*totally meant Myriad* *...yep.*

*looooooooooooms like a hungry vulture* *drooooooooool*

*tongue flick* ....... I'm just bored, is all... So I went wandering.. And what do I find...? You! Acting oddly! It's almost like Christmas!

Your moping!! *he points a hoof at Myriad*

*Obscenely dances about* This rhyming thing is driving us insane. I'm sure there's someone to blame.

*unfortunately, Screwloose chose Undertaker's office/hovel/building to take shelter in* ... *he's been hoovering like a creepy vulture*

*a creepy, drooling, twitching and oddly giggling vulture*

*he skitters closely behinf Screwloose, with whatever it is she's doing*

*totally meant behind, so yeah.*

*with a happy squee, he attempts to tackle-snare Screwloose!*

*grinning widely, he presses his pseudo-nose against Screwloose's* You, my dear, have the unmistakable scent of crazy.

Or...... It could just be a pony smell.... Ya never know really. *Sits atop Screwloose* What are you doing here?

Noooooo... But I maaaay know where she issss....~ *his grin gets wider. somehow.* (Screwloose)

Even better, I can take you there....~ Buuuuuuuuut... Olny if you do somethig for me, in return. (Screwloose)

All I require from you.. is... *he leans closer to Screwloose* ....a steady supply of dog biscuits.

*sadly, he's completely serious.* I'm down to my last three.. It's a shame, really. (Screwloose)

Absolutely /lovely!/ *he hops off Screwloose* Come on then, pony! *he begins trotting*

*after a few moments, teh two enter the throne room* Ohhhh Queen Queen Chrysalis!~ This one needs Myriad. (Screwloose)

((Sorry if I haven't been on, lately! I've been /super/ busy with conference.))

*no, not ruins: desolation, the aftermath of a battle* *there, in a circle, ponies, eyes fierce, determined*