Inevitably, They Fall.

Strange things are happening in Victorian England. People are dying of unknown diseases, murders are happening in the middle of the night, and a strange kid with a masquerade mask wanders about the streets. Rumor has it if you touch 'em, your skin deteriorates, or worse... You catch Scarlet Fever!

[prxbooscis-blog]

(( There is not too much Bastille in Vivian's playlist, what are you talking about? ))

[stxrybook]

prxbooscis started following you!

[stxrybook]

        ❝It’s a pleasure to meet you as well, Miss.❞

              He blinked at her question, pursing his lips as he searched for a normal-sounding answer.  ❝My family sent me here because there’s too much going on at home… So I’ve been living with my .. aunt ever since.❞ He winced at how easily the lies came to his mind, but waved away the thought. It wasn’t as if Vivian would believe him in any case, anyways.

[prxbooscis-blog]

"That's interesting," she wrote.

Something seemed a little off about his answer, but she decided not to press further on the matter. People had their secrets, just as the horseman of Pestilence did. Of course, the horseman had plenty of secrets that humans probably would never have, but that was not the point.

"I live here, in case you were wondering."

[theonewhoburns-deactivated20220]

My character has been committed to an asylum. Send me ☤ for their reaction to yours visiting them.

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[plasticdynasty]

Tell us about _____?

Send the name of a character, item, place, event, or thing, and my character will say a few words about that thing.

[prxbooscis-blog]

                                                Destroy.

                                            Destroy them.

                                        Destroy everything.

                                                                              You don’t need them.

               They’re vermin,                                     traitors,                                                                  foul little leeches.

                                       Disgusting. Pathetic.

    Kill them all.

                                        Wring their necks.                           Drain the juices from their corpses.

                                                                   Make them suffer.

                                Break them once and for all.

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. . . INFILTRATE . . . FILES . . . APPROACH . . .

[everthebringer]

oh no spooks be followin no no

[prxbooscis-blog]

(( 2spooookyyyyyy [float float float] ))

[everthebringer]

such float much spooks.

[prxbooscis-blog]

(( oooooOOOOooooooOOOOOOoooooh! ))

[stxrybook]

prxbooscis started following you!

[stxrybook]

          He blinked at the stranger, expression growing panicked. ❝B-but wouldn’t you rather return to your homeland?❞ Calm down, Milo, you’re giving yourself away. The black-haired teen sucked in a deep breath, squeezing his eyes shut and massaging his temples.

          ❝I-I guess your claim makes sense, though… I’m Milo DiAngelo, what’s your name?❞ He could only pray that the stranger had never read any recent horror books as he waited for a response.

[prxbooscis-blog]

"----Vivian. A pleasure to meet you, Milo." She nodded to him and hugged her notepad to her chest. The tiny horseman's soft voice rang out, "What brings you to this city?" It was actually normal for London to receive many visitors, but Vivian was curious about this particular person. After all, not everyone starts a conversation off with a hypothetical question.

[prxbooscis-blog]

"I dare say you are staring at me. --And staring is rude."

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(( Finished making and implementing my new theme! Go take a look at it. <33 ))

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skulls // bastille

i don’t want to rest in peace i’d rather be the ghost that annoys you i hope you can make me laugh six feet down when we’re bored of each other

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(( I'm making my own theme for this blog using a sideblog as a test, and it's loOKING HELLA NICE RIGHT NOW FOR AN AMATEUR THEME MAKER HELL YEAH ))

[stxrybook]

prxbooscis started following you!

"Let’s say one day you woke up and realized you were a storybook character. This is all hypothetical, of course — but what would you do?”

[prxbooscis-blog]

Vivian stared blankly at the person before her for a moment before taking out her notepad and scribbling down an answer. "I would learn the customs of this world and live on as if nothing ever happened."

[prxbooscis-blog]

psa. i am an agonizingly slow roleplayer — my muses are fickle and some days all i can manage is chat threads or shenanigans. other days i can pump out longer threads like no one’s business. if it takes me awhile on your thread it has nothing to do with you as a writer or me losing my muse for the thread. never hesitate to ask for my skype for in between threads for chatting and plotting and fun.

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(( sCREAMS I GAVE MYSELF REALLY SAD FEELINGS H ELP ))

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(( Tbh, I want to laugh because Vivian was supposed to be nearly emotionless and uninterested in everything, but she grew to really enjoy learning and pestering her siblings. ))

[everthebringer]

oh no spooks be followin no no

[prxbooscis-blog]

(( 2spooookyyyyyy [float float float] ))