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Independent ask blog/RP for Rise of the Guardians' Pitch Black. Note: Side journal, so I can't ask/follow from this blog. I track the tag chiaroscuroterror.
Some NSFW content.
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chiaroscuroterror

elizabeth-pitchiner:

chiaroscuroterror:

 

                           εїз✥Kozmotis✥εїз

"Elizabeth."  He contemplated the name a moment, then continued.  "Oh, you know," he shrugged.  "They want everyone to be learned, soldier or not.  The history of the great Families, the lore of the Darkness, the cultures of all the various worlds.  It’s fascinating, I suppose. Though I doubt full scholars such as yourself include training and drills into your curriculum as I do."  He nodded toward her books, and his sharp hunter’s gaze fell upon the few sheets of paper that had fluttered loose from the young woman’s grip.  He stooped to retrieve them before the light breeze carried them into the fountain.  "Now these look fascinating."  Quicksilver eyes scanned the little sketches as he offered them up to their rightful owner.  "Did you draw them?"

                                    ❀❖Elizabeth❖❀

       Actually no, she would not have known such requirements pertaining to their military institution. She was in a different faction that she was allotted to for her position, though since she never gave her last name could label her as the average student to be in that kind of trivial loop. Not that she minded knowing though.

A second of delay from 

pulling her gaze away to

stare, and come to the

realization of her work

nearly drifting off to take

a unwelcome bath.

                                                    Eyes widen in surprise, ❝oh, thank you,

                                       and yes. I did draw them❞ her index finger curled

                                       and lightly rested on the collarbone.  ❝I am

                                       always inspired by the inventing of gravity and

                                       time by W. Omrbic Shalazar. His formula for 

                                       creating the time machine is most fascinating.❞

                                         εїз✥Kozmotis✥εїз

"Ombric Shalazar?"  Koz quirked a dark brow.  "The name seems familiar.  But you’ll have to forgive me, I’ve a memory more for great warriors and weapons than great inventors and their creations.  Though, I suppose there is no reason why one cannot be both."  He gazed at her with new-found respect.  "These drawings are quite amazing.  What do you desire to create?  What do you hope to bring into this Golden Age?"

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zinfandelli:

a shitty cell photo of shitty sketches for costume design for magical wild west!Jack frost! lolol for an rp chiaroscuroterror and i happen to be plotting :> 
what could be more awesome than magic in the old west? how about nooooothiiiiiing! 
Jack always conveniently gets hired as a bartender because of his crisp icy magic. or you know…as the resident refrigerator. whichever pays more. 
and Pitch is mysterioooouuuuuussssss. a mysterious OUTLAW! dfjghdfgdfg

zinfandelli:

a shitty cell photo of shitty sketches for costume design for magical wild west!Jack frost! lolol for an rp chiaroscuroterror and i happen to be plotting :> 

what could be more awesome than magic in the old west? how about nooooothiiiiiing! 

Jack always conveniently gets hired as a bartender because of his crisp icy magic. or you know…as the resident refrigerator. whichever pays more. 

and Pitch is mysterioooouuuuuussssss. a mysterious OUTLAW! dfjghdfgdfg

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chiaroscuroterror

elizabeth-pitchiner:

chiaroscuroterror:

                                 εїз✥Kozmotis✥εїз

"A good way to start off the new semester," Koz agreed.  "If you believe in such wishes."  A soft smile played at the edges of his lips as he tried to count the coins shining beneath the water’s diamond surface.  "I’m not certain I do, yet, whether on coins or on stars.  But, isn’t that why we’re all here at the Academy, to make sure that people are free to wish, and hope, and dream?"  He tilted his head, and with his shining eyes, aquiline nose, and crest of dark hair the action was distinctly birdlike.  "I don’t believe I’ve seen you before.  My name is Kozmotis Pitchiner, General-in-Training.  May I ask yours?"

                                             ❀❖Elizabeth❖❀

       An eyebrow raised in curiosity to the man named Pitchiner’s strange and honest confession. She herself had believed in the coins and stars for how she was brought up by the household estate of the Auroranis Family. It was her duty to overlook the group of constellations The Great Houses had control over. 

Though with blessed fortune

the enemy that they only are

aware of the benefits of holding

it for ransom rather than intaking

their power to become strong.

                                {A top secret hush amongst the Family

                                and selective ranks of the Golden Army}

       She gave a single digit tap to the tip of epidermis covered deltoid to his inquiry of her name. Nothing against providing such information simply based on her reasoning that in such an Academy where professors will call out the name regardless of desired discretion.        

                                       ❝I am Elizabeth, and it is a pleasure to meet your

                    acquaintance Mr. Pitchiner. General-in-training? Ah, I heard a

                    bit about it though I am unsure of how much of the military is

                    incorporated to the Academy.❞

Was the program a part of the

Academy, was the Academy,

or any Academy, a additional

requirement for the program,

or was the the Academy just

a additional option?

                                                                           εїз✥Kozmotis✥εїз

"Elizabeth."  He contemplated the name a moment, then continued.  "Oh, you know," he shrugged.  "They want everyone to be learned, soldier or not.  The history of the great Families, the lore of the Darkness, the cultures of all the various worlds.  It’s fascinating, I suppose. Though I doubt full scholars such as yourself include training and drills into your curriculum as I do."  He nodded toward her books, and his sharp hunter’s gaze fell upon the few sheets of paper that had fluttered loose from the young woman’s grip.  He stooped to retrieve them before the light breeze carried them into the fountain.  "Now these look fascinating."  Quicksilver eyes scanned the little sketches as he offered them up to their rightful owner.  "Did you draw them?"