in the eye as she spoke, "Didn't get enough of Boy Wonder last time?"
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The jab about Hercules didn't score Meg any points and she didn't know how much she need them. Though she herself probably hadn't really been with it enough to truly grasp the brief interaction between Hercules and himself as he escorted Meg from the underworld there was no doubt in the god's mind that the bane of his existence had regaled his lady love with all the details of how he had daringly come to her rescue.
"I see what you're trying to do," Hades said holding out a finger and casting a sidelong glance at her as though the two of them were in on some private joke together. He hastily straightened his posture and put on a determined expression, "but I'm not going to sink to your level. Your words can't hurt me if I don't let them." He added bravely.
Hades disappeared and reappeared just beside Meg, resting his elbow on her shoulder. "Why else would I be back Megsy?- Has anyone ever told you that you are the perfect height?" He interjected before continuing to answer her question, "-I'm here for you!" He took a step away from her mouth open in a wide grin and opened his arms wide at his revelation holding the stance as he let his words sink in. "Isn't that great? We're going home!"
She had to be careful. Hades was a god. He had strength and power that far outweighed anything Meg could sum up. She bet if she were to get a good hit in it wouldn't phase him in the slightest. Was she really thinking of fighting him off though? It didn't seem like a good plan. That was more of Hercules's thing. She needed to stick to her own guns, right? But what were her guns? What did she have to use against Hades? Hell, Megara was still getting over the fact that he was standing in front of her. Things seemed to be moving backwards suddenly, and she was forced to remember all that time she'd spent with Hades before.
She'd been a slave to his will and ways, because she'd made a deal with him. That deal was off. It had been broken a long time ago. Right? Panic was still rising and falling in her chest, heavier with every breath, but she refused to let it show in her features and actions. His voice was coming to her again, like the first frost right before winter.
He was his usual self, that was for sure. His quirky little banter was annoying and too seemingly cheerful for someone of Meg's standards. But then again she wasn't sure if his serious side was at all better. His big news spilled onto her like a tidal wave, sending her breath somewhere deep inside where she couldn't find it for several minutes. By the time she finally managed to inhale it seemed like she had already suffocated and died.
Megara didn't know what to do. Could she outrun him? Probably not. Could she beat him in a fight? It wasn't likely. Was Hercules coming to save her? No. So she was left to fend for herself. Isn't that what she had wanted anyways? A bit more independence. Screw independence. She wanted a Hero.
Instead of running or fighting or anything of that sort, she stuck to the only thing she had. Her voice. "Like hell we are.
Hades slowly lowered his outstretched arms and crossed them, his forehead crinkling and the corners of his mouth turning down in a pout. He sighed as a cloud of black smoke appeared behind him turning into a makeshift chair and he flopped into it. "This is not how this reunion played out in my head when I imagined it." He observed sulkily. "Really, I thought we made a terrific team." He put a hand over his heart to emphasize. It was true though, this isn't how he'd imagined this exchange would go. He was having significantly more fun than he thought he would. "It's fine. I'm not going to take it personally." He insisted putting on a grand show of getting himself together as he stood up- the chair of smoke vanishing just as quickly as it had appeared- and floated over to Meg and putting an arm around her.
"I guess I should probably explain. You are right. Like hell, we are. Are going back, that is. Or at least you're back on my payroll. I understand my place is a little dark and dreary sometimes. Could probably use a throw rug or two. Some statues of me in some of the corners. I get that. But the fact is, you died my little Nutmeg." Hades was practically giddy inside now, though he was trying to keep it in check as he spoke. There was something about winning that always made him feel elated. "Maybe you recall a giant column falling on you?" Hades pantomimed a little person walking with the pointer and middle finger of one hand and then mimed the column falling on the tiny finger person with the forearm of his other arm. "Help help I'm dying nooooo."
"Anyway," he continued, "You may also recall that your dashing hero stormed into Hades- that's also the name of my realm B T W- to save you. Or maybe you don't. You WERE dead at the time. Well anyway he did. He made a deal with me. And I quote," Hades opted to speak in Wonder Brat's voice during this reenactment, "'You like making deals, take me in Meg's place.' 'Oh hm,' I said, 'the son of my most hated rival trapped forever in a river of death.' 'Going once!' Hercules said as I looked for a downside, 'Going twice!'" Hades grinned, "I agreed. I told him, and again I quote 'You get her out. She goes. You stay."
Though ultimately Hades had thought that he'd end up with the souls of both Meg and Hercules, that wasn't what the Fates had in store for him. That was fine. Hades was good at dealing with disappointment when things didn't go his way. He could role with the punches.
Hades disappeared from where he had been beside Meg with his arm around her and appeared in front of her again. "So you see, Megsy, the terms of the deal, regardless of Hercules' more recently achieved status of god-hood, was that he agreed to stay in Hades in exchange for your soul. In case you're confused about any of this, I'll spell it out for you. Hercules didn't hold up his end of the bargain. He took you and he left. So now I've come to claim what's mine."
It'd taken her months to work through all of this. To fully understand what Hercules had done for her. To piece together all of these things. There were lapses in time, when she was dying, when she was dead. There were so many faces and places and things that she had to sort through. She'd only just gotten over the whole ordeal, even if she hadn't been very visible in the process. The whole point was this: she'd finally moved on. And now it was back, to bite her in the backside.
She should have known better. You didn't just get rid of the god of the dead. Meg was disappointed in herself for letting her guard down. For thinking that they had finally reached a time of peace and serenity. Now Hades was taking the liberty in reminding her of just exactly what had happened.
The pillar hit her smoky mirror-image and Megara felt it. She remembered the physical pain, the emotions that rushed to the surface. She had so much to say at that moment. And then it went kind of dark. Meg could remember flashes, of faces, of people. She was cold and dark, lost in an ocean, or river, of death and despair. But it wasn't all bad. There was a calmness too it. She didn't have to worry about anything anymore.
She just had to drift off and reside in this carefree world. And right when she had come to that acceptance, warmth replaced the chill. Arms wrapped around her, strong and sure.
They were Hercules's arms. Mighty, powerful, loving, Hercules. Megara listened to Hades, not having much of a choice, and didn't loose her cool because of the thought of him. He'd save her. She knew it. She could feel it in her core. She just had to withstand the punishment until he came to the rescue. What a pitiful, pitiful woman she'd become.
"It seems like you remember things pretty well." She sat, perched on the edge of a fountain and staring blankly ahead, refusing to focus on her unwanted company. "Hercules walking into your world. Hercules walking back out with me in his arms. Wasn't there a punch in there somewhere?" She muttered the last part, as if asking herself. "Anyways. What makes you think that he won't just do it again?" Finally, she met the gaze of Hades.
"He's a demigod. Doesn't that just make your pride sting?"
Emotion fled from Hades’ face leaving a relatively blank if perpetually annoyed canvas as he considered her words. He didn’t want to admit it even a little bit but yes, yes it did sting. If he had been able to handle the ‘problem’ of Hercules when he had been a baby everything would have played out the way it was supposed to and he would be the ruler of all the world if not the entire cosmos. But now the Titans had been put back in their place, Zeus was still on the throne, and not only was Hercules still alive, but his invincibility and god-hood had been restored. Well temporarily anyway the idiot had decided to choose love and a semi mortal life over the power being a full god offered.
Kids these days were so naïve.
Hades recovered himself fairly quickly however and chuckled. “Oh Meg,” He began in his easy manner, “You just don’t get it, do you? I mean he’s welcome to try, punching does seem to be the one thing he's good at,” Hades mumbled before continuing on, “but the fact is we had a deal he and I- I'm sure you remember how that works.” He gave a knowing head tilt towards Meg. If anyone understood the subtleties of a deal with the devil it was Megara. Hades once again flopped down into a chair made of smoke that materialized out of thin air and examined his nails.
“In case I need to spell it out for you again, here it is: A contract with the Lord of the Dead is completely iron clad. You can’t just punch your way out of it. So if you decide to run along home and tell your little boy toy Hercules of your desperate plight- which I truly hope you do, by the way- he’ll have the choice to either leave you to your fate serving me and things will go back to the way they were or- take the more heroic path to sacrifice himself for you. Again. He can punch and hit and tantrum all he likes, but he will still have to stay in the Underworld with me. Even his big daddy Zeus can’t get him out of a contract that he willingly agreed to.”
Hades stood up again and the chair vanished. “Don’t worry Meg.” He said grandly popping up beside her and flopping an arm around her shoulders, “I’m not without a heart. I’ll allow you to stay up here. You can keep living your life just like you always have.” He disappeared and reappeared on the other side of her, “If I need your help I’ll just page you.” His mouth twisted to the side as he mumbled to himself about whether people even used pagers anymore before waving his hand in front of his face, “Anyway I’ll be in touch. Unless you tell Hercsie. Then you just tell him to come on down. I believe he knows the way.”
(OOC: I assume we can wrap this one up pretty soon.)
So, this was going to be her life now. She didn't quite know what to do. Megara had already come to face the fact that she was powerless against Hades. He was a god, she was a human. And he had a point. A deal was a deal.
Letting that truth sink in was the hard part. Afterwards it was a rather straightforward line of actions that she needed to take. None of those actions involved telling Hercules. At least not at the time being. What did she plan on doing? Whatever it was Hades asked her to do. As long as it didn't affect her relationship with Herc, she could manage.
She'd play along with his game, knowing full well that it wasn't really her that Hades wanted, but her man. What good could a feisty woman do to an almighty man?
Megara would hide all of this from the love of her life until it was absolutely necessary to bring about. She'd make plans of her own, try to find any way out of this that she could. She'd look into every dark shadow of the underworld if she had to. Even if her will was currently under Hades's thumb, that didn't mean that he could have the rest of her.
She was a fighter at heart. "I can't say I look forward to our next encounter." She pushed herself up, rushing wrinkles out of her dress with a hand and giving Hades a usual look. "See you in Hell." The muttered sentence hurt her more than it ever would him, she was positive. The hollow aching in her chest was a reminder of everything that had ever happened to her in this miserable life.
He supposed he couldn't blame Meg for being upset. Really none of this was her fault. If Hercules had just left well enough alone, Meg could be enjoying the quiet peace of the afterlife but instead she was stuck back in servitude all because Herc just couldn't let go. What a very selfish thing to do pulling someone out of their happily ever after. Despite what everyone said about him and dying and how much they struggled to cling to life, death wasn't all bad. It was a release from the hardships of this world and the Lord of the Dead was ever so good to the souls that resided in his realm.
Hades gave Meg a brilliant smile and slipped an arm around her shoulders giving them a quick squeeze, "Aw Meg. Look at us! Back together again. It'll be just like the old days!" He thrust his free hand out in front of them, swiping it across the air like a visionary might looking at a lump of clay they intended to turn into a statue, "Bonnie and Clyde! Sunny and Cher! Abbot and Costello! Uh...Fred Astaire and Ginger Rogers!" He poofed away in a puff of black smoke and then reappeared in front of her. "I'm just so excited! This is gonna be great!" He smiled and pointed at her, "I'll be in touch."
And with that business out of the way, Hades took his leave, disappearing in a puff of smoke and returning to the Underworld. He did hope that Meg would tell Hercules about her little situation, however he was under no delusion that she would. She had the tendency to sacrifice herself for guys that weren't worth a shilling. It would be in her best interest to just turn over the big oaf of a demi-god and be done with it but that wasn't likely anytime soon. Either way, Hades was pretty satisfied with the days results- He had now reunited with his minion and he had a new bargaining chip.
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.
Dec 15, 2021 14:41:27 GMT -5