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@@WeskerandLoki, So when are we planning on opening this fun house of horrors to the general public?

@@AnonBrony, @@MagicalStarRain, I'm sorry but it feels like I've been issued a challenge. Plans are already in motion. To be fair, the cult just wouldn't be the cult if it didn't already have plans in motion to kill everyone... other members of the cult included.

@@AnonBrony, ...Is this you're subtle way of suggesting to me that in order to get my Moon and Star character in, I should aim at killing off one of the current members of the house?

@@WeskerandLoki, What? I'm not important enough to get on the warning label? Well then, I may have to work on that in the future.

@@Tricksters Pride, Bah! Minor Details. Oh well. Maybe next time.

Oh, House Moon and Star is full. That would explain why no one ever got back to me on my character submission.

@, Fillydelphia Hideout- Central Chamber Watching one of the most important mares in the world accidentally smack her hoof into the face of a necromancer and fall over because of it as well as how bashful she was for having done so was, for lack of a better word, endearing and kinda cute. It was no wonder that his beloved loved Derpy so much. With a friendly and understanding smile on his face, Lautrec walked over to the downed prophet and offered her a hoof back up. "Don't worry about it. The Laughing Mare likes some randomness in a prophet. Keeps everyone on their hooves." He chuckled a little as he gave her a playful wink. Once Derpy was back on her hooves, he would offer her a polite bow "If you will excuse me my lady, I need to take care of some last minute travel preparations. Giant musical killer crab war machines don't just travel on their own just yet after all." ................................................................................................... @, @@MagicalStarRain, House Whitegold - Artisan District - Just outside the Performance Hall Watching for a moment as Star Belle was clearly uneasy on her feet and not recovering from her fall in a hurry, Myopia decided to step in and aid her. Letting his horn light up a little as he bowed his head, he carefully lifted the winged mare off the ground and slid himself under her in order to place her on his back so that he could carry her. Once she was safely on his back and secure there, Myopia began to slowly walk into the Performance Hall so as to not worsen any possible injuries further. "No problem Ms Belle. And my name is Myopia Oncler. It's a pleasure to meet you even if I wish it was under better circumstances." Walking into the Hall, Myopia didn't wish to make a big scene so he quickly sort out Sweetie Belle out from the crowd. It wasn't that hard spotting the prettiest mare in the building and thus the head of one of Manehatten's up and coming corporate companies made his way over to her and carefully got her attention. "Lady Belle, I found her but I believe she may have a concussion. Is there a medical bay here that I can put her down in?" He asked softly, attempting to keep the attention drawn to the situation to a minimum for all concerned.

@@EquestrianScholar, I look forward to seeing her meet Lautrec in the institution. Considering the fact that he is already a devote follower of what will one day become a major player in the divided world it should be quite interesting...

Solaire of Canterlot My latest submission if we're allowed to have up to three characters. Solaire is a proud member of House Moon and Star and I look forward to seeing if he is approved.

Just a completely unrelated question and purely out of interest, how many characters are we allowed to have at one time and would I be able to introduce one at this late stage?

@@Spell Shock, I know how you feel. But I can't use Myopia at all until someone else posts and I'm really starting to get impatient and somewhat annoyed by the fact that they haven't by this point. If they're computer died or something in happening in RL I can understand that, but just a small message saying 'Carry on without me for now' wouldn't be that hard to send, would it?

@@Tricksters Pride, I know what you mean. the problem being that any song sung by a capitalist always seems to be about how greedy they are. I'd be happy for some input here by everyone. In the process however, I did find a song that would suit Prince Blueblood quite nicely.

I guess Myopia should have a theme song as well... How bad can I be was the song that inspired me to make Myopia, but I'm sure I can find something better sooner or later...

@@WeskerandLoki, *Has Myopia come in and give out free hugs* To answer your question, no. I haven't watched the lastest version of The Lorax. Just the animated version from the 70's.

@@WeskerandLoki, At least the staff know how to make a Stallion feel wanted. I do believe this is going to be very interesting.

I would like to submit Lautrec the Embraced as a patient. He suffers from a religious dilution that is so powerful and dangerous that he slaughtered friends, family and ponies who he had made toys for over the years and their families at his 21st birthday party by poisoning the birthday cake. Shortly after this slaughter, Lautrec also murdered many of his fellow cultists in a similar way because their version of the goddess they worshiped was different from the one in Lautrec's head and he considered them heretics for perverting her name.

@, Finding your theme song has inspired me to locate Lautrec's. Not only have I found Lautrec's, but I also found the exact tune that he would consider as his bridal waltz. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cF7CpyIwJiY Not sure how to make this a video box...

@, He continues to write stuff for it, explaining who he had planed for the story to unfold and the events that lead up to Equestria Divided in it's current day and age. As long as we don't push him, I believe he will slowly return to doing art for it.

And I've modified my post. I didn't mean to god mod like that but after no word from her for a while I just wanted to move the story on while giving her an in for if / when she came back.

@, Fillydelphia Hideout- Central Chamber "True enough Lady Derpy. I admit that my next creation would be more up to the task of dealing with the forces of the Earthborn. We just need some sharks, some gorillas and a couple of gems that can produce strong enough lazes from its eyes to metal steel." Lautrec explained with a completely serious look on his face before taking a sip of his tea. At the mention of Ponyville, Lautrec stopped smiling. In fact, he out right frowned as he joined the Lady in her moment of silence. "With all due respect my lady, I would only touch those bodies if it was do or die. And even then..." He seemed to wince a little at the idea of disturbing the flooded city, moving closer to Derpy and whispering his next words into her ear because of how secretive it was "Ponyville got flooded long before I even knew it existed, but... she mentioned it once years ago. It's the one day a year that we don't talk. Instead, she just cries and I listen and be there for her the best that I can." He wouldn't have told that to just any pony, since it was a very personal thing between himself and his wife. But Derpy was one of her closest friends and had lived in Ponyville with her. If anypony could understand the pain she was going through and knew how to keep it to themselves, it would be Derpy. "So, shall we start getting underway or are we waiting for the High Prophet to arrive first?" Lautrec asked aloud, moving back to where he had been before. ............................................................................. @, House Whitegold - Artisan District - Just outside the Performance Hall Having located the mare he was looking for and getting no response from her, Myopia took a moment to check if she was alright. She was clearly still breathing which he considered a promising start and by pressing his ear against her chest she clearly had a pretty solid sounding heart beat. Assured that the mare was still alive, he softly began to shake her by pressing a hoof on her shoulder. " Ms, are you alright?" he asked, trying to bring her back to the land of the waking.

With his plans on making the clock tick forwards defeated for the time being, Lautrec merely shrugged before selecting the door that was playing music and opened it while making sure to be clear of the open door when he did so. When it was clear that nothing was going to charge out of the room, he would carefully bring his head around from behind the door in order to gaze at the inside of the room while being ready to slam the door shut if need be. He had known plenty of musicians from the cult and his paranoia in this regard was well justified.

If the mare Myopia doesn't post before I post as Lautrec next, I'll have Myopia pick up the 'out cold mare' and take her back to the Performance Hall with the intent of taking her to its sick bay until proper medical help can arrive to take care of her. I would like to keep his story going after all.

@, Fillydelphia Hideout- Central Chamber News that the High Prophet himself was going to appear... Lautrec carefully eased the tea tray off of his back so that he could make himself a cup of the stuff himself. It was only after he had had a sip and relaxed a little did he nod his head to Lady Derpy's statement. "Indeed, that is a big deal. Big enough in fact that I am going to have to remind the driver of my latest war machine the importance of dodging anti-armor. It shouldn't be to big an issue because it sounds like we'll be paying Whitegold a visit, but a couple of solid hits from the big hitters they do have and it would be like hitting a crab with a sledgehammer. Very messy. While I'm sure that it would no doubt be destroyed if the engagement gets big enough because any pony in a position of power with half a brain will make it a high ranking target because it's both new and it's slaughtering a lot of ponies, I'm quite confident that it will put on a good show all the same." Nodding his head politely at Black Frost as the necromancer helped themselves to a cup of tea, Lautrec blinked for a moment before turning his head towards the Harl-equine squad leader with a suddenly sheepish but still warm smile. "Feel free to join us if you wish my lady. I'm afraid I don't have enough cups or tea to go around for the rest of your squad through, since I was under the impression everyone would be busy preparing for the party but I think we have just about enough goodies here to go around if nopony is greedy." It may not have been the grandest of gestures, but it was the thought that counted.