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 was hot. She was bored, she was alone, her hair just wouldn't swoop right, and she was hot. The next time Hercules decided to run off to some far away place, Megara would think twice before hopping on the back of his freak-of-a-horse. She had to admit, the room they were staying in was pretty nice. Hey, the whole place was pretty nice. It was a castle, for Pete's sake. However, the fact that they were staying with royals didn't really sit well with the brunette. It meant she had to be polite. She had to eat, sit, walk, and talk like a lady.
What more, Hercules had been swept off the moment they got in the door for some kind of royal meeting. Meg had gotten a nice welcome, but had otherwise been in her room. She'd seen Herc for about an hour last night, and he left far too early in the morning to go chase some kind of bear. Apparently they were massive around here.
Megara wasn't worried, though. She'd seen the man take on a Hydra. A fat-grizzly didn't seem all that hard.
Sweeping her dress over one leg, and revealing the other, she continued to fan herself with some kind of ancient shield that had been hanging on the wall. The shutters on the window were left wide open, creating a little breeze, but nothing that would satisfy. She was free to leave her room, but people and Meg didn't really go together all that well. Maybe she could sneak out? It sounded like a plan.
Meg crept to the door, peaking into the hallway carefully to make sure no one was there before she exited her room. She knew the way she'd been brought up, but something told her that going through the main door would bring all kinds of attention to her. With the sound of footsteps coming from that direction anyways, Megara slipped out of her shoes and started off down the opposite hall. The stone chamber lead to a staircase, leading down, and she took them two at a time when she heard the knock at her door. Great. The minute she decides to have some fun, she's sent for.
It didn't matter now. She was already committed. Best make the most of it.
The Princess of DunBroch entered the castle grounds astride her behemoth of a horse, Angus. Passing servants and other members of the realm noted her presence and waved or gave polite bows of their heads as they moved from one task to the next. Merida gave a coy smile in return and an awkward wave here and there. After getting Angus to his stall and attending him, the young maiden entered the palace through the kitchen, intent on swiping a tray of something delicious to fill her stomach, which was insistent after a morning full of toil and wandering through the forest.
That morning, several hours before dawn, Merida had tried to sneak into her father's hunting party. DunBroch was hosting one of Rohandor's most celebrated heroes, Hercules, as their honored guest. The Isle of Ambrosia's protector had come because his curiosity had been piqued after hearing the rumors of the giant bears that lived within the recesses of DunBroch's most untamed regions. Apparently, monster-hunting was Hercules' forte. Merida's father had caught her, though, even after she'd spent most of the night working on her disguise.
She supposed no matter of cleverness could make Merida's admittedly petite form look at home among the burly men that made King Fergus' party. Apparently, it was a men-only affair, and Fergus - who was normally a pushover in regard to his daughter - rebuked any effort Merida made to talk her way into staying. Even though she pointed out the flaws in every reason that the king named for her not accompanying the party, it came down to a 'because I said so' matter.
Merida hadn't been demure at the news, either. She'd pitched a fit, and been hauled in the castle kicking and screaming until Fergus cornered her in the empty entrance hall and gave a few whispered remarks. Admitting to reasons for her not coming with that he felt unable to in front of his men, and Hercules. With bribery and pleading, Merida's father had assuaged her fierce stubbornness. He'd even offered her freedom to spend the morning as she would - just not alongside the search for giant bears - to which she'd agreed.
The princess came into the stone kitchen, lead by her nose and appetite, but stopped short when she saw Queen Elinor standing in the center of the room. The cooks swarmed around, as usual, only this time dictated by Merida's mum, which was standard only when Castle DunBroch was hosting honored guests. The maiden tried to duck back out into the courtyard, but as fond as she was of her fiery mane of hair, it made most attempt at stealth go sour. "Merida," Elinor's voice said with fond surprise, "there you are. I was just looking for you."
"Yes, Mum?" Merida stepped back into the room, head tilted, gaze narrowed and wary. "I'm in the middle of something, as you can see - preparing a feast for twenty men, each with four stomachs, isn't easy." The princess plucked an apple out of a basket on one of the wooden tables and bit into it, quite obnoxiously. With mouth full, she asked, "And?" Elinor gave her an even look, then smiled as she turned to momentarily direct one of the cooks again. When she turned back to her daughter, the queen said, "Well, the lovely lass that Sir Hercules brought with him has been unattended all day so far."
"She's stayed in her quarters, truly, but I thought that you might want to try to make her feel welcome?" Merida's critical glare turned into melodramatic despair. "Och. Muuuuum," she groaned, turning her head up and letting both arms fall limp at her sides. She had met Lady Megara the previous evening at the welcoming feast in DunBroch. The woman was intimidating, to say the least. The few words she'd actually said had made Merida snort to herself, but the thought of spending any length of time alone with the sullen foreigner was daunting.
When Merida opened her eyes again, it was to see her mum looking dangerously at her. "I mean it, Merida. I'm too busy to do so myself, and unless you have it in you to oversee preparations for this evening, you need to do this." The princess' lips pursed in childish discontent. She crossed her arms over her chest, apple quite forgotten. Now it was Elinor's turn to eye her daughter warily. At last, she smiled with soft knowing. "She may just decline your offer of company," she pointed out. Merida exhaled through her nose. "Fine," she muttered, taking a decisive bite out of her apple to accentuate her displeasure.
Half a moment later, Merida had grudgingly mounted the top stair of the entrance hall to the stone balcony that wrapped about it. She tossed her apple core indifferently to the side, and dragged her feet slowly to the door of the room that had been given to Sir Hercules and Lady Megara for their stay. She looked grumpily at the wood, and gave the lightest knock she could manage. Several seconds went by, and without any sign of movement behind the door, Merida perked up and smiled. "Well, no one's home, then," she reasoned.
The princess sped away from the door in case Lady Megara decided to answer it, nearly jogging further into the castle and to a back stair that spiraled down into the keep. She rounded a corner after lighting on a lower floor, and ran smack into someone wearing lavender robes with massive amounts of chestnut hair bound in a great bunch at the back of her angular head. Merida stumbled backwards and cursed on the inside. Her look of disconcerted alarm turned to embarrassed apology. "Hullo, there," she said, grasping both hands behind her back and rocking on her feet uncertainly.
This place was huge. It was so vastly different from the buildings and temples that Megara was use to. She expected it to be less homely than it was. Even for it's great size, nooks and crannies like these made her feel like she was in a burrow. Underground, never to escape with all the twists and turns ahead of her. Reminding herself that she'd just been staring out a window that was far above ground, Meg continued her descent. If the people came in this direction looking for her, she didn't want to be caught.
She'd already planned to play it off as being a forgetful person. "Oh, I'm so sorry, I just couldn't remember my way back to the main quarters!" She could pull it off.
Approaching the end of the stairwell, the Heroine came to an abrupt halt. The hallways that were offered to her split off in a total of four different directions. Which way would lead her out of this Castle? Eyeing each one individually, and trying to listen for some kind of hint, Meg couldn't help but hear the sudden footsteps trailing after her. A moment of hesitation caught her. Run, or face whatever challenge was coming her way. The speed of the steps told her to stay. She'd never escape her assailant now. Turning to face the newcomer, Meg was utterly stunned when the amber-haired girl ran directly into her.
She recognized the Princess of DunBroch instantly.
Her fair skin and wild mane was unforgettable. Her personality also seemed to be the most lively of the DunBrochians. Noting the redness that lit up the girls cheeks, Megara tried not to laugh at the situation she found herself in. "So, they sent you to get me, huh?" Pulling at the wrinkles in her dress, Meg kept the usual dry tone in her voice. "You don't look like you'd have a good time showing little old me around this big palace, so how about you just point me towards the nearest exit, and I get out of your hair?"
Hopefully the offer would be accepted without much fuss. Otherwise, Meg had a lot on her hands until Hercules came back.
Last Edit: Jul 7, 2013 18:53:22 GMT -5 by Jane Porter
There was a moment of surprise that flashed across Lady Meg's face, but then it dried up and became brittle and even, as it always seemed to be. Merida saw the look of vague amusement kindle in the Grecian woman's eyes that made her realize Lady Meg was amused with the Princess of DunBroch's clumsiness. The realization caused the color to rise behind Merida's freckles even more. She was indignant for a split second, then mostly embarrassed, then frustrated at herself for ever being either of the former.
Before Merida could completely overcome the twitching emotions, Lady Meg was talking, and what she said was so direct that it stunned the maiden. Scotsmen were notoriously blunt, but even the courts of DunBroch maintained an air of subtlety. Or, at the very least, everyone entertained proper protocol for fear of offending Queen Elinor. To hear Lady Meg so easily deduce what Merida's task had been, and her true feelings toward it, she was taken aback for a moment.
Merida really liked this woman.
Part of the princess thought about doing just as Lady Meg asked. It wouldn't be that hard, and neither of them seemed keen on being forced to spend time with each other on the pretense of acting properly. Then again, Merida realized that if Meg had a mind to go out of DunBroch's walls, there was a lot she needed to know to stay relatively safe in the land around it. Plus, a small part of her was intrigued by Lady Meg's reaction enough that the prospect of being her company didn't seem so dreadful anymore.
Merida narrowed her gaze warily, regarding the woman in lavender robes and talking slowly, as though she were deliberating every syllable before she said it. "Well, I could show ye out, but mum'd have my head for not taggin' along," she reasoned thoughtfully. Merida's condensed look of contemplation was shaken into lax indifference with a twitch of her head that sent her fiery mane shaking. "S'your choice, I s'pose. This way, Lady Meg." Merida turned on her heel and began walking down one of the corridors, each step bouncing in an attempt to entertain herself.
The princess kept shooting obviously contemplative looks over her shoulder at Lady Meg every ten feet or so as she went.
Megara was honestly hoping that her offer would have gone over without much consideration. From what she had come to understand about this teenage-girl in front of her, she didn't much like her responsibilities. Or maybe it was just being made to do something? Her independence was evident, and familiar. Not breaking the eye-contact that they'd made, Meg waited for a simple direction. That's all she wanted or needed. A finger pointed this way or that. But no.
She could see it on the freckled-face of her new companion.
Her voice came off with this thick accent that was interesting and new. Meg liked it. Not as formal or elegant as what she was use too, but more characteristic. It seemed to hold a story. Like everything in this place. Merida gave her a questioning look for a moment, before responding in a tone much more joyful than Meg had expected. "Oh, I'm sure she wouldn't-" Nope. What did she think was going to happen? The two could butt-heads all day. Megara honestly wasn't sure which of them would win.
So she let the Princess lead the way through the twists and turns. It didn't effect her plan much. She could always ditch the curious little tot later. Honestly, how bad could a day with the ginger be anyways? She tried not to focus on it. Her gaze followed along with the bouncing material of Merida's sea-foam-green robes. She noted the antique like feel of this part of the castle, looking at the old carvings that hung on the walls, the animal heads that had been cut and mounted, etc.
It was so vastly different than what Megara was accustomed to. She didn't know whether or not she liked it. It was definitely unique. Something new. That's how she needed to look at this whole situation. Something new. With a heavy sigh, Meg continued through the damp halls, keeping just a few paces behind the wild creature that lead her.
Merida didn't really think about what she was going to do once she'd lead Lady Megara out of the bowels of the castle. Then again, it wasn't really the princess's habit to mull over anything until the absolute last moment that such considerations could be taken into account. For now she was rather content to continue her bobbing step through the corridors and pretend that the foreigner who trailed behind wasn't there at all. At least, between the glances that Merida tossed through a curtain of crimson curls every now and again. One of these such once-overs, the princess of DunBroch noted - not for the first time - the different style of wardrobe that Lady Meg had on.
Now, Merida wasn't overly fond of the dresses that comprised the majority of her wardrobe, but she'd grown accustomed over the years. Style of dress was one point that Queen Elinor had remained unwavering on from a young age, and so Merida had long ago abandoned the want to wear armor, or whatever else. Thankfully that wish had never been too strong, because dresses were preferable to Merida in comparison to the kilts that were frequented by the men of DunBroch. Lady Megara's outfit looked like she had just taken a curtain and twirled it around herself.
Not in a displeasing way, but Merida could make no more sense out of it than that. For a moment, the young woman thought about trying the same kind of outfit, but dismissed it almost at once. Her gowns might be feminine, but they were sturdy and durable. Besides, even though Merida wasn't into her looks, she secretly liked the way her skirts moved with her, in tandem with her head of hair. Merida was so lost in thought that she didn't hear the soft sigh the Grecian woman let out. Good thing, too, because who knew how the princess would perceive it, and what reaction would occur in turn.
Eventually, Merida reached the top of a broad stair that had curled lazily inward from the floor below. They were at a new level of the castle, and more obvious light drifted in from down one side, whereas the other was only punctuated by two torches and just as many guards flanking a pair of double oaken doors. One of those guards gave a snort in his sleep that woke him up enough to see the princess, whereupon he quickly stomped on his comrade's foot (who had been dedicating all of his attention to picking his nose). The two stood straight, bringing their spears to attention.
Princess Merida strolled between them and, quite unexpectedly, bent back to deliver a hard kick to one of the doors. The thing swung open, washing the corridor in sunlight that was very disorienting in comparison to the relative dark it had been before. Merida used herself to keep the door open, giving Lady Megara enough room to slip out. "Well, here we are." Merida smiled lopsidedly and looked out to the bustle of the castle courtyard. There was even more action between the inner wall some hundred feet away and the outer wall beyond that, between which the common folk usually operated during the day.
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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.
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