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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Angela was desperate to explore more of Rohandor. But she knew that Goliath would never allow her to leave the Isle of the Statue on her own. He knew full well that she was capable of taking care of herself, but despite that, he would want someone else to go with her. There was just so much to see, to discover, that Angela was thinking about sneaking off to explore.
Then again, she would be quite vulnerable during the day. Perhaps it wasn’t the best of ideas to run off to explore without telling anyone. Since the Forever Stone had been breached, it really wouldn’t be safe for a Gargoyle to travel alone; they were far too easy to destroy, during the day.
Surely there was some way that she could go exploring without risking her own life or Goliath’s anger. There had to be a way.
And then, suddenly, it came to her. Elisa was, unfortunately, quite busy with her job and trying to figure out her relationship with Angela’s father to go along with her, but Angela could ask Elisa’s partner, Matt Bluestone, if he would be willing to accompany her.
Knowing Matt, he would probably want to do some research about the Illuminati while they were travelling; he could find out if the Illuminati existed in other societies, or if the ancient order was simply a part of the Isle of the Statue and its history.
No sooner had Angela considered asking Matt to accompany her than she had decided to talk to Goliath about the issue. There was no way that she would be able to travel without at least letting her father know what she was planning; if she disappeared one evening, Goliath would be quite distraught.
Sure enough, Goliath insisted that Angela have a human escort, someone who could watch over her sleeping form during the day. When Angela informed Goliath that she had been considering asking Matt, the larger Gargoyle seemed quite pleased that his daughter had thought so far ahead.
There were so many places to explore; where on earth was she going to start?
And then, as she was looking at a map, it struck her: the Pearl Kingdom of the Shell. There was just something about the isle that struck her as the place that she should start her exploration.
As Angela was going to be exploring the kingdoms of Rohandor, with Matt to stand guard over her during the day, Goliath decided that she would be an ambassador, of sorts. She would travel to the different kingdoms, greeting those in charge and extending the protection of the Gargoyles. Each kingdom in Rohandor could call upon the Gargoyles, should they need extra protection. And it would be Angela’s job to make sure that the rulers were aware of Goliath’s offer.
Once the sun had set and Angela had broken free from her stone skin, she bid the clan farewell and set off to meet Matt. They would travel to the Pearl Kingdom of the Shell, where Angela would go to visit the royal family. Hopefully, they would not be frightened of her; all she was trying to do was help.
It was full dark by the time Matt and Angela arrived on the Isle of the Tower. Angela just hoped that the rulers of the Pearl Kingdom would not be cross with her for showing up in the middle of the night. It wasn't as though she could interact with them during the day, after all.
Angela waited in the receiving room, hoping that she wouldn't scare anyone. She'd had quite enough of feeling like a monster; in Avalon, humans and Gargoyles co-existed quite peacefully. It was still a foreign idea to Angela that so many people were hostile towards her kind. She hoped that the ruling family would see how generous Goliath's offer was and that they would be able to look past appearances, should she startle them.
There was something about the pearly glow as it gilded the waves in silver, and cast shadows as deep and soft as velvet. Everything was made mysterious and fanciful in the light of a full moon, and the air was turned rich with energy, as if anything could happen. Ariel just hoped that whatever it was that was happening, it was for the better. With the news of the Forever Stone's fate having now become widespread knowledge - as well it should have been - every isle of Rohandor was holding its breath. Not only that, but the princes of the realms were more skittish for it.
Ariel had tried to insist to Eric that organizing their naval fleet wasn't a priority. Not until things became more clear. In her mind, her husband needed to be at her side. Only when it was absolutely essential that he be proactive in a way that would separate them (she didn't care how briefly) should he actually depart. Eric promised to be back by dawn, and had left two days previously. His wife was left to oversee their kingdom and wander the spacious halls of their castle in solitude.
Eric had even taken Max with him this time, but just because Ariel had insisted. Max had gone with her to Londontown the last time Eric was forced to leave for a day or so. In the redhead's mind, it was Eric's turn to have the mangy canine for company. Ariel had been on one of the upper balconies, initially. Spreading her arms wide, she had let the moonbeams glance off of her pale green evening gown. The sound of the surf - the call of the sea - in concert with the full moon was too much for her, though.
Ariel shimmied down the outer wall of the tower that the balcony protruded from, intent on getting down to the terrace, and then to the shore to reflect, and listen to the song of the ocean. She had done this unorthodox maneuver time and again in the past. No one knew of the ploy, of course, because if they did she wouldn't get away with it again. There were notches in the stone on this part of the tower wall that worked as perfect foot and handholds. Ariel had forgotten to account for the light, misty rain that had fallen that evening.
Her slipper was swept out of a notch by the moisture, and the jerk made her fingers fumble and scrape off of the edge of the place that she held. Uh-oh, was all Ariel had time to think, then gravity grabbed her by the skirts and hauled her down, down down. She had gasped, initially, and though that filled her lungs so she could scream, Ariel did not. She simply tumbled through the night air, eyes wide, hair and gown rippling in torrents of crimson and teal above her.
Fwip-fwip-snap-fwip-CRUNCH!
Ariel blinked. I'm alive? she thought to herself. Miraculously, the princess had fallen through the bows of several sapling palm trees, and landed in a heap on a bedding of greenery within a marble border on the terrace of the palace, in clear sight of tall double glass doors that opened onto the receiving room. Ariel was at a very peculiar angle, with legs spread, arms bent awkwardly about her, gown ripped in several places, and hair not only severely frazzled, but holding twig and leaf within its crimson weave. "Ow," Ariel whispered softly.
The young Gargoyle stared around the room, astonished by all the splendor and the beauty. Princess Katherine had had a few jewels and precious possessions, but nothing like this! This was ... well, quite frankly, it took Angela's breath away. And this was just in the receiving room! What must the rest of the palace look like if the splendor here was so grand!
Matt appeared to be equally as bowled over by the sheer richness of this kingdom, for when Angela turned to talk to him, he was standing in the middle of the room, mouth open. Angela couldn't help but laugh, glad, at least, that she hadn't been the only one impressed with such grandeur.
She turned back to her wanderings through the receiving room, still marveling at ... everything when something caught her eye. Angela turned to look out the double glass doors of the receiving room, the doors that led out onto the grounds.
"I think I saw something outside," she commented over her shoulder to Matt even as she was headed to the doors. If Angela was right about the form she thought she'd saw, then someone had fallen and might be hurt!
Pushing the doors open, Angela made her way out into the moonlight and looked around.
A human would need to take time to allow the eyes to adjust, but night was the domain of the Gargoyles; they fared much better in the natural light provided by the moon than they ever had by candle, fire, or electric light.
Angela made it outside just quickly enough to hear a soft "ow" coming from her right. She turned in the direction she'd heard the word and saw someone laying on the ground, splayed out as though they had just fallen.
The Gargoyle rushed over to the prone figure, peering anxiously at it.
"Are you all right?" she asked, hoping she'd be able to do something or go for help if the answer turned out to be "no."
Ariel - and this was a very believable truth for any who knew her - was very much used to finding herself unceremoniously on the ground. She lay there, ruffled, yes, but otherwise alright. To make sure, the princess began with a quick ritual of which she'd grown accustomed since getting her legs. Rotating her arms, neck and other limbs to see if anything was particularly sore. Ariel was just finishing this process when she heard an unfamiliar voice call out for her, earnestly, but with slight apprehension. "Oh, I'm fine," Ariel chuckled softly as she levered herself onto her feet. Still with her back to the person who'd come to check on her, the woman brushed out her skirts and comically stretched out her back by clasping both hands behind it.
"That's actually the first time I fell off that balcony," Ariel mused to herself. "That balcony" being the operative words. Thus recovered, the princess finally turned around to the person who was on the terrace with her. Only, a tuft of her impressive bangs was blocking her sight, and before Ariel could properly blow them into place with an exhale, she noticed the amount of twigs twined in her hair. "Typical." Ariel started to try to work a particular twig from her bangs, but was only succeeding in getting it more soundly stuck. Halfway through the process, and with tongue sticking in her cheek for focus, she finally saw through the curtain of crimson and the individual that had come to help her.
Bangs quite forgotten, Ariel's blue eyes went wide, sparkling with reflected moonbeams in a show of her curious awe. "Oh my," she whispered, then, much more loudly, "you have wings!" Ariel's breaking grin was caught, and thrown into a wince. This revelation was met with an attempted gesture on the princess's part, which simply knotted both hands in her own hair along with the twig. Ariel grimaced, then tried - without success - to negotiate her palms to one side, so she could see the strange creature, and speak more politely to her. Excitement fizzed in Ariel's rib cage. "How-? That is to say, what-? I mean, did you-?"
The princess kept trying to talk with her hands, which gave an unpleasant spike of pain to her scalp and caused her to rephrase. At last, her shoulders slumped, and she gave a coy smile to the stranger. "I'm stuck," she confessed.
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"Does that mean you've fallen off other balconies?" Angela asked, tilting her head curiously. The way this young woman spoke, it sounded as though she frequently fell off of things. So did Angela (more like leapt off of buildings), but she, at least, had wings!
"Are you sure you're all right?" the young Gargoyle asked again, wanting to be certain that she didn't have to dash off to get help. The other woman seemed to be okay, but humans were much more fragile than Gargoyles and she felt she had to ask.
Angela stared at the young woman, blinking as she watched her get more and more tangled in her own hair.
"I may not be that experienced at this sort of thing (I usually keep my hair back), but I can try to help, if you would like me to?" she offered.
And then she laughed, a smile slipping onto her face.
"Yes, I do have wings," Angela responded, amused. "Most Gargoyles do," she added, almost as an afterthought. Then again, maybe this woman hadn't known she was a Gargoyle until just now; most people, even on the Isle of the Statue) were still skeptical that creatures like Gargoyles even existed. They were more likely to believe in the existence of faeries and unicorns than they were to believe in Gargoyles.
Then she realized that she hadn't introduced herself, an oversight on her part.
"I'm Angela," she said with a smile, hoping that, since she hadn't initially scared the other woman, things would remain this way.
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Ariel took pause at the question directed to her. She blinked once or twice as it dawned on her. Really, she didn't realize how many times she'd fallen off of balconies until asked for a number. Ariel's brow furrowed behind the webbing of tangled hair that was handicapping her. A blush came softly in her cheeks, thankfully unnoticeable in the semi-light - at least, to the human eye. "Well," she said thoughtfully, "no. Mostly just that one." Ariel grinned sheepishly. That was the truth, really. She didn't think diving off of the boardwalk, or tumbling off the terrace at the back of the palace counted.
The princess kept tugging at her hair gently, but it wasn't getting her anywhere. So, when the marvelous stranger offered to help, Ariel bowed her head in mock hopelessness. "Yes, please. I think I'm only getting more tangled." She held out her knotted fingers to the other woman - because all thrilling extremities about the foreigner's appearance aside, the daughter of the ocean knew that it was a woman. Ariel tried to master her curiosity, but when the talons of her unsought company reached up to help her, she couldn't resist a little measure of awe.
"Oh," Ariel said with an air of epiphany, "you're a gargoyle!" Earnest curiosity took the place of mild embarrassment and lit up the princess' face to the point that it nearly outshone the ripe moon above. "I've heard about gargoyles, but I've never actually seen one," she confessed. By the point that her new company thought to introduce herself, their combined effort had extricated one of the redhead's hands from her impressive mane. "Hello, Angela, I'm Ariel." She used that free hand to grasp a fold of her skirt and bob a half-curtsy.
Thought dawned on Ariel, somehow managing to shoulder its way through the excitement of falling off the palace and meeting this new, fantastic person. "I've always wondered what it would be like to fly. But I already traded my fins for feet, so I think I've probably met my limit for fulfilled wishes for one lifetime." Ariel grinned. She'd actually heard about, how in the submerged city of Atlantis - a distant, estranged, forgotten cousin from Atlantica - they had vehicles that zipped through the air effortlessly. Maybe one day she'd get her wish without exchanging her arms for wings, or some other such sacrifice?
Angela concentrated on extricating the redhead's hands from the girl's own hair, being careful to make sure that her talons didn't get caught, as well. She was so focused on the task at hand that she almost missed the woman's comment about the balcony.
The young Gargoyle smiled, shaking her head at the idea that someone could be so .... careless? Then again, hadn't she gotten so wrapped up in a book, before, that she'd almost walked off the edge of the clock-tower? Of course, that was slightly more dangerous than falling off of a balcony. At least this balcony was only a story or two as opposed to the clock-tower's .... many stories.
"It's very nice to meet you, Ariel," Angela murmured, pleased that they'd managed to extract at least one hand from the impressive tangle of red hair.
It seemed that Ariel was quite keen on the idea of flying, which Angela could understand. There wasn't really anything to compare with the feeling of soaring through the air, currents lifting you up even as the wind caressed you.
"Well, Gargoyles can only glide, but if there's a building tall enough, I could show you, if you like?" Angela offered, somewhat shyly. She'd been hoping to make new friends on her journeys, but she was supposed to go to the royal family first.
But maybe she could send Matt to the royal family; she was enjoying this other woman's company. And it was so nice, for a chance, to meet a human whose initial reaction was one of excitement and wonder rather than fear and violence.
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And to think that Ariel thought she would be having a boring evening in while Max and Eric were away! One tumble off of a tower later, and she was meeting one of the most interesting people she'd yet come across since the Pearl Kingdom of the Shell had become part of the realm of Rohandor. Ariel wasn't exactly ecstatic with excitement, she had a little more composure than that... "A little" being the operative words.
By the time that their teamwork had finally wrested Ariel's remaining hand from her tangled tresses, Angela was talking about climbing again. The princess slipped a dinglehopper from a pocket in her skirt and began running it expertly through her hair while Angela spoke, sorting out the knots. Halfway through the routine, Ariel realized what the gargoyle was offering. Her eyes went wide for the fourth time since toppling off the balcony.
"Really?" she asked, torn between surprised glee and disbelief. "That would be amazing!" Ariel looked around curiously, and her eyes locked on the perch from which she'd fallen. The princess gestured toward it and smiled sheepishly. "You can use my balcony? You'll have more luck than me." Ariel was very fond of her idea, and seeing as it was really the only place that would work, she couldn't imagine Angela having a dispute with it.
To that end, Ariel turned on her heel, returning her dinglehopper into its pocket as she went, and was at the tower wall in a few steps. She could have gone through the palace, but then she'd be drilled by the servants about why she was out-of-doors. They were so protective that any moment Ariel was uncounted for (in this case strolling through a side-entrance when she was last seen in her quarters) struck them with a feeling of failed duty. Much easier this way.
"This is the quickest way," Ariel said over her shoulder while fingers and feet slipped into divots that she'd mastered - theoretically - just months after officially moving into the palace. She was envious (in the most lighthearted way) not only of Angela's wings, but of her talons, as well. There would be no worry about falling, or finding suitable hand and footholds with those. Then, if Angela were to fall, her wings would sort that out.
Angela blinked as the young woman she was talking to pulled a fork from her pocket and began drawing it through her hair, the way one would use a brush. Perhaps that was a custom in this land. The Gargoyle didn't say anything; if it was a custom here, it would be rude to say anything along the lines of her current thoughts.
Oh, she wouldn't say anything rude on purpose, but it was better not to mention these things. At least until she knew more about the locals and the things that were considered "normal," in this kingdom.
With a smile an a laugh, Angela shook her head.
"The balcony's not really tall enough to get good currents," she said, looking up at the palace in front of her. "But if we climb to the top of that tower," she pointed, "that should be perfect."
As Ariel had already started climbing, Angela followed suit, unfurling her wings for better balance.
"Once we get to the balcony, I can carry you the rest of the way," she offered. It wouldn't do for her new human friend to fall off of the wall when they were quite a bit higher than the balcony from which she'd fallen.
Ariel paused around ten feet above the terrace when Angela explained that the balcony wouldn't be sufficient enough to really grant her flight. Altogether the princess was still dazzled by the idea. Of course, "flight" always seemed like a magical ability, out of reach to the point that no laws of reality should really lay hold on them in most daydreamer's minds. Kind of like how most who fantasized about merpeople thought that every sea creature were their most cherished friends; they'd never seen an angry shark, or incensed cephalopod. Similarly, Ariel had never truly taken the time to think of the power of flight as anything less than a mystical talent incapable of being rightly explained.
Scientifically though, now that she thought on what Angela said, and saw her wings in relation to her body, it did make sense. Ariel's moment of halting was quickly ended when she noticed that Angela was unfurling her wings and beginning to follow the princess up. She lingered for a moment longer, until the maiden gargoyle began explaining why she was following. That seemed logical enough too. The height that the primary tower of the castle offered should do the trick. It was the tallest point around, after all. If it didn't suffice Ariel didn't think that she'd be given the chance to see Angela truly fly.
When her unlikely friend went on to suggest carrying Ariel from the balcony, her blue eyes widened. "Are you sure?" she asked over her shoulder. She was trying not to sound too surprised or disbelieving. Angela wouldn't have offered if it wasn't an actual option, she told herself. Ariel just couldn't help but think that carrying someone up a tower in whatever way could be anything but cumbersome. Ariel knew she didn't match Ursula pound-for-pound but she didn't think that she was that light. The princess was positively fine trying her luck with ascending in like manner to as she was going now all the way to the top. She was about to say so too when her foot slipped again.
Ariel was left to cling with her hands alone for a moment before she slipped her feet back into their divots. With a sigh of relief, she thought better of volunteering to go all the way on her own power. "As long as it's not too much trouble," she amended with feigned nonchalance and secret gratitude. Ariel was just hoisting herself over the ivy-twined railing of the balcony when another thought struck her, linked to the train that began once she started thinking of "flying" more realistically. "The wind coming off of the ocean will probably help. With the flying, I mean. The tower's blocking us from it where we are now."
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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
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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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