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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It seemed Narissa had arrived just in time. That foolish girl was on the brink of freeing her genie, and with him, the ex-queen's hopes of staging a quick and easy coup in Andalasia.
Losing the lamp had sent her into a panic. Now that it was within reach again, she wasn't going to take it back without making absolutely sure the genie was still attached, even if that meant burning whatever bridge she might have built with her sort-of ally.
"Oh, I wouldn't if I were you. Trust him, I mean."
She stepped out of the shadows then, shooting a surreptitious glare at Jafar. If he wasn't going to hold up his end of their deal, then neither would she. This girl would be easy enough to manipulate. After all, he'd nearly managed to convince her to do his bidding. Adopting a concerned, motherly expression--one she had successfully used on Edward many times in the past--she addressed the girl.
"I've been looking for that lamp. It can be very dangerous in the wrong hands. He's a tricky one, this genie. If anyone were to set him free, well..." She sighed dramatically. "I shudder to think of what he might do. Here, let me take care of it, dear. I can keep it safe from anyone who might misuse its power."
Narissa held out a hand, batting her eyelashes innocently and hoping desperately that the girl was as gullible as she seemed.
Jafar was hoping that the girl's sheer stupidity would work in his favor, but apparently, she'd decided that there was something wrong and that she couldn't trust him. Like he'd given her anything to mistrust! He'd granted both her wishes, outright, without even trying to twist them around. He could have, after all.
He could have made her so dry that she would die of fluid depletion if she didn't get something into her as quickly as possible. Or almost to that point, since he couldn't kill anyone. He could have given her a homeless person's idea of the world's best sandwich, but no, he'd granted her wishes exactly as they had been asked.
The genie was just about to point this out, about to ask what he'd done that had made her mistrust him, or something along those lines, when Narissa showed up.
Jafar had to hide his delight at seeing the other woman; they were far better matched than he and this ridiculous child. The smile that was on his face, though, did become rather more genuine when she appeared, though few would be able to tell that.
Before he could say or do anything, Narissa spoke. Her words filled him with a cold fury until he realized that she was simply trying to get the lamp back. After all, manipulating the girl was what he'd been trying to do. If he was in her situation, he'd do exactly the same thing.
"Oh no, you shouldn't trust me," he added with a sneer. "As I'm sure you could tell" (he doubted that she had, actually), "I'm a very bad person. You really shouldn't associate with me at all. I might take control of the lamp and uses its power against you." Not that he could. But she didn't know that because she knew nothing about genies. And he wasn't going to tell her that he was lying.
All right. So Anna had finally witnessed the truth - at least as she judged it - behind Red. She cursed her naivety inwardly. Anna wasn't entirely ignorant to her flaws, even if some of them tended to verge more on the endearing or comical side rather than truly troubling. She knew that she had a tendency to sugar-coat things, or view the world through an unimpeachable optimist's eyes. For the most part that actually helped her, really. Anna's upbringing had been secluded and closeted. She very likely could have reached womanhood as a sullen, spiritless thing that was devoid of drive of confidence. Yes, Anna's tendency to look at life, and the people in it, with the benefit of the doubt helped her in many areas. Others? Not so much.
Like altogether assuming that a creepy red bodybuilder with a ponytail that a teapot she'd found in the shallows of the castle island belched out was going to be morally grounded. To start Anna had viewed Red as nothing worse than a Grumpy Gus who was peeved that he'd been disturbed - and kicked... twice. The revelation that had happened moments before let Anna truly comprehend the gravity of the situation. She'd heard one or two tales in nursery rhymes and the childhood books that had been read to her before bed at night of genies. Even if she did not understand them intimately, Anna grasped the concept. Three wishes, yadda, yadda, yadda.
Distantly Anna remembered that genies in the old stories had a bad habbit of trying to trick their "masters" or, at the least, exploit poor wording of wishes to disastrous ends. So far Red had kept true to what Anna meant with her heedless requests, she admitted to herself. Anna couldn't help drawing the similarities between Red and Hans no matter how hard she tried. Not that she gave it a sincere effort. She'd been truly struck an emotional blow by Hans, and she wasn't as blind as she once was... Her time with Red thus far to the contrary. That sudden reverie, and the drawing of connections between the entity before her and the dreadful prince who had tried to kill her sister helped Anna's excited heedlessness to taper into more calm caution.
Hardly had Anna mentioned not trusting Red when another voice - a woman's that was deep and velvety at the core, but glazed with a smoking rasp - sounded near at hand. Anna whirled about, clutching the teapot to her chest instinctively as another stranger stepped out of a patch of shadow beside the entrance to the castle. Had Anna not known better, she would have believed that the shady spot became considerably less so as soon as the woman revealed herself. Anna backed up several steps, now caught as the head of a triangle between Red and the woman. Her heel ground against the sudden edge of the stony bank and she stopped, just inches away from toppling backwards.
The woman pressed on to quickly warn Anna against trusting Red. Her explanation rambled onward after the fact, swift-poised words on top of words positioned just so to keep the listener overwhelmed and unable to truly think on what was being said. Anna didn't realize this, and was left blinking dimly after the stranger stopped. The princess looked slowly down from the woman's fluttering lashes to her extended hand, tipped in talon-like fingernails. She wasn't through getting over her surprise enough to ponder the offer that the woman gave before Red spoke again.
What would have happened had Red not interjected was a mystery. Hopefully Anna would not have actually believed what the woman was saying enough to give over the lamp. After all, her appearance had been uncanny and strangely opportune. Anna distantly wished that Elsa would have been there; her sister always was better at making clever decisions than she ever was. Elsa had enough to worry about being the Queen of Arendelle, and leading their realm into the new realm of Rohandor. Anna also felt guiltily as though she had created quite a possibly catastrophic mess, and didn't want to have to call upon Elsa to clean it up.
Red spoke up, and Anna did not fail, now that she was made wary from before, the cunning light that glimmered in his smug eyes. He looked like a snake, Anna decided. She'd only ever met one in the gardens when she was a young girl, and that singular encounter had been enough for her to decide; she hated snakes. She was beginning to like Red even less. Anna looked with eyes narrowed at Red as he jumped in to agree with the woman who had appeared. She wished she could get away from both of them, but Anna knew that wherever the teapot went Red would follow, and she also knew that she didn't want to give the woman the kettle; not now that Red appeared to want that to happen.
Anna also had the feeling that if she tried to flee into the castle (which the woman was soundly blocking, although maybe unintentionally) the stranger would manage to find her, stepping out of shadows like she had before. Anna felt as though she were stuck between a pack of angry wolves and a plummet to her death - which she had been before. Only now she was utterly alone, and there was no real chance of her making the leap across. Her heart beat wildly in her breast. Anna's breath was thin and hard to gather. Her mind was working slowly, like it was filled with sludge that made the gears that formulated coherent thought grind nearly to a halt.
Finally she paused from glancing rapidly between Red and the woman. Her eyes affixed begrudgingly on the former. She asked, slowly and carefully, "I still have one wish, right?" Anna somehow knew to try not to talk to the woman. She had a foreboding about the prospect, like to talk to her would end up with the woman in complete control.
Begrudgingly, Narissa dropped her hand, trying not to show her irritation. Jafar, to her surprise, had played along with her improvised scheme, and she was grateful for that. She had been worried that he would have left her behind once he was no longer tied to the lamp, but if he was willing to give up his chance to be set free to help her regain control of his powers, she was seriously beginning to consider using her third wish to grant his freedom. Provided, of course, she actually got to make that third wish in the first place.
Unfortunately, her ploy seemed to have been ineffective, even with the genie's help. The young woman was jumpy, giving Narissa the impression of an animal caught in a trap. To speak to her again at the moment would be a risky move. But it was clear from the way the brat looked at Jafar that she had no intentions of freeing him, so perhaps there was no need to say anything. After the girl had made her third wish, Narissa could pounce. And pounce she would.
Her only apparent problem was the unpredictability of her opponent. The former queen had no idea who this girl was, and it was impossible to tell whether or not she would give up the lamp quietly once she was through with it. Coercion hadn't worked thus far, but force might. Mentally, the raven-haired sorceress flicked through her catalog of creatures, trying to find a form that would be able to overpower the girl, snatch up the lamp, and make a quick getaway. She finally settled on a mountain lion, and waited eagerly to see what the young woman's next move would be.
Oh, of course. Just when he most needed the girl's stupidity to work in his favor, she decided to wise up and actually think about things. It was just his luck that such a thing had happened; ever since that blasted streetrat had come into his life, it had been one string of bad luck after another, and the genie was quite tired of it. It was time for his luck to turn around, and with Narissa, that could be accomplished.
Speaking of his erstwhile ally, she hadn't said anything once the stupid girl had asked her questions, something that puzzled Jafar. Shouldn't she be fighting to get his lamp back? And then, in a flash, it hit him, about the same time his current Master's question did: the girl only had one wish left. No matter what she wished for, the lamp would go to a new Master, and Narissa was here to take possession once more.
"Use it wisely," he told the young girl, compelled more by the lamp than anything else. At this point, there wasn't anything she could do to keep him from falling back into Narissa's hands. The former Vizier wondered if the girl had thought about that at all, though he doubted it. She probably didn't know any of the fundamental rules of the magic, after all, and that could only work in his favor right now.
((OOC: I am SO sorry, guys! I am literal trash for taking this long. D: ))
Anna's nervousness continued to mount, although she did a relatively good job of disguising it. Not wholly, by any stretch. She wasn't kidding herself. The two entities that had her cornered against the breadth of the fjord could sense her anxiety, no doubt. When Anna's greatest urge was to hurl the teapot as far into the waters of the harbor behind her, and she didn't, that's how she knew that she was controlling herself markedly. Her question was answered by Red, and Anna could not suppress a shiver from rolling up her spine, because his words almost sounded like a serpentine hiss.
The princess' gaze flicked rapidly from the woman to Red and back again. She knew that she should phrase her next wish thoughtfully, so as to lessen the margin for Red to exploit her wording, but that knowledge fled mostly in the approach of her borderline fear. "I wish-" Anna heard herself saying. She held up the teapot over one shoulder as though she were planning on smashing it against the ground. There was no time to wait and properly order her syllables to the most clever end. Anna had started her wish's sentence, and had to rush forward.
"-both of you were as far from Arendelle as possible-" Anna could have been done, then. Finished with her quick and final wish. Somewhere in the back of her head the princess was thinking wildly even as she spoke. The woman wanted Red's teapot. Red obviously wanted the woman to have it, too. That wouldn't do. So, Anna seamlessly continued her wish without so much as pausing, even if there had been a disconnect between the two sections of the sentence in her head.
Anxiety fled in the face of righteous stubbornness. Anna glared at them each in the eye as she finished, saying, "-in opposite directions." She held out one hand that was hooked on the handle of the kettle, and dropped it with a steely air of finality.
(OOC: Let me know if anything needs to be changed! Obviously the wish being granted will involve a bit of powerplaying, so if either of you take issue just shoot me a PM!)
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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
Jan 1, 2019 10:54:04 GMT -5
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