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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The only female Gargoyle in the Manhattan Clan stood at the top of a building, leaning on the railing around the roof as she gazed out at the Manhattan skyline. Her wings were fully extended as she rested her head on her hand, lost in thought.
Tonight was no different from any other night Angela chose to seek solitude; she was thinking about her mother.
Was Demona really the lost cause that Goliath thought her to be? Yes, she'd done her share of vile things in her life, but she was over 1,000 years old; it had to be hard to have lived that long.
And she'd helped the Clan out, from time to time; didn't that count for something? She'd saved all of their lives from Thailog.
Of course, they wouldn't have been in that mess in the first place without Demona, but at least she'd helped to get them free.
Angela had made the mistake of telling her mother she hated her, then, and it had almost been the last thing she told her.
Thankfully, Demona hadn't perished in the fire, but that moment still haunted Angela, occasionally.
It was clear that Demona cared for her....; maybe she could help turn her around. It was at least worth a shot....wasn't it?
It had to be.
Which was the real reason Angela was on this rooftop, tonight. She needed to talk to her mother, and hopefully, it would be the start of helping Demona to see things from a different perspective.
((OOC: Sorry about the lame title. And I hope this is all right! I just had the idea for the thread and it wouldn't go away. I'm figuring that this could actually be before Soaring Sentries, if we want it to be, but after's fine, too. <3))
Demona growled angrily as she collected the pieces of the shattered Praying Gargoyle. She hadn't looked forward to returning to this place but she knew she had to. The pieces of the broken statue made from actual stone Gargoyle skin would eventually knit themselves back together and she needed to make sure she kept it somewhere safe until that time came. The memories of how Goliath once again had ruined everything replayed in her mind. Couldn't he see how her vision for the future granted them and their kind freedom? Freedom from this world that didn't understand and wouldn't accept them? Freedom from the cursed Hunters who had almost killed their daughter?
She growled again and her eyes flashed. Goliath also continued to use their daughter against her and that infuriated her more than she was willing to admit. Not only did he continue to poison Angela's mind with his human sympathizing drabble, but he KNEW she wouldn't do anything to harm their daughter and as a result he often threw her into the line of fire in order to try and distract her or somehow foil her plan. Demona's sharp talon scratched and cracked the floor of the cathedral in her anger and frustration as she reached to pick up the final piece from the ground.
As she tossed the fragment into the small pouch attached to her belt, she wondered again why no one from her clan could see things from her perspective. The human race were blatantly violent, petty, selfish, ignorant, and cruel to their kind. Even in the short amount of time the rest of the clan had been awakened from their stone sleep it had been apparent. Why did they refuse to see?
Demona simply shoved those thoughts aside for now. There was no point in dwelling on things she could not change. The important thing now was to find the last part of the Praying Gargoyle. Not fragments of the creature's stone skin, she'd collected those already, but the power source inside them that fueled the magical regeneration. The blue Atlantean crystal.
One advantage to living forever, and not requiring much sleep, was the unlimited time one possessed. Demona had poured over countless books over her centuries of life to confirm or deny the existence of the long lost city of Atlantis. Though she had never journeyed down to see it for herself, she'd come across passages alluding to some sort of power source and crystals connected to it.
She'd hoped that perhaps the expedition to attempt to locate Atlantis would shed some light on the crystals as well as offer her a potential way to get to the lost civilization so she could visit it herself, but unfortunately the mission had failed and they'd lost a number of the crew along with the Shepard's Journal leaving Demona to continue her research on her own.
In a corner of the room a soft blue light was glowing and Demona quickly scampered over to it, and snatched up the small crystal. It was shear luck and chance that she had discovered this one inside the statue and even now debated the possibilities that its power offered. But for now she needed to get clear of New York Town. Not only was her former clan patrolling more than ever, but those infernal Quarrymen seemed to be hiding around every corner.
Climbing back out the way she'd come, Demona sprang from the roof of the Cathedral. Letting her wings catch the wing she allowed the air currents to carry her higher into the air and away from the dangers this place presented.
Angela was deep in thought, trying to figure out ways that she could help her mother when a shadow passed across the moon. The Gargoyle tensed, ready for a possible attack.
When she realized that it was another Gargoyle, she ran rapidly through the list of the Clan, remembering where Goliath had sent each of them on patrol that night. If she remembered correctly, it couldn't be any of them. Goliath had sent the others in a completely different direction. She'd asked him for a few hours off so that she could consider her thoughts and he had granted her request.
The time was nearing when she needed to rejoin the Clan on patrol, but she had to investigate, first. After all, it could be another Gargoyle she'd never met or (and even she admitted that this was wishful thinking) it could be her mother.
She took a running start and leapt off of the building, feeling out the air currents until she found an updraft.
Using the currents, Angela made her way higher, trying to match the speed of the other Gargoyle, to at least see if she knew who it was.
And then, suddenly, she realized that it was Demona.
"Mother!" she called out, trying to keep just how hopeful she was out of her voice.
Though clear nights made for easy flying, it certainly didn’t make for inconspicuous flying. It wasn’t so bad flying even on a clear night back before the gargoyles were exposed to the world because they could still be mistaken for birds or other paraphernalia that belonged in the sky. Plus people weren’t actively looking for them.
Now of course that was not the case. Demona herself had less reason to be worried than the others when it came to encountering the Quarrymen simply because she couldn’t be killed. But then on the other hand that almost could make things worse for her. She was certain that torturing her wouldn’t be below them and what a gift for the barbaric humans- A subject that would never die. Along with that, she didn’t need them discovering her human counterpart. At least as Dominique she was free to roam the streets during the day without worry.
For all those reasons and more Demona remained vigilant. Her eyes swept back and forth across the ground searching for any and all unusual activities below. She would not allow the Quarrymen to sneak up on or otherwise surprise her while in her own territory. Especially not with the magical blue crystal in her possession.
Whether it was due to the clear night, her extra vigilance, or the fact that Demona just always assumed that someone was out to get her she was quickly aware that there was someone following her. She could barely make out the form in her peripheral vision. It seemed to be another gargoyle though whether it was one from Goliath’s clan, one of Xanatos’ robots, or something new she couldn’t yet identify. As the figure began to gain on her Demona contemplated trying to simply outrun and attempt lose her pursuer in the buildings below or turn and confront them to make sure they didn’t follow her home.
Demona glanced over her shoulder when she heard a voice call out to her because she was certain that she had misheard. "Angela?" She spoke the name in quiet confusion as she continued on her way unsure what circumstances lead her daughter to this pursuit. The elder gargoyle immediately surveyed the sky around her, unwilling to believe that Angela was there on her own and refused to let her daughter be used to distract her.
Her confusion and suspicion only grew when she noted that the sky around her remained clear. Demona glanced back at Angela again if only to make sure it was still her. And that she hadn't imagined her. She adjusted her wings to slow her speed but not enough for her to start descending. She didn't know what Angela could possibly want with her. Their last encounter hadn't exactly ended well. Though Demona herself could hardly be blamed for that. Her plan would have spared gargoyles everywhere. It was Goliath that had smashed the praying gargoyle and put Angela in danger, not she.
Demona had nothing but contempt for the Manhattan Clan. Goliath in particular. They had sided against their own kind. Taken the side of those humans. Even now they were working with two of those fool hunters! But Angela herself was a different story entirely. Not quite willing to land just yet and give up a chance at a potentially faster escape, Demona continued along at her slower pace to allow Angela to catch up with her. If she could only be made to see all the horrible things they were capable of, all the things they'd done to Demona over the years, maybe she would be able to understand where the others could not.
OOC: I lost where I was going with this post halfway through apparently lol! Let me know if I need to fix anything. (Or if I need to add anything.)
Demona slowed down, Angela presumed, to allow the younger Gargoyle to catch up with her. Knowing what she did of her mother, Angela knew that she probably thought this was some sort of trap. She was going to have to reassure her that, no, she wasn't setting her up. Angela really did just want to talk.
But how was she going to manage that? Demona was already wary and Angela hadn't even said anything.
This whole mission seemed hopeless, right from the start.
Angela refused to give up on her mother, though; so many already had. As her only daughter, shouldn't Angela keep trying, until the very end?
The younger Gargoyle caught up with her mother, a smile slipping onto her face as she came abreast of the mother she so longed to know better, longed to understand.
"It's just me," she said, hoping that Demona would believe her. "I'm glad you're all right," Angela murmured, quite earnestly. She'd been worried that something could have happened to her, with the Forever Stone having been breached. Well, that and the fact that many of the people in New York Town had started actively looking for Gargoyles, which made things .... that much more dangerous.
Even with Angela's reassurances that she was alone, Demona couldn't help another few glances around and intended to stay vigilant throughout this entire interaction. From the few encounters she'd had with Angela, with her daughter, she got the impression that she was a very honorable being, something Demona found herself unusually proud of considering some of her own life choices. She believed that her daughter thought she was alone, but if Angela'd come out with the intent of locating Demona, there was always a chance she might have been followed.
Finally she looked back at her daughter with a thoughtful almost knowing expression. "I'm not that easy to get rid of," Demona remarked smoothly to Angela's voiced relief at her safety. She herself didn't know exactly what had become of the lost years of her life except that she had supposedly been imprisoned in an eternal sleep. It was something she didn't like to think about and had already pushed it from her mind. It wouldn't be the first time she'd lost a chunk of time in her life. Though she certainly wouldn't mind getting revenge on those responsible, she was more inclined to resume her plans to do away with all of humanity. Chances were, she'd get whoever had trapped her along with the humans. If not? She had an eternity to figure it out.
She paused before continuing, "Frankly, I'm surprised to hear you say that. I didn't think any of you approved of my last attempt to rid the world of the human plague." Demona didn't feel any need to sugar coat her words. Angela knew what she was just as much as the others did. There was no point in trying to put on any sort of act. Much like the time when she had managed to convince Brooklyn to help her and then revealed her true intentions to ensnare Goliath, the jig was up as they say. It would do nothing but waste her energy to attempt to pretend otherwise or even try to explain herself.
Angela smiled a bit at her mother's words, glad that she wasn't that easy to get rid of. She sometimes forgot that Demona was magically linked to the human Macbeth, which meant that the only way she could die was at his hands.
Either way, and despite Demona's continued desire to rid the world of humans, Angela was glad she was all right. No matter what she did, Demona was still her mother, still part of Angela's family, her clan. Goliath might not welcome her in the clan anymore, but to Angela, she was part of it. And she would do her best to help her mother, even at cost to herself.
The younger Gargoyle glanced over at Demona, trying to read her expression. But Demona had been alive for far too long to allow herself to be read like a book; even her own daughter had trouble gauging her true feelings.
"I don't approve of your plans or your methods," she said simply. "But you're still my mother and I care about you."
Angela paused for a moment, trying to phrase her next words very carefully.
"Aren't you tired of fighting, Mother?" Angela asked, her question sincere. She knew that Goliath was tired of having to fight Demona at every turn, even though this feud had only started ... recently. Angela couldn't imagine having lived as long as her mother had and not being tired of the constant fighting.
"I know you won't come back to the clan, not after everything that has happened between you and my father, but maybe you could come back to me? If you tell me why you hate humans so much, maybe I'll start to understand."
Yes, Angela had tried this sort of thing before, when Demona had been locked up in the Mutate Clan's hands, but it couldn't hurt to try again. If it ended up being a waste of time....at least she'd tried.
Demona continued forward as Angela glided along beside her. Her world-weary eyes darted back and forth and around, surveying the area. Though she was starting to become confident in the idea that she and Angela were not being followed at that moment, she couldn’t help remaining vigilant. No, she couldn’t die at anyone’s hands but Macbeth’s but there were certainly worse things than death.
There was always danger for her. Enemies at every turn. In her life she’d been constantly running. There was always someone chasing her, hunting her. Even her former clan were counted among her enemies. Angela was wrong. She would return to them- to her clan- that very day if they would finally accept that humans were the enemy, not herself. It was Goliath and his human sympathizing ways that kept her apart from her kind.
It was a foolish sentiment to ask if she was tired of fighting. Her tolerance for bloodshed was not the issue. “If I don’t fight for our clan, for our kind, who will?” She demanded, “You’ve seen for yourself- experienced for yourself- how ruthless the humans can be. These Quarrymen are simply proof of what I’ve been saying all along. Humans fear what they do not understand. They are more likely to kill and destroy rather than listen. Goliath will not understand or accept this and it will most likely be the death of him. Or the death of those in his charge.”
Demona swooped down towards a nearby tower. Flying without a destination was causing the pair of them to be too conspicuous and vulnerable. She continued speaking once they’d halted their flight, turning to her daughter and taking her by the shoulders, “Long ago, I was dying. Old and frail I couldn’t protect our clan. I made a pact. A trade to regain my youth so I could protect my clan always. I will honor that pledge no matter what. Even when they can’t see what needs to be done. No matter how weary I might be of all of it. It is my purpose. My responsibility.”
Only Demona and one other had seen the centuries pass. Only she could see the big picture. In some regards she could understand and forgive the others for not understanding but that wasn’t enough for them to sway her own opinions with their youth and ignorance. She dropped her arms but still gazed unwavering into Angela’s eyes, “All you have to do is open a history book to see how violent and bloodthirsty the humans are. If you can’t see the danger humans present even now, then I don’t think there is anything I can say to convince you. All they know how to do is destroy.”
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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.
Aug 13, 2018 15:22:59 GMT -5
Dodger: Happy 2019 everyone
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