Prince Hans (Frozen)
Captain Rex (Star Wars)
Sauron (Lord of the Rings)
Rory Williams (Doctor Who)
Edward Kenway (Assassins Creed)
Revali (The Legend of Zelda)
Irma Lair (W.I.T.C.H.)
Bail Prestor Organa (Star Wars)
Cyrus (Once Upon A Time in Wonderland)
Curiouser and curiouser, least that's what Alice would have said if she was here. He'd been to other realms before, spent lifetimes travelling between them, but the new memories in his mind was a new one. He just had to assume it was similar to what had happened with the curse Will had talked about.
Hearing a laugh he turned, well that was a surprise. "Hook?" he hadn't really known the other man, only that he had been with the Queen of Hearts. That was something that rarely ended well for him or Alice. Then again, the Red Queen had also tried to kill him several times, and now she was one of his closest friends. "You're not still alligned with the Queen of Hearts are you? Only to be honest, it's more a relief to see a familiar face".
"I am not -" She starts, and then again. "It's not easy for me to -" Ugh. "Look, it can't be that hard to understand, can it? I'm saying that I appreciate spending time with you." Sometimes this whole Sydney thing is...a lot, and that isn't even taking into account how stressful her work can be some days. She misses everyone she'd known and traveled with in her own world - especially those that she'd traveled with. And her and Rex, they are the same in a lot of ways, she thinks, even though they don't really talk about that. He's as bad at compliments, or whatever this is, as he is. She isn't good at saying this kind of thing, though. Karliah finds herself turning red. "You mean a lot to me, Rex. Is that explained enough for you?"
Alright, focus. It was just a word and there was no way she'd have known the issue anyway. "Sorry... that word caught me off-guard. I'm a soldier, people don't usually associate that with peace" well it was true for this world as well as his previous one. He had been a soldier here, just not created for it. It wasn't something he really had told anyone here who didn't already knew it. He didn't know the reactions to clones in this world, and he'd already spent one lifetime being hated for what he was. Funny, he'd always had pride before, and yet the first chance to hide it he had taken. What that actually said about him he didn't know, maybe he was just tired. Still, he didn't want to actually make her uncomfortable saying this. "Hey, you're important to me too".
.｡.:*☆ Had he really speaking it out loudly? The Doctor had thought the words had only been in his head but.... Rory had heard them. So, most likely, he had been saying them without noticing even.
"No, I mean.... maybe I do, yes. But all I can recall now is a picture of those statues. They did move, didn't say? Whenever you could not look, they would move closer, trying to get you...."
The thought made Ten shudder. The universe was really full of strange creatures, sure. Just, some were more dangerous than others, at the end of the day. "There also was an old mansion. And a woman, Sally Sparrow. And....." He groaned, shaking his head. "Sorry. I think there is more, even. But as hard as I am trying, I can not remember it."
He nodded, it was the one thing that he knew never to forget. Funny, once he had thought there was nothing left to be afraid of, now he knew better. Most things out there could just kill you, and at this point he didn't really fear death. But being separated from the people he loved? No... that was far worse.
"That's the one. Don't kill you, they just send you back in time" and he had wondered if that was what had happened here. The memories part wasn't something he had gone through before.
Still, he could see that the other man seemed to be struggling with it. Before all else, he was meant to help people. He had to at least try. "Not a name I know, but it's a big universe. Probably better not to remember it" he replied with a shrug, he knew he'd like to forget. "Name's Rory, sorry don't think I got your name" ok so he hadn't asked, but it changed the subject and it seemed to be what he needed.
Look who just woke up- is that PETER GADIOT? No, I must have been mistaken, that’s CYRUS from ONCE UPON A TIME IN WONDERLAND. I heard they are 200+ and stuck here just like everyone else. Even in the 20’s, he still gives off a/an BELIVING IN LOVE ABOVE ALL ELSE, ANYTHING FOR FAMILY, FINDING MAGIC IN EVERYTHING, LIVING A PUNISHMENT THAT DIDN'T FIT THE CRIME, WARM TEA impression. In Sydney they work as a CARPENTER. They’re known to be quite PATIENT & KIND but have a tendency to be PARANOID & IMPULSIVE on their bad days.
Gender/Pronouns : Male / he/him
How long have they been in Sydney : In his memories, 3 years. In reality, 2 months
Which suburb do they live in? Kings Cross
Personality description : Looks like a cinnamon roll, definitely can kill you. Cyrus will always try to be kind and do the right thing, if only because he once did the wrong thing and it ended up with him and his brother's being cursed and a lot of other chaos. After over 200 years cursed to be a genie, the reckless man he once was is a memory, and he is much more level-headed and calm. However with people having chased after his bottle for so long he can also be paranoid.
Memories of their real life :
Once upon a time Cyrus was just a normal man. He lived with his mother and brothers in Agrabah. They were hardly rich, but they were happy. However he had a habit of gambling, and cheating when doing so. It all came to a head one night when the person he was playing caught on to what he was doing. Cyrus thought he had got away with it, but as he and his brothers headed home, they saw their home on fire, their mother still inside.
As their mother lay dying, Cyrus decided to do whatever he could to save her. He'd heard about the well of wonders and convinced his brothers to join him getting the water they'd need. The guardian of the well warned him they'd be consequences, but it seemed worth it when their mother survived. However they soon realise the consequences when all three of them were turned into genies.
Decades passed, and he his bottle was passed from person to person, with him having to make their wishes come true. Eventually he became aware that he was being followed by Jafar, a ruthless man, and why he was after the bottle he didn't know. It was during an encounter between him and his current master that his bottle was sent far away, to Wonderland.
For a long time his bottle lay there, until Alice found it. She became his new master, but they travelled together as friends for a while as she tried to decide what to make her wishes be. Friendship turned to love, and eventually he proposed. But it was shortlived as the Red Queen arrived, using magic to push Cyrus off the edge of the cliff, and seemingly to his death... only it wasn't. Instead he landed on Jafar's magic rug and taken prisoner. They were not taken by the Dark Curse, Jafar had come too far and searched for too long, and so used a protection spell.
Jafar's plan couldn't be put into action as Alice hadn't made her wishes. He and the Red Queen put a scheme into motion to bring her back to Wonderland and to force her into making them. When Cyrus realised she was back in Wonderland, he tries to get a message to her to leave, instead hearing back she is coming for him. Eventually he manages to escape Jafar's palace, and is instantly caught by the Red Queen. She has his bottle and he is forced to come with her. However she agrees to go to Alice, wanting to leave Wonderland. Finally he is able to reunite with Alice. However Jafar attacks, eventually causing him to be freed from his genie curse, and Will to take it on.
When they are able to get Will back, he learns of the other two genie bottles Jafar has, and realises they are his brothers. Whilst Jafar is able to capture the Red Queen and Will, they learn that he still needs Will's heart, which is in Storybrooke. The White Rabbit takes them there, where they find it. However they are attacked by Jafar when they return, although he gets Will's heart, they get his staff, and Cyrus realises that it is his mother.
They plan to steal the bottles back from Jafar, and Cyrus and the now human again Amara go to his palace. Realising the trick, Jafar attacks Cyrus, and Amara has to do his bidding to save his life. At the Well of Wonders, before they can return the water Cyrus had stolen all those years before, Jafar murders Amara. As it is now he who has taken the water, the guardian places a genie curse on him, releasing Will and Cyrus's brothers. He was finally able to reunite with them, and they all went to Alice's original realm where finally they married, eventually going on to have a daughter.
What was their fake life like:
Open for plotting
Optional, please pick at least three and interpret them however you wish ::
Theme Song: The Rose - Westlife
Quote: Well, if you can't believe in love what can you believe in?
Wanted Connections:
“you are the peace i crave in this chaotic world.” (Tabris for Rex)
Rex blinked in surprise, not completely sure he had actually heard her correctly, because that definitely didn't make sense. "What?" well better to get some clarity on it, least know if he had heard right or not. Obviously he couldn't have, after all that had never been a word anyone had associated with the clones. The Republic had them created and used for war, the Separatists saw them as enemies, and to everyone else they were just soldiers. "You might have to explain that one to me?"
❛ what’s meant to be will always find a way. ❜ - Obi & Bail
"Come now, we both know that I don't believe that" no, if he did believe it, even for a moment, then he would have just been a senator. The rest of it... if it was meant to be, he'd have never tried fighting for a better future. What had happened had been inevitable, he had expected it for years. He just hadn't expected it to come at the cost of his planet. "It's good to see you old friend" and a relief, he knew what the other man had to live through after the Order, this was safer.
“ people like me don’t get to have peace. ” (Dev for Hans)
Hans sighed softly, rolling over onto his stomach, "peace is overrated" least that was what he believed. Not that he had ever known peace, but then he supposed it just came from being around his family too long... his real family, or original family? He wasn't really sure which was right. Besides, after the so called Great War, he wasn't really all that sure he believed in peace. "What do you mean people like you? You want to be a lawyer fighting for what's right don't you?" anything deeper... well their conversations never normally got that far.
the speakeasy had become somewhat of a haven for haythem. it was enough like his era that he could escape the bustling world that lied past its doors. alas, he was getting older, and his eyes were starting to demand sleep, even for as spry as he was. he was nearly out the door, he would have made it too, had he not heard someone speak his direction.
he sighed, annoyed. “i seriously doubt a bit of rain will-“ upon turning around, the lawyer’s breath caught in his throat. he narrowed his eyes at the other. his hair was darker, his hair more unruly maybe, and his crows feet nowhere to be seen…but it couldn’t be him. there was no possible way he could be here.
then again, haythem himself had been transported to sydney on a whim by some force of magic. he kept on forgetting that logic didn’t often apply to this new world. and his father always knew when storms were brewing. “do i know you?” haythem asked cautiously, not even sure how to handle this situation were it his father standing before him.
Oh now he was even more convinced of it. The reaction to him was hardly that of someone talking to a stranger. Well that was something he supposed, if he was right it meant that Haythem had at least survived that damned night. What had happened to Jennifer that night, he had died not knowing, and even now he hadn't run into anyone he had known from home until now.
"Not sure I'm the one to answer that lad" even if he had his suspicions, he was wondering if his nine year old son was this grown man in front of him? That sounded like madness, but he had learnt a long time ago that some things really were stranger than fiction... that or he really had become Vane and lost the plot. Ah well, least he was in a city not a deserted island.
Still, he never was one to just back down easily, might as well test it. "Edward Kenway... if that helps clear it up" and perhaps he was completely wrong, but he had never doubted his instincts before, perhaps there was a time when he should have, but that was long past.
Perhaps it was a relief more than anything. They’d ended up separating under the Empire, but he knew they had both been fugitives. Of course she could look after herself, but she had still been like a younger sister, one who always seemed to get herself into trouble but that was hardly the point. “Hey kid” he replied, hugging her back. A little surprising given jedi codes, but he supposed she had walked away from all that, even before whatever this world was. “I wasn’t expecting to see you here, wherever here is”.
Being free of the jedi and the Empire had given Ahsoka some room to relax, to breathe again. And decided her attachments didn’t make her weaker as long as she wasn’t going to go to the dark side for them. “Can’t say I was expecting to see you either, but I’m glad you ended up here too. No Empire, nothing out to murder anyone at the moment. It’s sort of...peaceful, in a normal busy-city sort of way. How long have you been here?”
"I gathered... what did you call your dog?" he asked with a smirk, well it was at least nice to know someone cared. He glanced down as she spoke, technically she was right, there was no Empire. But the conversation with Anakin still rang in his ears. He had been Vader, he had become part of it. He hadn't even known Anakin had survived Order 66. Did she know? "No clankers, no Empire. This might be what peace feels like" though really, he didn't know. He'd been created to be a solider, he didn't know what that felt like. "Got a lifetime of memories. 'bout a year ago I remembered everything else. What about you?" and he still regretted separating, even if both of them knew at the time it was the right thing to do.
Breha felt a sense of peace knowing Bail was there, some part of the old her and her home, she stopped where she was as she looked at the other and nodded her head "I'm safe" was all she could say to the other, she wasn't sure what to do in that moment, she knew the two of them had moment of light displays of affection in public but she didn't want to over step in the moment, if he wasn't ready for it, she wanted him to be the one to make the first move.
Seeing her again, how easy it would be just to pull her into his arms. But he also knew what this world did, he'd remembered an entire life here. He wasn't even sure which one of them was real, or perhaps both were as real as each other, they felt it. Still, he glanced at her hand, knowing he was looking for a ring. He remembered being married after all, what she had lived with he didn't know. "Is there somewhere more private we can talk?" well he had always let the galaxy see him as a family man, but an actual serious conversation with her, that wasn't for anyone else to see.
Breha was in one of her moods where she was remembering and missed her home planet and her family, she was currently sitting outside and working on a plan for his classes. Breha looked around her for a small break from planning when she saw someone who made her heart stop "Bail?"
It was a rare occasion for him to actually be heading home at a normal hour. It wasn't that he stayed late on purpose, he just got caught up in what he was doing. That was until he heard his name, without looking he knew. "Breha?" she was here, wasn't that everything he had wanted? "Oh my dove, you're safe" well the Empire had got them in the end. He'd always known they'd likely kill him for his actions, however careful he had been. He had just never imagined they'd take Alderaan down with him.
She should have gone home hours ago, but if the paperwork wasn't finished today, it would have to be finished tomorrow. Finishing it today simply meant she didn't have to stay late another day. Finally, finally, Karliah had gotten done and went to hand it off to one of her bosses, when she'd managed to drop it in the hall. Papers had flown everywhere, floating gently to the ground and being sent flying down the hallway. She'd sworn, half in elvish and half in English, and was looking dumbly at the mess when he had walked in. hat an embarrassment. "No, Sir," she'd sighed after a moment. "No, everything is not especially alright." This was the last straw in a very long day.
Seeing the paper he winced, well he had definitely been there. There had been many, many issues with the senate, but at least the technology was much better there. Things actually worked and there was little issue of accidents like this happening. But it was also completely corrupt and controlled by a mad man. Still, he waved his hand at the formality, "please, you don't need to call me that" it felt a little ridiculous in the circumstance at least. "Alright, let me help you pick it up, and then can say you handed it to me. No one should be working this late" and it really looked like she had enough and needed a bit of kindness. Unless of course whoever actually needed it outranked him, but he was pretty senior at least.
Sebastian was getting used to being in this strange land, after getting his memories back that is. His search to find his master, Ceil was starting to become a loss and he was ready to give up. Sebastian's mind had been beside himself, having to remember his deal with the young master and also realizing that the rules in this world or universe might be a bit different and his contract could be voided.
When he heard a voice, he turned to notice the man holding a wallet and patted his front pockets and back pockets to see if that wallet did belong to him. Turns out, Sebastian did drop it, something else he was trying to get used to. "Ah, you are too kind, thank you. I did lose it, actually."
Ever since his memories had come back, he had found it more and more strange having someone thank him. The Clone Wars had been long, and he had spent the entire time with pretty much everyone hating them. Someone being polite, even if it was just standard manners here, it wasn't something that he'd ever had before, he didn't really know how to adjust to it.
"You don't have to thank me for that, just common courtesy" was just basic manners after all, and here people... were still as desperate as back home. He saw that everyday with his job, sad really. "Might want to get deeper pockets though, there's opportunistic people around".
.｡.:*☆ "I already knew that, but thank you for pointing it out." The elf stated dryly, one eyebrow arched while glancing down at his naked feet. Since regaining his memories, he was often refusing to wear shoes. It was odd behaviour for most people, most likely. But, even when fighting in full armour, Fenris had never worn shoes in his life. It was an elven thing, most likely. Like, Merrill had never worn shoes either, as far as he could recall.
"However, I did not come to murder you or something, if that is what you are worried about." Not that Fenris was aware of, after all. His work for tonight was done, and, as far as he could tell, this man was on none of his lists of possible targets.
"As for the wish to be able to fly.... we all do have that coming to our minds at some point, don't we?"
Revali glanced down, raising an eyebrow. Well that was a new one. "Oh believe me, I get the appeal of no shoes, but you really trust other people in this city not to leave mess on the floor?" least in Hyrule that had never really been an issue. Well that and his talons had been far more equipped to deal with it then his feet here.
He shrugged at that, "there's far worse things than death" insignificance for one, and least he had been remembered. Unfortunately at the cost of being trapped for a century with the beast that killed him. Before Link had got lucky, self-righteous arsehole.
"Perhaps, but then I am a pilot, my entire life is to do with flying" that and he had been rito, he missed just opening his wings and taking to the skies. If he said that he used to be a bird, he imagine the other man would think he'd lost it.
@dreamyourselfbackagain > “what the hell is wrong with me?” - Sauron for any Miranda
“Other than the blood pressure?” Miranda asks. She hasn’t actually looked at him yet, it just seems apparent in the way he holds himself. Not to mention - “I’m not a therapist, but you obviously have a lot going on. We can talk, if you want.”
"I work in politics... if my blood pressure wasn't through the roof than I'm doing something wrong" he replied with a shrug. No he was used to it, that was hardly the issue. "You wouldn't believe me if I answered that. It was meant to be for a better world but... it might have made it worse" and that was vague enough he could still be talking about the Great War.
kiara grimaced when she looked at the person who arrived to the beach. what did he mean? what is she doing here. she could ask the same thing " to get away from everything. why do you ask? " she shook her head. what a strange man " everyone can be here if they want to. it's a good place to think. what are you doing here? "
she did not have any plans today on the beach. just feeling the sand between her toes and think of life was better than being around many people.
Fair he supposed, he was here after all, but that didn't make it any less irritant. Not the girl's fault he supposed... just about supposed, it was still annoying. "Because it's early, and normally the beach is empty, apart from people up to no good" was she? He doubted it, but looks could be deceiving.
He sighed, gesturing to his bag, "target practice. The gun range is too far out, and also guns are so uncouth" no, he much preferred a bow and arrow, he always would.
"Yeah. You fall asleep? Jus' not the usual reaction I get, is all." He isn't - well, okay, maybe he's a little offended. Rouge always liked to tell him that he wasn't as big as he thought he was, and V might have said something close to the same, but he liked to think that his music made people feel things. And not boredom, which is very much what this guy looks like.
Seeing the man's reaction he could groan. That was cruel, and given his normal attitude if he thought he'd taken it too far than he probably had taken it too far. "Sorry, I'm not the right audience" and that likely didn't help matters either. Oh he missed home, people were so easily offended here. "I grew up with a very particular music style, everything else just sounds wrong to me. Sure there's many who'd appreciate it" maybe, who knew.
