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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As many knew already the world had gone through a massive geographical transformation practically overnight, combining dozens of cities once thought fictional and rumors were common that the greatest villains of all these realms and cities had banded together to form an alliance of pure evil. There were some people that didn't let this interfere with their need to have some fun once in a while. In this case the protector of the jungle and king of the apes, Tarzan. As far as his daily patrol told him there was little if anything to interest criminal types in the jungles, other than a few poachers which Tarzan could handle easily.
Quickly and effortlessly he scaled the thick tree trunks, pushing aside the leaves and coming to a stop on a wider section of a branch to look over his destination. The area ahead was full of great climbing and swinging routes for beginners or experts. Best of all there was no risk thanks to a criss crossing series of strong yet spongy vines lower down acting as a natural safety net. Terk had shown Tarzan this place when they were growing up and the young human wanted to emulate his cousin, the best way to fit in with his adopted family as far as he knew. The only danger to the 'net' was the risk of getting tangled up in it like some kind of massive spider web, so the children made sure never to play alone or risk getting stranded for who knows how long. However if someone did get stuck they would likely only receive help on the whims of the playmate that was with them, usually the promise to scavenge a few meals or be 'it' in the next game. No harm done in any case.
Today Tarzan intended to introduce this area to the figure currently pursuing him. He waited until his 'predator' was reasonably close then jumped off the branch, swinging off a few more and hiding himself among the foliage and looking back to see if they managed to follow. A little practical lesson on trying to keep up with the man who had been doing this his whole life. Using his old proving grounds made him feel a little more at ease with being the prey, though not without a feeling of invincibility.
"You able to keep up or am I too fast for you?"
ooc: Trying to keep this open for anyone, stranger/familiar, friend/foe to join in, any reason you can think of for following Tarzan XD. If needed I'll edit to make it fit better once someone joins.
Last Edit: Oct 16, 2013 16:26:34 GMT -5 by Tarzan: More apt thread title.
TWO DAYS AGO. Esmeralda was dozing on her nest of feathered pillows and covers, when she was rudely interrupted. Trying to sleep in when you lived in the Court of Miracles was nearly impossible, but with how tired she had been getting in the night before (early that morning, honestly), she was willing to try. Even with the large majority of the Court's inhabitants out trying to scrape together a living in Paristown during the daylight hours, women, children, the elderly and the sloth stayed within the relative safety of their people's haven. Sleep was taken from her when there came a noticeable commotion above the general clatter of talk and action in the Court.
To start, all Esmeralda did after registering the noise was grab one of the nearest pillows in her tent and cover her head with it stubbornly. Not until Djali had come to rouse her, and the subsequent tug-of-war over the pillow that ended in a ripped case and a cascading rain of feathered stuffing did Esmeralda finally rise from her bed, glaring at the goat, who simply looked disdainfully back. "Fine! What is it?" Djali gave a roll of his eyes, then a pointed prod of his whiskered chin toward the flap of her tent, and beyond, to the source of the commotion. "This had better be good," she grumbled, casting off her coverlets with a flourish.
Outside, in the intersection between several tents, was young Finella and a group of her friends, in jostling awe toward the too-large exotic fur that was draped over her malnourished shoulders. Esmeralda was taken aback for a moment, then her bright green eyes narrowed at the sprawl of spots on that pelt. "And where did you find that, Finella?" The group of children turned, struck by the radical fear that all children felt when caught in the act of wrongdoing. Most of the onlookers bolted, but those who could master their impulses, or otherwise knew Esmeralda's generally mischievous disposition, remained. Finella among them, eyes wide, and lip already trembling.
"Uh-uh," Esmeralda scorned lightly, twitching a finger back and forth as she came nearer, "I taught you that trick, remember?" Finella looked contemplative, then huffed, and abandoned all feigned innocence for impressed stubbornness. Esmeralda began walking around the young girl, plucking at the pelt in interest. "Some new stall in the market," Finella said defiantly. Typical for a gypsy child. They knew how to stay vague and elusive from a young age. Esmeralda's scrutiny was interrupted by surprise. "It's real," she said. She could hardly believe her own eyes. This was a leopard. Esmeralda only knew the name of the creature because she'd seen a noble wear a cape trimmed in its pelt as a girl, and Clopin had told her.
Leopards were exotic. Even in Rohandor, the animals were many Isles away, and just as expensive. No gypsy girl should be able to get their hands on the genuine article. At least... not through morally sound avenues.
Esmeralda grasped Finella's shoulder and turned the pouting girl toward her. Bending over to be on eye level, the jade-eyed woman fixed her most stern expression on. "Finella... Did you steal it?" The little girl didn't look elusive now. Or guilty. She looked indignant. "No, I did not!" Finella stomped one foot and flung her fists down at her sides to emphasis her point. "I'm smart'r 'n that, Esmeralda, and you know it! If I nicked some'thin this 'spensive, I wouldn't last ten minutes without being caught!" Esmeralda eyed Finella warily, probing her for signs of sincerity. She was telling the truth, though, which worried her more.
That meant that Finella had managed to purchase a pricey bit of leopard coat on her measly allowance of scrounged up tokens from working on the street.
Something didn't sound right.
"Show me where you bought it."
YESTERDAY. "This doesn't make any sense."
Djali looked up from devouring the random hat that he'd found on the cobbled street, less than enthused to be interrupted. Esmeralda was hunkered down behind a parked wagon whose wares were being displayed at the nearest stall, looking at the canvas-covered establishment that was drawing an unreasonably-large crowd nearby. The stall itself was boasting a large array of exotic items, priced reasonably. Foolishly, Esmeralda thought. The sellers didn't know the going rates of their items. They were pricing them as if they were easy to come by. At least they were learning. The price had already skyrocketed since Finella had bought her scrap of leopard, but were still far under what they should be.
"I haven't even seen half of those hides, not-to-mention the amount of ivory they're displaying." Esmeralda was voicing facts. But really they were just there to prop up her gut instinct, which was mostly instinctual, but spurned onward after she'd seen the vendors. They weren't natives, that was certain, and to be expected alongside everything else. Bristling with muscle, faces locked in permanent scowls, and a wardrobe that befitted the terrain where their wares originated from instead of the overcast beginnings of a Paris autumn.
"There isn't anywhere they should be able to be storing all of this... Whenever one piece is bought, they pop in that tent behind the stall and come out with another." Djali gave a huff, and turned his back on Esmeralda, who was beyond paying attention to the goat. Her inquisitiveness had taken her by the hand. "I'm gonna find out what's going on behind this," Esmeralda muttered, scowling.
LAST NIGHT. Djali was standing guard. Once Esmeralda watched the vendors amble off in a raucous group toward the nearest pub, she'd decided to take her chance and get a look at what was inside that tent. She highly doubted it was piles and piles of ivory and pelts. Esmeralda paused when she grasped the two sides of the tent flap in each hand and took a deep breath, stealing herself - and her excitement - for whatever lay inside. "Here goes nothing..." With a dramatic gesture, she cast both edges aside and stepped in the relative dim of the tent... "What on earth...?"
No pelts. No ivory. Just a dusty crate with a shadow cast on it from a strange hunk of frosted green crystal that hung from the canvas ceiling on a cord of copper wire. Esmeralda took measured steps toward the crate. She knew she shouldn't, but that strange dangling crystal was so peculiar... it had to be something. The gypsy reached up with dark fingers, centimeters from brushing the stone... "Baaaaah!" Esmeralda reacted at once. She tucked into a diagonal roll that ended with her crouched in one shaded nook of the tent. Slipping out entirely was too big a gamble. She didn't know where the vendors were.
"Baaaaah!"
"Stupid goat. Get outta here!"
Esmeralda's fingers curled into fists. The sound of impact, grunt of pain, profound cursing, and clip-clop of escaping hooves on cobblestone made her smile, though. Conversation grew louder, and Esmeralda bowed her head, knowing that in this semi-light, with the hooded cloak she wore, pressed against the canvas at her back, she would be difficult to pick out. Besides, if Esmeralda was discovered she could easily escape... The opportunity to see the vendors do whatever it was they did in the tent was too good to pass up.
Conversation picked up in volume following the scattered snickers that preceded Djali's move, and then the tent flap opened. "We made a fortune in just one day being open," one man said over his flask. "I say we double the prices. The rate Fang and Striker are getting us merchandise." Esmeralda wrinkled her nose. The smell of alcohol that followed the three men like a cloud was overwhelming. "Double? Why not triple?" By now they were all in the tent, and she wasn't found out yet. They were casually crowding around the strange crystal. Now the last one spoke. "I'll just be glad to get out of this disgusting climate."
"You like that humid, blistering heat instead of this?" The one being asked spit on the ground near Esmeralda's feet (she cringed) and answered. "It's not the climate, it's more the smell of crap that this whole city has about it, and the crappy people, and the crappy beer... Just the general crap, really." Esmeralda was about to slip out of the tent, having held her breath for a good twenty seconds now, then... "Just turn the stupid whatsit on." The one with the flask reached up and flicked the crystal.
The thing lit up, and suddenly the three men were lost in a nebula of green-and-yellow pinpricks of light. Esmeralda just had enough time to gasp when the phenomenon caught her on its edges, and pulled her in...
RIGHT NOW. She stood on mossy, spongy earth, undergrowth sprawling all around her, heat making her skirt unbearable, sunlight streaming through a canopy so far away she had to guess that it was there, bracketed by webs of vines strung between the labyrinth of tree branches above. Esmeralda blinked. "When will I learn?"
Tarzan was distracted from his game by a bright green flash and a series of sounds coming from the ground. Like something was thrown onto the grass and caused a few birds to scatter. Briefly he wondered if it was Jane or the Professor looking for him, Tantor would have been much louder and Terk would prefer to use the trees to get around. Dropping to the underside of his branch he tried to get a good look, failing to see anything.
"Darn, just when I found this great hiding spot too." He muttered to himself.
Dropping to the next branch down and then again to the next the jungle protector began his descent. Years of practise allowed him to work with speed and silence as he slid down the main tree trunk, held up just by his fingers gripping into grooves in the bark. Using his legs he kicked off into a jump and grabbed a vine, sliding down through the 'safety net' to just a few feet above ground level. He stopped suddenly when he saw a woman standing around looking confused. This wasn't Jane, the hair was the wrong colour and she had more of a tanned skin tone. Not to mention the bright purple and the flowy clothing, anyone living in the jungle would know that was the best way to snag on something. He inverted himself and quietly climbed further down the vine coming to a stop just behind her. For about a minute Tarzan just hung there upside down trying to think of the best way to greet the newcomer.
Best play it safe, remember the first meeting with someone like you? The screaming and hitting?How about those et-e-cut lessons the Porters were always trying to teach him. A handshake maybe?
Tarzan extended one hand out just behind her awaiting the similar action he was sure to recieve in return, still hanging upside down (the lessons never covered vertical orientation) and began the meeting.
"Um. Hello."
ooc: Okay, this might not fit in perfectly with my first post. I'll try to think of a way to edit that one later.
Esmeralda wasn't stupid. Disoriented, a little nauseous, maybe, not not stupid.
Immediately after landing in the middle of some forsaken jungle, there was a long drawn out moment where Esmeralda's vision was doubled. The dank inside of the gem-lit tent in Paristown pressed flimsily over, and superimposed upon the lush junglescape. After blinking several times, and rubbing her watering eyes, Esmeralda recovered, and took the opportunity to confusedly look over her surroundings. She was, believe it or not, very underwhelmed by the feat. Not in denial, or anything. Magic had become more than sleight of hand and superstition since Paristown became part of Rohandor. There were wizards and witches and whatsits popping out of the woodwork now.
The gypsies were indifferent about the new involvement, too. Yes, it did make haggling and navigating the markets a more cautious affair, in case anything mystic was set in opposition of you, but already Esmeralda's people had begun cultivating genuine magical artifacts, which sold for small fortunes.
No. Esmeralda wasn't overly stunned by the revelation that she had been magically transported to some jungle-like isle in Rohandor. Even less so when, after deciding it was a jungle, she immediately put two and two together. So this was how those hunters - poachers, more aptly - were getting such expensive pelts so quickly, and never running out of stock. Esmeralda scowled at the thought, even through her wonderment at her surroundings. She had spent her entire life within Paristown. There were a few excursions to the Parisian countryside for various purposes, but never into anything remotely this wild and carnal.
Esmeralda was still turning slowly on the spot, sweat already beginning to bead her brow, when a soft sound met her ears. Here, in the jungle (she was certain just half a minute in) sounds of life were everywhere. All the time. The chatter of fauna, the caw and call of exotic birds, and the ever-present sound of water dripping through canopies, pooling in channels that webbed the forest floor. Above that, though - and, more importantly, almost directly above - Esmeralda heard something else. Or, something more distinct, at least.
She whirled about, knees bending, fists coming up beside her, ready to defend herself. Esmeralda didn't think on what it could be in that moment between hearing, and readying a fighting stance. Hopefully not some lethal native animal that would end her impromptu excursion into the wild before it properly began. Maybe one of the poachers, in which case it would be Esmeralda against an arsenal of weaponry built to kill creatures five times her size. Whatever the variable, few were at all positive, or optimistic. That could have been why the gypsy's mind subconsciously blocked routes to acknowledging that worrisome truth.
Esmeralda had hardly begun to look fierce when she stopped to look in slight awe, and overbearing surprise instead. There, sliding through a labyrinth of vines strung between the trees, was a man with slender muscle cording over his body. Brown hair in a matted mane fell on bare shoulders, and matched the only piece of clothing that Esmeralda could say the fellow wore - a loin cloth that managed to maintain his decency. Barely. In the life that the woman had been forced to lead, she had seen many seedy things, and the Court of Miracles, as well as her people in general, did not cling to the stuffy societal standards of the upper class.
Even so, the sight of a sparsely dressed man in this waste, navigating the canopies like her friend, Loaja's pet chimp, made a little color come to her tanned cheeks. Esmeralda backed away as he neared, evidently seeking her out. Her eyes narrowed after their widening in surprise, caution resurfacing. The man appeared unarmed, but any who were physically able to do what he was at that moment didn't really need a weapon, did they? I don't need a weapon either, Esmeralda thought cheekily, a bid to inspire self-confidence.
The man came within several feet, and swung easily down, hair tumbling to hang from his scalp as he swayed upside-down before Esmeralda. He offered a hand, and spoke with the careful, spaced phrasing of someone with an accent they were still trying to master. The gypsy woman eyed the hand warily, but try as she might she couldn't detect anything other than earnest innocence in the man's brown eyes. "Hi," Esmeralda said guardedly, drawing out the word as she gingerly grasped the hand, made awkward from the angle.
The newcomer turned startled when Tarzan greeted her. When she raised her fists for a second he worried that she was going to attack him, thankfully it didn't come to that. He studied her reactions as she in turn studied him, noting her switch between aggression and suprise to confusion and shyness. In many ways the situation was similar to his first meeting with Jane, though this time Tarzan knew enough about other humans not to go poking, prodding and comparing hands. She returned his handshake shortly after and he gently raised and lowered it to complete the greeting. It was at this point he noticed the shiny things on her wrist and how they jingled when her arm moved. He continued the handshake a little longer than necessary to experiment, she wore a similar jingly thing on her ear and a whole string of them on her skirt. She must be a first time traveller to the jungle to wear such things, all the noise would attract attention. He tried to imitate the jingling, picking it up pretty quickly before he remembered he was supposed to introduce himself.
"I'm Tarzan. What's your name?
His ears picked up as he heard a branch move. Just a few feet away a snake crawled out from the undergrowth towards the two, though the girl was in the most danger at ground level. Moving his hand to grip further down her arm while at the same time raising his legs up the vine he pulled upwards lifting her off the ground just as the snake snapped at her ankle. He continued his one handed shimmy further up until he found a thick horizontal branch, lowering the newcomer onto the branch before dropping on himself a few feet away in an ape like all fours stance. He shuffled forwards on his knuckles to continue the conversation.
"Sorry. They're not too friendly recently. Someone has been killing a lot of animals around the jungle and it's made them angry around humans."
It didn't occur to Tarzan that the woman he was talking to could potentially be one of the people hurting the animals (not that she was of course). Even with the new realms appearing Tarzan hadn't taken the opportunity to travel and meet the many other kinds of humans in the world. As far as his experience had taught him, good people were beautiful, smart and kind like Jane whilst bad people were like Clayton, wide chested, loud and only measuring a person by their willingness to kill and take from others. So by applying this criteria to the newcomer, she was a good person.
Maybe she had seen the hunters when she arrived in the jungle. All Tarzan knew about them from the animals is that they came from nowhere and killed their friends and family quickly with strange shiny weapons before taking the bodies and disappearing again. Kala and Terk had passed word around the other gorillas, making sure noone travelled alone while Tantor was trusted with helping herd the elephants around. The other animals like the large cats kept to themselves but were probably using the same methods to avoid the hunters. Unfortunatly, like the snake, any human in the jungle was under suspicion these days.
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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Owen Burnett/Puck: Checked the site again and saw the update! Here's hoping to a revitalized 2022.
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