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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Narissa paced, the clacking of her heels echoing through the cave. Her hands clenched and unclenched at her sides. There was no mistaking that the former queen had some new frustration on her mind.
She had to admit--there was only so long a pampered royal could take without having proper servants, although Narissa never liked to think of herself as truly pampered. She worked to get where she was, and no mistake. She worked to accumulate her vast stores of magical artefacts and spellbooks.
And now, it seemed, all of that work had been wasted. Her status had been stripped from her, and her magical collection was under lock and key in Edward's castle. Or at least, all of her collection that the airheaded boy hadn't yet disposed of.
She would have to find a way to salvage it, and soon. But there was no way she could do it herself, not even in disguise. She could think of no form that would serve her purpose--she could sneak in easily enough, but coming out again was another matter. And while the sorceress had plenty of forms she could take that could defeat the guards, they were all far too conspicuous.
No, for this, she would need a human. A strong, nimble one, preferably just bright enough to accomplish the task easily but not bright enough to question her motives. Someone from the jungle would do nicely. The deposed queen waved a hand over the small shallow pool she had found in the cave, sending magical ripples through the water.
The image that appeared was that of a well-muscled man in naught but a loincloth. Narissa's lips curved into a wicked smile. He looked like exactly the right person for the task.
Quickly, she cast another spell. A portal appeared just under his feet, and as he fell, the image in the water winked out. Narissa rose from her place. If it had worked the way she wanted, the spell would transport him just outside her hiding place. There was no time to lose. She strode to the mouth of the cave, whispering the incantation to transform her appearance into that of an old crone while she walked.
Sure enough, the man was there. She smiled, calling out to him in a singsong voice as she hobbled closer.
"Oh, there you are, my dear! Thank goodness I found you."
Several Isles over in the jungle, Tarzan was halfway through his morning patrol. The apeman rushed along the treetops keeping a keen eye and ear on his surroundings. Though Jane had told him of many interesting things she'd seen on her travels the new world had yet to affect his own in any major way, which suited him just fine. Eventually he'd have to reach out beyond his own part of the world, just a lot sooner than he expected.
A ripple in mid air, like the kind you'd see when you dropped a stone into the water, appeared under his intended landing point mid jump. With nowhere to grab on Tarzan dropped into the ripple, feeling a weightless sensation as his surroundings collapsed into a rushing stream of coloured light. He quickly lost track of his orientation, lashing out in all directions trying to find something to hold onto and stop the force dragging him to who knew where. Jane and the Professor had never taught him about anything like this.
After a tense minute the portal spat him out the other end and dropped him to the dusty ground. With no warning Tarzan made one of the least graceful landings since he'd fell out of his first tree. He winced for a second before pushing himself up to a standing position and glaring around for any hint of what had happened. The location wasn't familiar, the trees were nothing close to the ones in the jungle, no vines and the branches looked a lot thinner. It reminded him of a picture in one of the books back at the camp...a forest, that was it. Most notably a cave lay in front of him, with an old woman slowly making her way out. What did she just say?
"You were looking for me? Do I know you?"
She didn't seem familiar. Looked to be around the Professors age, one of his 'academic collegues' he usually talked about? Did she know about Tarzan through the Porters?
She trilled a laugh, shuffling even closer and reaching out to pat his forearm in a motherly way. With practised ease, the disguised sorceress began to spin a web of lies with which to ensnare the man.
"Not yet, not yet. But we won't be strangers for very long, no, no--I should hope not!"
He seemed surprised, perhaps a bit disoriented, but not too apprehensive, which was a good sign. People always seemed to let their guard down with little old ladies, which was one of many reasons Narissa favoured the form.
She moved her hand to grab hold of his arm gently but firmly, smiling up at him all the while.
"My boy, I brought you here because I was looking for someone to help me. You see, I'm just an old woman, these bones are too weak for the task at hand! I could never hope... Oh, no, not poor, frail, little me."
It was almost surprising to Narissa, how easy it was to slip back into that old familiar role of the 'damsel in distress'--even if her current form wasn't exactly a typical damsel. All it took was simpering smile here, a tearful glance there, and the moon and stars would be laid out at one's feet. That is, if Narissa's acting skills weren't as in need of a tune-up as some of her magical abilities.
Perhaps she was laying it on a bit thick, come to think of it, but it often paid to be thorough, and she thought it highly unlikely that a simpleton from the jungle would be able to see through her lies.
"A brave, strong man like you, now there's a different story... When I saw you, I knew you could do it! I reached out," She gave a flourish of her free hand, "with what little magic I still have, and now? Here you are!"
As she finished speaking, she watched him like a hawk for a reaction, waiting for the moment when she could go in for the kill. Metaphorically, of course--she needed the jungle man alive and well. Hopefully he wouldn't ask too many inconvenient questions about who she was or what she had done, otherwise she would be forced to reconsider that opinion, and Narissa didn't want to let the work she had done finding the man and bringing him here go to waste.
The more she talked and the more confused Tarzan became. As she helped him up he sheepishly rubbed the back of his head as she talked about how she needed his help, how she wasn't able to take care of things by herself and magic. Tarzan didn't know the first thing about magic, except for the fact that she apparently used it to drag him from the jungle to outside what was apparently her home. It was an impressive looking cave, the less civilised side thought.
"Well, I'd like to help but....brave? Thanks but...yeah, here. Where is here?"
He could barely keep up with everything the old woman was saying. She seemed very happy for someone who was having so much trouble, perhaps it was relief after finding him? She did say she was looking for Tarzan specifically. Now if she'd just explain things more clearly.
"Please slow down." He finally managed to speak over her. "I'd like to help if I can but I don't know what you're talking about."
The ape man didn't mean to raise his voice, but they weren't getting anywhere so far. Hopefully the old woman wasn't offended. The excitement wasn't helping at all, but was justified considering she apparently risked a limited resource to bring him here. Tarzan thought it would help if they started the conversation over from a good starting point, like exchanging names. After all, meeting Jane didn't go too well until they introduced each other. It would even be quicker this time since he knew english this time around.
"I'm Tarzan." He introduced himself, putting his palm to his chest in an unnecessary indicator.
Narissa bit back a sneer. Evidently the man was still too disoriented to be compliant. Or perhaps he wasn't disoriented enough to be distracted from asking inconvenient questions, or wanting to know who she was. Speaking more slowly, both to make sure he understood and to buy her some time as she came up with an alias, she continued.
"My name... Is Belinda. I'm what you might call a 'good witch'." The name was made up, taken from a novel she had liked as a child, but the description wasn't a total lie--Narissa was very good at what she did, after all. And that included wrapping men like this 'Tarzan' guy around her little finger. Even if she did look like an ugly old hag at the moment. Hopefully her acting skills were still up to par.
"The problem, you see, is that I don't have much magic left! I can't help anyone in this state, no, no. And all my spellbooks and potions and things have all been taken..." Here she paused to heave a sigh, looking up at Tarzan with big, watery eyes.
"That King, what's-his-name, he doesn't like magic. He'll destroy all that magical knowledge, all those useful things, I know he will. And I can't stop him!"
Her tone of voice had turned bitter and sharp, Narissa knew, but the thought of Edward letting her precious collection go to waste made her insides burn with anger. She took a moment to collect herself again, and turned her attention back to Tarzan, batting her eyelashes at the man.
"You could do it, though... I know you could. You're a hero, young man, I can tell. You could sneak in to his castle and save my magic! Would you do it, dear? Oh, please?"
Belinda explained her problem to Tarzan in clearer terms. He still didn't understand her talk of magic and potions but the basics were clear. She had something important stolen from her that she used to help other people. This King Whatshisname sounded like the worst kind of ruler if he kept such items locked away, among the apes it was understood that you didn't take from others, but you especially didn't hoard things that everyone could benefit from and you had no intention of using.
"Okay, I'll help you."
Belinda was an odd character. Her emotions changed rapidly on each part of the conversation. Despair when talking about her loss, joy when talking about how she found Tarzan and anger when talking about the king. It sounded like she had problems with him long before he stole her magic. Then she mentioned a castle, another thing Tarzan had only read about. Climbing one would be quite an experience, not to mention sneaking around it. Briefly he lamented not having Jane around, she might have enjoyed such an adventure and was always willing to help others. He'd just have to tell her about it later.
"Could you please show me the castle Belinda? and maybe tell me what island we're on?"
Tarzan looked around again. Annoyingly the trees here didn't have vines, meaning it was going to take a bit longer to get around. Hopefully Belinda knew a fast way, maybe even with the magic she used to get him here.
Narissa watched and marveled as Tarzan's mind worked. My, but he was an exceedingly easy one to read. Heroes generally were, she knew from experience. All one had to do was appeal to their sense of honor and justice. She knew she had won him over even before he voiced his agreement. But, she had an act to keep up. Clasping her hands together, the disguised sorceress looked up at him with a wide smile.
"Oh, thank you! Thank you, my dear."
She nearly reached out to embrace him, but quickly decided that that such an action would be too much. Besides, who knew when the man had last washed? She settled for giving him a light pat on the arm, then hobbled forward, beckoning him to follow.
"Come, come, the castle is this way. It's not too far, won't take long for you to get there, I'm sure, once you know where to go. I'll tell you just what you're looking for and where to find it while we walk."
Now, she was faced with a difficult decision. What to salvage first? Which books and potions did she hold most dear? One man, no matter how strong, couldn't hope to carry them all out of the palace, much less fight off Edward's soldiers at the same time. She would have to make a choice, and fast--Tarzan seemed like the kind of man who'd need very thorough directions.
Well, Belinda seemed to have gotten too caught up in the excitement of having someone help her recover her magic to answer any more questions. So for now Tarzan followed her, walking upright rather than on his knuckles so that he didn't get too far ahead of the older woman. Briefly his mind wandered to other things, like his recent meeting with Edward of Andalasia. Perhaps Edward knew this evil king who ruled over this kingdom, maybe they were even enemies. He considered asking Belinda, but thought better to focus on the task at hand.
After some time walking Tarzan could make out a large, grey structure in the distance. Rushing to the nearest tree and scaling the trunk he tried to get a better look, using one hand to shield his eyes from the sun and trying to focus. He could just barely make out small shapes moving around the towers and walls.
"Is that the castle?" He asked Belinda. "I can see people on it. Who are they?"
Despite the task he was brought here to perform, there would still be plenty of questions on his mind. This was the furthest he'd ever been from home after all. Plus it was nothing like Jane or the Professor had described when they'd told him about England. More like history books describing medieval periods, or fantasy stories with knights, wizards, dragons and princesses. Which brought to mind another question. He rushed back down to ground level.
"Belinda. What does your magic look like? So I know what is yours."
Luckily for Narissa, Tarzan was trusting her to explain everything to him. It didn't even cross his mind that she'd be lying to him. This was outside his area of expertise.
Narissa's eyebrows shot up as Tarzan easily scaled the tree. He should have no trouble getting into the castle, she noted with no small amount of glee. Whether or not he'd be able to get out again with the items she needed was still another matter, but as she hadn't given him her real name it wouldn't be too much of a problem for her if he was caught. She'd just have to find another lackey and try again. Or she could assume his form and do it herself, if she couldn't find anyone else. Thoughts of backup plans were quickly interrupted by the voice of the jungle man from above. Another question. He was irritatingly curious, this one. At least he wasn't asking anything that might cause her to blow her cover.
"Yes, yes, that would be the castle, and those people must be the guards that work for that nasty king. If they catch sight of you collecting my things, they'll try to stop you. You may have to fight a few of them..."
She hoped Tarzan wouldn't question this, too. That was one thing she'd appreciated about Edward--he was quick to accept the facts she presented to him. It had never occurred to him that there might have been something more behind his father's death, he had simply gone out and started hunting trolls. Point a hero towards a 'bad guy' and hope, that seemed to be a frequently favored strategy of Narissa. And why not? It had worked out before.
His next question was, fortunately, one she was happy to answer. "Here." She beckoned him over to a nearby stream. It was little more than a trickle, but it would do. She raised the water into the air, forming a mirror-like disc. With a wave of her hand, an image of an old, thick book with odd symbols inscribed on it's leathery cover appeared. It was a book that contained much dark and ancient magic, but Tarzan didn't need to know that. Next, she conjured an image of a crystal ball with purple smoke swirling inside it, and finally, an ornate gold flask.
Narissa breathed a sigh of relief and let the water settle back into the stream. If she was able to call up images of those objects, it must mean they hadn't yet been destroyed. From the looks of it, they were still sitting in the tower she had stored them in. Edward hadn't touched them. If this expedition succeeded, she would have to attempt another one to retrieve more.
"They should be in the western tower, at the very top. The door will likely be locked, but I'm sure you can find a way in, clever young man that you are." She nodded, looking up at him hopefully. She didn't think him clever at all--a clever man wouldn't have agreed to help her so quickly--but a little flattery never hurt.
Tarzan was dumbstruck by the display Belinda created with the stream, pulling water into the air and creating shapes of several objects. A book, a flask and....a see through ball of some kind? He tried to commit them to memory, but was too distracted with the spell to memorise the specific details and features. Then the images were gone just as quickly as they were summoned, with Belinda telling him where to look once inside.
"Top of the tower. I'll be back soon."
The ape man dropped onto all fours and started running towards the castle, looking to get in as quickly as possible. As he got closer he looked all over the walls for a good climbing point, circling the structure for a place to start. The stone looked too smooth lower down to get a handhold, no trees nearby to get a decent start either. Suddenly the flat end of a halberd head hit him in the chest snapping him out of his thoughts, a pair of lightly armoured guards stood between him and the castle drawbridge, the other shouldering a pike. Tarzan scowled as they pointed their weapons.
"Back peasant. No unauthorised entry. Especially in your state of dress."
The guard thrust again to punctuate his ultimatum, only for Tarzan to grip the pole of his weapon. A brief tug of war followed before Tarzan let go, the guard stumbling back into his companion. In response the second threw his pike, only to see it caught in mid air and snapped in half. Rightly intimidated by the display of strength and reflexes they retreated inside, signalling to drop a heavy iron portcullis.
"He fights like a demon! Bring reinforcements, Narissa must have summoned him to attack the King!"
Before Tarzan could question who Narissa was, the drawbridge shook under him as the guards inside tried to raise it. Gripping onto the edge Tarzan grinned as he realised that he just needed to stay on and he'd be able to reach higher up the wall. He balanced on the thin edge of the wooden construct, then jumped up to the nearest handhold and finished his ascent onto the wall. Now where was this west tower?
"Archers at the ready!"
Tarzan turned to see another group of guards, then flipped backwards as a series of projectiles were fired at him. One grazed his side, causing him to yell out and clutch the wound. Meanwhile the archers readied more arrows.
"So Narissas monster bleeds like any other. Second volley fire!"
ooc: Soooo tempted to come out with any random book, flask and ball like object. XD If you need more tell me, cliffhanger might not be apt here.
As soon as he was out of sight, Narissa let her disguise drop, choosing to lay a cloaking spell on the immediate area instead. She always hated how she looked in that form--the thought of actually being that old and ugly was a terrifying thing to dwell upon. With a shudder, the sorceress turned back to the stream, gathering more water so that she could use it to watch Tarzan's progress.
What she saw was not encouraging. In fact, it was downright frustrating. He'd drawn the attention of the guards already, and they'd correctly guessed that she was the reason behind his actions. She snarled in anger, and magic flames inadvertently burst from her hands and singed the grass around her. The image in the water flickered. Narissa was starting to lose control.
"Stay calm, just... stay... calm." She told herself through gritted teeth. There had to be an upside to this somehow, she thought. There had to be something from this inevitable failure she could use. For one thing, she'd never told the imbecile her real name, so if he was captured he probably wouldn't be able to give any important information away. Except, she realized, the location of her hideout, if he remembered the path they had taken from there to the castle.
Well, she had wanted to find a new lair anyway... There, she was calm. For now, at least. Narissa turned her attention back to the image of Tarzan in the water. He was still beleaguered by the palace guards, it seemed. If only there was a way she could use her magic to help him without revealing her presence to the soldiers. As the archers readied their arrows, an idea popped into her head. Screwing up her face in concentration, she waved a hand over the image, and watched a guard near the front of the group stumble backwards, knocking over his fellows and sending their arrows well above the jungle man's head.
The sorceress laughed. It looked like her plan might work on the first try after all. At least, as long as she could continue to hinder the guards without her meddling being detected.
(OOC: go right ahead, have Tarzan grab whatever random objects you want!)
The second series of shots went far off their mark as one of the guards stumbled into his companions, Tarzan took the opportunity to escape before they could reassemble. The ape man leapt towards the main castle and scrambled across the roof slates before diving through an open window. Once inside he took a second to catch his breath and check his wound, it didn't seem to be deep but would probably hurt more when the adrenaline wore off, all the better to continue his mission. The room he'd landed in seemed to be for storing a lot of cloth material (decorations for banquets, not that Tarzan would know). Tearing the end from a banner he formed a crude bandage to tie around his ribs and keep pressure on his cut.
"He's inside the castle. Protect the royalty!"
Pressing his ear against the wooden door, Tarzan could make out the guards rushing through the corridors. Once they had passed by he carefully stepped out and started looking for a route higher up the castle. He was tempted to follow after the guards and find this evil King Belinda had told him about, but helping her took priority. After a few winding stairwells and more sneaking Tarzan managed to find a bedroom. Well decorated with the biggest bed the jungle dweller had ever seen, a folding screen at one side of the room, wardrobes and what he assumed was formal clothing laid out, one male one female. The male one looked like the kind King Edward wore when he visited the jungle a while back. Before he could connect the dots any further he heard guards rushing up the stairs and decided to keep moving. Climbing out onto the balcony Tarzan scaled the walls slowly, gripping into weathered gaps in the stonework where he could and moving in the direction of the tower.
Dropping through the tower window left him in a round dusty room full of strange objects, books, ceremonial cloaks, potion and spell components in various bottles, wands, staffs, and all sorts of trinkets that defied classification. Though he was reasonably sure he was in the right tower Tarzan scratched the back of his head as he tried to remember the exact items he needed to recover. Picking up one of the books he started flipping through the pages, hoping for a clear title somewhere like 'Belindas magic book'. The lettering inside was vastly different from the books back at home, he felt unwell just looking at them let alone trying to read them out. Just a little more checking to be sure and then he'd move on to the next book.
After a few more moments of observing Tarzan, Narissa realized she was holding her breath. It seemed like such a silly thing to do, but it was almost comforting. It was one thing she always had control over--unlike her latest pawn. 'Subtlety' didn't seem to be in the jungle man's vocabulary.
The whole thing would be over if Tarzan was caught by anyone. They didn't just have the guards to worry about, Edward and his wife were wandering the castle as well, and Tarzan was dangerously close to meeting one or both of them. Fortunately, he moved on quickly, and she let out the breath she'd been holding once he was safely inside the room that held her magical collection.
Her concentration wavered once more, as did the image in the water, when she realized her unwitting minion was now leafing through the pages of one of her old spellbooks. Was he actually literate? If so, what languages did he know? How much could he understand from those writings? Her cover would be blown in seconds if Tarzan was actually able to read that text. No amount of smooth talking from 'Belinda' could hide the fact that the book she'd told him to steal for her was full of dark, malevolent magic.
Narissa drew in another deep breath, and prepared to hold it for a very long time.
It was pointless to keep reading. While Tarzan was a fast learner he had only just learned English comparatively recently and even that wasn't applicable to half the words in the books. Strange words and terms in combinations that he couldn't make head or tail of. He took one at random and set it aside for now to look for the other items, hoping that Belinda could make use of the one he'd picked out.
The ball was next, the one with the purple stuff swirling inside, then a goblet that looked somewhat similar to the one Tarzan had been shown earlier. He carefully placed them both next to the book, taking an extra minute to make sure the orb didn't roll off the table and shatter. Now that he had everything he just needed to find a safe way to carry it all back down and out of the castle. Another search produced a small, wide black pot of some kind along with a strip torn off the dusty curtains to make a carrying sling for it. The magic objects were placed inside and the sling was placed over his shoulder leaving the pot hanging across Tarzans back.
The pride of his achievement clouded the jungle warriors judgement for a minute as he climbed back out of the window, only the cry of alarm from below him gave him the warning needed to avoid a series of arrows fired up at him. Tarzan ducked back inside the tower.
"He's going after the relics!"
Leap of faith time. Taking a few steps back to begin with, Tarzan sprinted towards the window, diving out with his arms outstretched to slow his descent. For a few seconds he just let himself enjoy the drop, ignoring the arrows and spears missing him by a fair distance. He felt the seriousness of the situation flow away, no danger of the guards below, no pain in his wound, just the fall. The weight of everything was stripped away to give him the chance to breathe deep. Then came a clear head for the next part of the adventure.
Reaching up as he neared a castle wall Tarzan snagged on a flagpole jutting out horizonally, using his momentum to swing to the next, then the next before leaping onto the outer wall. A pair of armoured soldiers rushed up to him waving massive double headed axes, which he easily ducked and dodged over and under. Suddenly a clinking noise distracted him from the melee, the orb had fallen out of his pack and was rolling along the castle wall.
"Smash the crystal. Better nobody have it than Narissa getting it." The axemen turned their attention to the rolling orb and started hacking the ground around it.
"No!"
Tarzan dove and rolled under the guards, tripping them up and snagging the orb. Keeping on the move he leapt off the castle walls towards the moat. Hopefully he could hide in the water long enough to evade the guards. During his fall he tucked the ball back into the pot with the goblet and book, holding them close to his chest for protection.
Narissa couldn't help but raise an eyebrow at Tarzan's seemingly random collection of objects. True, he'd retrieved the correct book and crystal, but he'd missed the flask completely. Still, all she really needed was something gold to contain the potion once it was brewed. The goblet would do--she would just have to be careful carrying it once it was full. And thankfully the ape-man had picked up a cauldron to transport everything. That would certainly come in handy later. Mentally, she smacked herself for not having included that on her list of items she'd sent Tarzan for. She could vividly imagine her frustration and embarrassment at having finally collected all her ingredients, then realizing she had no way to actually make the potion.
Both eyebrows shot up when she saw her unwitting pawn throw himself out the window. She knew he was proficient at swinging on vines through the jungle, she'd seen it just before summoning him, but this was something else. As alarming as it was to think that he was rapidly plummeting towards the ground with her possessions in tow, it felt good to finally have a useful minion. The castle guards had been vigilant under her rule, but Narissa doubted any of her guards could have accomplished any of the feats Tarzan was capable of.
Her hands flew to her mouth as she watched the crystal drop. It was sturdy, but after enough hits it would smash, along with the cover she'd built up--the magic contained in the crystal would lash out at the guards once they'd broken it, and the results wouldn't be pretty. The sorceress gave silent thanks to Tarzan's quick reflexes and his dedication to the job. Good help was hard to find, but it seemed she'd finally found it. Clearly, she'd have to keep the man around. The only question was, how? She couldn't keep using 'Belinda' as a cover for too long. As dumb as he was, Tarzan was bound to figure out the truth eventually.
Perhaps, she thought, that was something she could use. Narissa's lips curved into a wickedly triumphant smile. Yes, a plan was already forming. As soon as he was fully submerged in the water of the moat, she cast a spell to summon him back to her. She didn't bother to change back into her old hag form. It was useful, sure, but it had outlived its usefulness now. The shapeshifting sorceress settled one hand on her hip, looking down her nose at the sopping wet jungle man before her.
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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
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
Owen Burnett/Puck: Checked the site again and saw the update! Here's hoping to a revitalized 2022.
Dec 15, 2021 14:41:27 GMT -5