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!
HEA is an AU canon-only animated crossover Disney Play-By-Post Role Play with minimal word count.
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She mulled over those two words, expression quizzical, if a bit crestfallen while she walked down one of the upper corridors of the palace. That was the excuse that Elsa had given her just a spare minute ago when the princess had suggested a morning of togetherness with her older sister. "'Meee timmme'," she repeated, dragging out the syllables, as if learning them for the first time. Anna was familiar with the concept, really. She just didn't see why anyone would want it. Her entire life, until several months before, had been "me time." Personally, Anna had had enough "me time" for the rest of her years.
"'Me time.'" This time Anna said it simply and assertively, fixing a no-nonsense expression on her face even while her eyes continued to rove the carpets that she tread on. She... She guessed that it was understandable. Elsa's isolation while she grew was a different sort than Anna's. Self-inflicted and, well, a lot more complicated than her own. While Anna had always craved companionship and socialization that was denied her, Elsa consciously shunted off human contact to protect those around her. Not having to worry about that anymore was a big change, Anna knew.
She tried, really, (very hard, in fact) to not be overbearing or too invasive. The concern was probably silly, but Anna was just so very worried that she would do something to disrupt the new relationship she and Elsa now boasted. That was why, when the queen said those two words that the princess was still parroting to herself, Anna hadn't pushed it. She'd been a little taken aback, but let it drop. Not before, Anna thought with a wince retrospectively, her excitement had cut Elsa off several times, forcing her to get loud enough to break through Anna's earnestness.
The princess was halfway down the grand circular stair of the palace when her brow stopped being furrowed. In fact, it smoothed out in dismissive conclusion. Anna finally looked ahead of herself rather than at the floor and her chin set mulishly, if a bit mischievously. "Me time!" she said, lastly and with a smile. One of the passing staff was surprised by the outburst and nearly dropped the stack of linens she carried. Anna was (typically) completely unaware. "Yeah. I can do that."
When Princess Anna reached the entrance hall of the castle, she did a kind of dance. She'd teeter uncertainly on the spot, make off in one direction, only to turn on her heel and teeter again, trying to decide where her "me time" would be. Anna might have been lost to the act until lunch, if she hadn't noticed two guards posted nearby watching her, greatly perplexed. Feeling warmth rise in her cheeks, Anna made for the front entrance, directly before her, feigning (poorly) as if she'd intended to go that way all the time.
Ten minutes later, Anna stood on the bank that Elsa had used to flee the castle on her coronation day, without any real recollection of how she'd got there. Or a reason to be there besides. She bobbed on her feet, looking out over the busy fjord. "Yup," Anna said, nodding smugly to herself, "this is going great." She drew up one hand and gestured forward with it fluidly while she said, "I'm smooth. I'm chill. Just... Hanging out with my-" Anna was putting a great deal of effort into appearing nonchalant and "cool" when her eyes fell on something at the edge of the bank.
"-Oh?" Anna tilted her head. The sun was making something gleam just beneath the water in the shallows. After a beat of confusion, the princess hurried forward to get a better look at it. Heedless of what the water would do to her boots or skirts, Anna splashed forward. Her anxiousness always got the better of her, though. Anna tripped on a stone just beneath the surface, and in the act of correcting herself so she wouldn't fall entirely, she kicked the object of her curiosity. Hard.
The obsidian thing surged out of the water, bounced off of a rock on the bank, and soared right at Anna. Reflexively, she brought up both hands to catch it against her middle. The midnight item was so heavy, and had been going so fast, that the act also knocked the wind clean out of the young woman. "Well, that was very unexpected," Anna wheezed, barely more than a whisper. She wobbled, then sat down roughly, her bottom on dry land, but submerging nearly up to her knees in water.
What Princess Anna did not have time to register was that the thing she now held was a lamp of strange make. Or that, as she sat down, her bare hand rubbed its side.
(Note: Minor Elsa powerplay with consent from Jen)
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Once again, Jafar was trapped in his lamp, waiting. Always the incessant waiting. At least this time, he didn't have that blasted bird taking up what precious little space there was in the lamp.
Of course, there still wasn't that much room in this wretched container, but it was more than he'd had before.
He wasn't sure what had happened; that Queen Narissa had seemed so promising; she, too, wanted revenge on those who had defeated her. They could have made a good team, but here he was, trapped in his lamp again, surrounded by ... water, if he was correct.
Which was better than sand, he had to admit. Sand got everywhere, even if one tried to protect against it. At least with water, it wasn't as ... irritating.
And then, he felt himself (or rather, his lamp) go flying, ricochet off of something, and then a person's "ooof" as they apparently caught his lamp.
Jafar heaved a sigh, waiting impatiently to be free of this blasted thing once more.
Thankfully, he didn't have to wait too terribly long as that by now familiar tugging sensation pulled him out of the lamp to look down on a land he'd never seen before, a land that was lush and green, surrounded by water.
And the person clutching his lamp this time was no more than a girl. A pathetic-looking girl at that.
"Who dares to disturb my slumber?" he demanded, hiding how grateful he was to be out of the bloody lamp.
Now, the thirty pounds worth of lamp to the gut had been a surprise. Not a good one, either. Anna was not a fan of accidentally giving herself the Heimlich maneuver with sunken treasure. What came next, though, definitely blew that nasty little incident out of the water in terms of unexpectedness. Anna had just blinked past the most of the daze that the blow to her solar plexus had brought on when the lamp that she held started shaking, and became uncomfortably warm. She looked down at the object - seeing it clearly for the first time - and blinked.
Red mist was curtailing out of the spout of what, to Anna, looked like a black kettle that really wasn't her taste. Before the princess could get over her wide-eyed surprise and think clearly enough to put the object down, that mist rocketed upward in a brilliant display. Anna's gaze rose with the phenomenon and watched it unfurl artfully into a figure... A man with bright red skin, a physique rippling with muscle, golden gauntlets on his wrists, a wicked goatee and an even more impressive ponytail.
With everything that had just happened, and in such quick succession, Anna was too taken aback to respond immediately. The guy was nothing but red mist from the waist down, and he did not sound happy. Anna might have been an optimist, but she wasn't stupid. Not only was it blatantly obvious this... man... was supernatural (maybe magical), but that he probably had the firepower to back up his anger. The girl who just drop-kicked his home wasn't likely to be handled graciously, either.
The thought crossed Anna's still frazzled mind of trying to sneak off. The red man was busy looking over Arendelle... She could, conceivably, bolt before- Oh. No. He was looking at her. He did not look happy, either. Anna's face, slack with disbelief and lack of comprehension, twitched, then moved smoothly on to sheepishness. She carefully set down the kettle on the bank beside her and stood up, still in the shallows. While Anna stepped on to dry land, hands gathering together her skirts, she finally spoke.
"Yeaaaah," she said, rubbing the back of her head and wincing, "I am so sorry about that." Anna was at a loss of what to do. With Arendelle as a part of Rohandor, she had to expect to see strange things, she supposed. Still, it would take some getting used to. Without knowing really how to respond to the floating red guy, she just went with what she would do if he was just a regular Joe. "I didn't know that anyone was going to be sleeping in the teapot," Anna hurriedly assured, gesturing to the black thing where it lay.
"Uh," Anna trailed uncertainly. She looked from side to side, then fitted a cautiously pleasant smile on. Her eyebrows were knit, a sign of her still feeling very out of her depth. "Good morning?" she ventured to say meekly.
Jafar looked down at the girl who was now his Master, already annoyed with the change from Narissa. At least she had been a like-minded individual; this child looked like she would side with that wretched streetrat Aladdin. How he loathed even the sound of that name!
Crossing his arms, he scowled at the girl.
"No matter," he said, as though he was brushing off the fact that she'd 'disturbed' him.
Really, he was quite glad to be out of that blasted lamp, but he wasn't about to admit that to this girl. For all intents and purposes, he was a powerful genie and she was a nothing, despite the fact that she had power over him. And he was going to have to divulge that, too.
He narrowed his eyes as she called the lamp a 'teapot,' though; this girl clearly didn't know anything about genies. Which could work in his favor, really.
Crossing his arms, he said, "I am the genie of the lamp; I am bound by its power. You have three wishes." He purposefully put a bit of emphasis on 'lamp'; it was not a teapot or whatever she had called it.
Jafar was still in his genie-form, which meant that his voice was deeper and more menacing than it would be, should he assume human shape. It certainly wasn't a bad thing, especially if he could intimidate this child into doing his bidding.
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Somewhere between the "Good morning" and "No matter" Anna's daze finally start to fade away. She realized that every inhalation made the center of her chest ache, and she would bet the the next time she cared to look, there would be a nasty bruise where the kettle had hit. She touched the place tentatively, winced and left it alone after that. The realization brought Anna away from the red floating man before her - who didn't seem much of a threat once she got over her initial fright. The princess turned away from Red and looked down for the first time since splashing into the shallows.
Water had soaked up to her knees and spilled into her boots. The shock had been dwarfed by everything else that happened, but now that Anna focused on it she realized how cold she was. Anna gathered her skirts, shivering visibly despite the warm spring day, and laboriously stepped out of the water and onto the bank. The princess tugged up her skirt and lifted one leg so that her boot was at an angle that allowed the seawater to drizzle out and onto the bank.
Anna wasn't really paying attention when Red spoke again. She did catch the "lamp" comment, and while she was repeating the previous process with her other boot, her eyebrows raised in absent amusement. She knew what lamps were. Even lanterns. That thing was not a lamp. "If you say so," Anna shrugged, "looks like a teapot to me." Really, she should have been paying more attention. She was busy shaking out her skirts and looking apprehensively at what the water had likely done to her dress.
So it was that, before Anna could really take the time to think on what Red said (or if it were even true), she took to muttering very grumpily under her breath through the shivers. "Y-you know what I wish? I wi-i-sh I were dry. That would be pre-e-e-tty neat."
The genie glared at the girl as she insisted that the lamp, accursed thing though it was, was a "teapot."
"It is a lamp, you stupid girl. Genies are not bound to tea kettles. Which you would know if you paid any attention to things."
It was clear to Jafar that the girl who was, unfortunately, the one who could free him, considering that she was in possession of the lamp, was not exactly the brightest diamond in the cave. He just hoped he could still manage to intimidate or convince her to wish for either his freedom or for him to return to his human state.
What was the point of phenomenal cosmic power when one couldn't even use it to crush one's enemies?
He stared for a moment as the girl muttered under her breath, incredulous that she would waste a wish on such a thing. Didn't she realize the enormous potential she could obtain, if she used her wishes wisely.
.......no, she probably didn't.
The former Vizier hoped that that meant that his suggestions would be able to work on her easier.
Before he granted her wish, though, he crossed his arms over his head and in a flash of bright red smoke, he morphed into his human form. It was much more comfortable and the shackles didn't bother him as much.
With a wave of his hand and another flash of red, the girl's wish had been granted.
Anna's absentminded demeanor froze when Red called her stupid. Slowly, her still facing another direction, her visage condensed into stubborn anger. That. Was. Not. Nice. Anna had the overwhelming urge to scoop up a snowball and hock it at Red's face. Where was Elsa when you needed her?
The flash of crimson distracted Anna from her shivering for a moment. As she crossed her arms over her chest to fend off the chill that was rising from her feet, the princess gave a slightly unpleasant twist of her lips when she saw that Red had changed into a man. She really preferred the floating, red-skinned muscle man with smoke legs to the new look. Something about the eyes. They reminded Anna of the Duke of Weselton when he'd looked at Elsa and called her a monster in front of the kingdom after the mishap in the ballroom. There was a hatred and a cunning there that made Anna shiver for a reason that had nothing to do with water in her boots.
Princess Anna looked with bland curiosity when the creepy new man-Red gestured to her. There was a strange feeling that washed over her, like her own personal sunbeam had hit her. Then, poof, the water was gone. Not even a whisper of vapor marked its passing. Anna's skirt and shoes were as though she'd never taken her spill in the shallows. Anna looked down and blinked rapidly. Slowly, she realized the fullness of what Red had said, and she was surprised all over again. So much so that her growing dislike for Red paled for a moment.
Anna's face lit up with final comprehension. She looked up at Red, and fought off the immediate urge to grimace upon seeing his sneering face again. Much preferred his first form. More intimidating, less of a creep factor. "Wait, so you mean, if I said 'I wish for the world's best sandwich' I would get the world's best sandwich?" she asked. Not altogether a bad theoretical wish. She did love sandwiches, and she was kind of hungry anyway. Anna distantly, in the back of her mind, didn't think that this "genie" was good at explaining the technicalities of his job description.
The girl was clearly impressed by the rather simple feat of magic Jafar had just performed. It was such a simple thing, really, that he could have easily done the same thing as a sorcerer. Possibly even before he'd become a sorcerer.
He couldn't help but laugh at the girl's obvious astonishment. Clearly, she was just as simple as he thought. Though perhaps not as unfamiliar to magic as he'd originally assumed; there were traces of it around her, though they were of a vastly different feel from his own magic. How he missed the company of the woman who'd had his lamp before this!
With a sneer and a smirk and a wave of his hand, a sandwich appeared in front of the girl, prepared exactly as she thought the world's best sandwich would be. After all, it wouldn't be magic if it was just any sandwich; it was tailored to her preferences.
"That's two wishes," Jafar sneered. "Take your time with the third," he cautioned, petting the head of his snake staff that he'd conjured into being.
True, he didn't technically need it anymore, but it was a symbol of power back in Agrabah, and he was rather attached to it, by now.
The sandwiched appeared out of thin air, hovering in front of Anna's face. On instinct, she reached up and grabbed it anxiously. The princess' eyes were wide with anticipation, and hesitantly - almost reverently - she sunk her teeth into the thing. Anna's tongue had just touched the bread when her eyes rolled back into her head. Mouth full of her second wish, she tried to verbalize the bliss that was in her mouth just then. "Ohmygosh. This," she pointed to the sandwich, "is the best thing I've ever eaten." Anna swallowed forcibly and used her fist to pat her chest, forgetting the bruise forming there.
Anna cringed momentarily, then eyed the sandwich again. Taking another bite put her in a better mood, definitely. "Seriously, you can just snap your fingers and make amazing sandwiches when you want?" she asked, mouth full for most of the question again. That sounded amazing. Anna shook her head as she wiped some mustard off of the corner of her mouth with a thumb. "I gotta tell ya. Must be the life." She looked at her thumb while she spoke, then carefully sucked the mustard from her thumb. "I just," she swallowed, "I just can't get over how good this thing is!"
For the first time (and only because creepy-Red mentioned it outright while he was weirdly rubbing the head of his snake/stick) Anna realized that these wishes weren't unending. She had three, and... Well, darn it, she'd already used up two. Anna didn't think she "wasted" them. She was pretty content with her life as it was, and the small comfort of being dry was very nice, and the sandwich...
Let's be honest. She would have asked for that even if she thought on what to wish for for years. Neither of the two so far did Anna regret. She didn't even pause to think back on what she would do instead, with the knowledge that she now had.
"Yes, being trapped in a ridiculously small space a majority of the time is such a pleasure; you should really try it if you haven't," Jafar said sarcastically. He loved the power of being a genie, but he absolutely loathed the forced servitude and the horrid accommodations that came along with the whole thing.
He couldn't believe that anyone (well, anyone other than Aladdin) could be quite as stupid as this girl was proving to be. She had just wished for "the world's best sandwich," and now she was showing surprise that it was, in fact, the best sandwich she'd ever eaten.
Folding his arms, Jafar said to the girl, "I do believe you wished for the 'world's best sandwich;' of course it's better than anything you've had." He didn't mention that, though he had no idea what her preferences were, the sandwich had been tailored exactly to her tastes. That concept would probably go over her head.
The genie needed to get the girl to wish for his freedom, somehow. He had a few options; he could try intimidation, but he honestly doubted that that would work, considering just how stupid the girl was. There was always bribery; he could offer her a lifetime of sandwiches like the one she'd just eaten if she freed him.
So far, that might be the way to go. But he'd have to gauge her to see what she might even consider for her third wish. If it was something along the lines of the sandwich.....he could always give her that for free, if she released him.
Princess Anna knew she should take the time to really mull over her third and final wish. Focusing was kind of hard with how good her sandwich was. Between mouthfuls Anna looked inquisitively around the bank where she stood. No guards had appeared, and she was kind of grateful. Then it would turn into a whole thing, and Anna would have to explain who the creepy guy with the even creepier goatee was - which... she didn't really understand to begin with.
She was trying to find somewhere to sit that wouldn't risk her getting wet again. Once sitting down, Anna could concentrate on thinking about what would make a good third wish while she contentedly finished the sandwich in her hands. When the princess made for a nearby rock that looked suitable, she made the mistake of forgetting where Red's teapot was. Anna's foot hooked the black thing and, though she didn't kick it outright this time, she did nudge it just so that it splashed back into the water.
Anna looked down at her clumsiness, blinked, then up at Sir Creep again apologetically. "My bad." She held up her free hand in a stopping gesture, not that Red had made any move, necessarily. "You stay there... I'll.. I'll get it." Anna set her expression stubbornly and widened her stance for the best balance. She stuck the sandwich between her teeth for safekeeping and leaned perilously far over the water. With one sleeve shoved up, she reached in, fished around, and hefted the kettle onto the bank again. Looking satisfied, Anna smugly smirked at Red.
With that finished, the princess moved to her rock and sat down. She was about to take another bite of her sandwich when she realized it was already half gone. Anna paused. Kristoff needed to taste this. So did Elsa. So did Sven. She should have left them more. Anna scowled at her lap and then carefully extricated her handkerchief from an inner dress pocket. With steady hands the princess wrapped the remainder of the sandwich in the cloth and set it aside on the rock beside her. "So," Anna said. "My third wish."
Even though he hated the blasted thing, Jafar couldn't help but wince as the girl kicked his lamp into the water again.
"Be more careful!" he snapped, even as she retrieved the lamp from the shallows. If she hadn't managed to get it out of the water and it had floated away, the genie would have no choice but to go with it, and after so brief a time out of the lamp this time around.
He never thought he'd miss someone who had control of him, but he would have much rather stayed under Narissa's control. At least she made wishes he could enjoy granting.
But perhaps he would be able to get this girl to voice his greatest wish.
"There are many more sandwiches where that came from," he said, his voice as charming and enticing as he could make it. "If you're willing to help me, that is."
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Anna hadn't been asking Creepy Red for help, honestly. She had been talking to herself about her third wish. Red hadn't given any indication so far of being at all helpful. The condescension and borderline revulsion that Red was showing wasn't lost on Anna. She was just ignoring it. Part of her reasoned that the genie had a bit of a right to be irritable. By that point the princess had kicked his teapot (which was his home, she pointed out to herself). Once into a rock, the next into the water. Before the two punts, Anna knew that Red had been sleeping, too.
He obviously wasn't a morning person.
Princess Anna sat there immediately after her last comment trying to think of what to ask for for her third and final wish. She kept getting distracted by Mr Creepy and his even more unsettling staff. Anna really wished that he would turn back into the form he'd used when fresh out of the teapot. She had already decided she preferred it, but ever glance toward his current appearance just reinforced the thought. At that point Anna would have preferred the Duke to the acidic gaze of Red's long, uncomfortable face.
That was saying something.
Red finally took it upon himself to say something semi-informative. Anna almost didn't catch it. She was so busy trying to make herself focus on deciding, then getting distracted by how anxious Red was making her, then back to trying to focus again. She looked inquisitively at Red when he spoke. When he finished, Anna felt like he was going in a less helpful direction than she would have liked. The way he spoke reminded her of a snake. "What... You mean, like, ask for a sandwich shop or something?" she decided to ask innocently.
The genie almost snapped at the girl again; what sort of ridiculous question was that?, but he forced himself to remain calm. Calm and smiling.
It had been a while since he'd smiled at someone else, instead of at his own plans, but he managed it. After all, he'd had to put up with much worse when he was still that buffoon of a Sultan's Grand Vizier.
"I mean more along the lines of a sandwich a day for life," he said, his voice honeyed and as gentle as he could make it. "Provided, of course, that you fulfill your end of the bargain."
He couldn't stand being forced to serve other people. At least with the Sultan, he'd been able to control the old man for his own ends, even though his sway was ultimately higher than Jafar's own. He'd still had a large measure of autonomy, which was something he didn't have, something that he dearly missed.
"If you set me free, I will give you all the sandwiches you desire, without you having to waste your third wish on such a thing."
Princess Anna had thought that Red's withering, judgmental look of waning patience was bad. His smiling was worse by far. Anna's face slackened in a look of mild disgust, like she were looking at a nasty slug that she'd happened across unexpectedly. That was when she unknowingly knit that smile to something else in her recent past.
Suddenly, Anna wasn't sitting on that rock next to half of the world's greatest sandwich anymore. She was draped on a sofa, feeling so cold that she couldn't stand it. Not the kind of cold that was natural, either. By all rights Anna should have been mostly numb by that point, and spared the biting chill, but she wasn't. From the center of her chest cavity - her heart - outward to her fingertips and toes, Anna was freezing. Literally. The shock of falling through ice into frigid, glacial waters, only it never abated. She never acclimated to the harsh new environment.
Frost spiraled in patterns down her arms. She could feel it but was too weak to peel back a sleeve and see. She didn't care to anyway. Snow clung to her eyelashes long after it should have melted. The fire nearby was useless, but Anna was grateful for it. At least she could pretend that getting warm was a possibility. The only true path to thawing lay right in front of her. He sat on the edge of the sofa with one hand beneath Anna's chin, drawing her nearer. One kiss. True love's kiss. That's all it would take, and then she could make everything right.
"Oh, Anna... If only someone loved you."
Princess Anna's eyelids, which had been nearly closed in hopefulness and exhaustion a moment before, struggled to open wider. There, an inch from her face and drawing away, was the real Hans. His charming features were twisted in a nightmare of what she'd seen before. Those lips, which Anna had been focusing on to save her since the mishap with Elsa on the North Mountain twisted in the harshest, least forgiving sneer that she had ever seen. The reverie froze, suspended in time, and then it melted, Hans' features blending seamlessly into Red's own grin in the now.
Anna bit the inside of her cheek. She had been amiable to begin with, and ready to trust Red. Everything that had happened since he came out of his teapot had forced Anna's optimism to deteriorate. She wasn't imagining things. There was no way that this was a fabrication, or something silly. The expression that Red now wore looked like a forced charismatic rendition of the one that Hans wore in the sitting room those months ago, showing his true colors. Was this Red showing his true colors, now, too? Anna hoped that it wasn't, but she couldn't really fool herself.
Something had brought on this unsettling change. Anna focused on the words being spoken, and for the first time she didn't feign complete innocence either. For the most part her chipper attitude had been genuine. Once he insulted her outright that pleasant attitude had waned quickly, and now Anna was beyond forcing it in the name of trying to keep things civil. "What makes you think that I trust you?" she asked, raising one brow in challenge.
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David Xanatos: Kat's back. Hope the vacation was fun.
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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
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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?
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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
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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...
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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!
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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.
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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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Yen Sid: If anyone is passing by I posted a Hiatus update. Hope everyone is doing well!
Apr 18, 2021 11:31:09 GMT -5
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