Nomadic

Denarius @@Midnight Scribbler, @, @ "I would assume we're holding them for both our own safety and to have little influence over their little group. If they've been always as hostile towards your merry little band as they had initially appeared, it was probably better for us to take somepony in case they had decided to act on their 'instincts' first. Miss Fisher back there seems to be more than willing to gut me, especially when I try to engage in the simplest of formalities", Denarius rattled off. In the distance, he began to hear murmurs of what sounded like Mirror in the distance. They must of been fast approaching their destination. Looking back towards the others, he told them. "We should hurry up. I don't think Mirror nor are guests want to be kept waiting".

Denarius @, @@Midnight Scribbler, @@SilverHeart, @ "I'm sorry, she had asked me to tag along with Zintiik to meet up with you two. Honestly, she seems more than capable enough to handle them by herself", Denarius groaned. He walked down the hallway as he tried to remember either of the ponies names. "I believe Zintiik mentioned that their names were Kingfisher and Pavisa". He felt slightly anxious to meet up with anypony else. His mind began feeling burdened with so many benign questions. He sped up taking a small lead in front of the others. Mindfully, he watched his step not wanting to walk into any of the leftover sparks laden throughout the stone path.

Denarius @@Midnight Scribbler, @@SilverHeart, @, @, @ Denarius chuckled at bit at Mirror's response. "Wouldn't it be rather droll without some random aberration like myself", a little disappointed that she had taken his sarcasm so seriously. She carried on and mentioned something about meeting up with Willow and Scribbler, his mind recoiled at the mention of Willow. He had forgotten entirely about her over all of the frenzied arguing. He stood there just shaking his head for a moment as his mind sorted out the mere facts of his situation. "Sure, as long as you're positive that neither of these two will stab you in the back while both of us are gone". Looking around, he noticed that Zintiik had already left. He silently strode out of the room trying to catch up to Zintiik on his way back. Denarius had begun to make his way back to the little encampment that Willow and Scribbler had made. As he wandered through the hallways, he began to hear clacking of hooves against the stone and the chattering of a certain black bug. "Zintiik, I see you left without me", his tone uncaring towards the subject. Advancing towards the other two, he carried on his voice grew a little bit more lively "I'm sure Zintiik has already told you about are new acquaintances". Exhaling deeply, he aligned himself with the others for their trip back to Mirror.

Denarius @ "Thank you Zintiik", he smiled at the bug, at least he was compliant. "Fine, have it our way Miss Fisher, was it? I thought figured simple formalities were in order, despite the less than pleasing circumstances", he said with a simple wave of the hoof. Denarius continued looking at her as his smile faded in response, "I truthfully have no idea why your resisting such menial things as a simple introduction. Would it not be easier on yourself, to a least show a little sense of composure. Are you holding to the misconception that I'm nothing more than a simple sell-sword. It really makes it easier to justify violence against another when you cling so desperately on to such ideas, yes?", he voice was nonchalant as he gave a simple shrug to his own comment.

Denarius @@SilverHeart, @, @ Denarius turned back around, it looked like bargaining between the two groups had finally ended. "Oh, I guess we have two more ponies to welcome into are midst", he spouted off, not really talking to any individual in particular. He moved towards the Odd-Mare as closely as he could. "Well Miss, I see your 'negotiations' were actually successful. Granted, I don't doubt that it would be hard for an individual to argue when there's a metaphorical knife to one's throat. At least, it's nice to see that you were a little bit more welcoming of them than you were of me", his voiced cooed jokingly at the mare. His eyes darted forward, and quickly began to scan over the two captives. They were both clearly important to that group of bandits, and could possibly prove useful if his dealings went sour with Orion's little clique. His mouth curved into a faint smile. "With all of the commotion, I don't believe I've been properly introduced to either of you. You can call me Denarius, and what are your names?".

Denarius @, @@SilverHeart Mirror's words worried Denarius. They were stuck between two seemingly unreasonable individuals. He couldn't see this little encounter having a pleasant ending either way now. He laughed slightly as his interest in their situation grew as the odds seemingly dwindled. His gaze once again centred upon the hostage mare. He shook his head with a look of mild frustration, this individual was almost more unreasonable than Orion. "My my miss, you say such mean things, yet you hardly know me. Have I done anything to be worthy of your ire? You assume the worst of me, yet how do you know that such ponies aren't already are among you. May I remind you, that you and your little ramshackle party seem to be the only ponies wanting to pick fights here", he rolled to his eyes in a sense of bewilderment before turning away once again to begin work on clearing the diminishing field of sparks leading to Orion.

Monkshood @ The time moved slowly for Monkshood, seemingly crawling by. He stared at the floor as his mind slipped into thoughts of this mysterious disease that was ravaging populous. Could the Lord Inquisitor be mistaken, or was he right about it being something more sinister. He sighed as a sense of interest and intrigue washed over him. He looked up once again, and approached the secretary. "Where are the labs?", his voice was flat and blunt. The secretary, shaking, pointed hastily in another direction. Clearly, they were not comfortable around any members of the Inquisition. "Thank you", Monkshood reciprocated the kindness, yet his voice still remained dull. Departing once again in the direction towards the labs, he hoped to find the Lord Inquisitor, and proceed upon their journey.

Denarius Denarius smirked about Zintiik's comment on this other group. He stopped throwing the bits to look over at the Odd-mare and her hostage. "So are we going to work with these ponies now? What guarantee do we have that they won't backstab us?". He didn't trust anypony that seemed she was than willing to behead him so readily. His gaze began to shift towards the hostage. "Oh my little mare friend, you claimed for us to be nothing but dishonest psychos. How can we even be sure you're not the same way? While my companion's 'methods' may have been a bit caustic, she seems to be more than willing to negotiate, are you?".

Denarius @, @@SilverHeart, @ Denarius watched as the coins flew through the air. They landed scattered. Some billowed with smoke, yet others just clinked against the stone surface unsuccessfully. He wasn't to fond of being forced to align himself with any particular pony or group, preferring often to just remain to his own devices unless necessary, yet the little cluster of ponies in the rear corner would probably not look too favourably upon him. He chuckled softly. It almost seemed as if something was conspiring against him. Forcing him to confide, at least partially, within Orion and his group. Denarius' ears stood up as noticing a familiar buzzing noise hovering next to him. "Zintiik I'm so glad you finally decided to help. Would you mind telling me anything about who we're about to be lynched by". His voice was the only part of him acknowledging the bug as his attention was divided, and he was far more intrigued by the other events currently unfolding.

Denarius @, @@SilverHeart, @, @ Everyone Else Denarius stared, his dagger held tight, as ponies bounded around the corner. Finally, a distraction from his own thoughts. The odd-mare moved forward protecting herself from the sparks as Zintiik merely cowered by the ceiling. "Oh, there always something new with you two. I would likely presume are relationship with these fine ponies is simply sterling", he chuckled slightly. Watching as the mare took one of the ponies as a hostage, he simply grinned with a smile of approval. Her methods seemed caustic in comparison to the others, what a fun one she would be. The Odd-mare dragged the hostage along, the captive writhed trying to escape. She barked orders at Denarius and Zintiik to clear a path. Complying readily, he levitated a small amount of the scattered coins, tucking a few into the folds of his cloak they could prove useful later, trying to aim each one at different spark. He began launching them, hoping to begin clearing a tight narrow path of retreat leading straight to Orion.

Sorry, I wanted to try but I got only a single one. Fluttershy may your kindness always flow, through each new life and nature's eternal glow.

Monkshood @, @@Moaning Myrtle Monkshood stared at the mare momentarily, his brow raised infinitely intrigued by her knowledge, before shifting his gaze back to the Lord Inquisitor. "Lord Inquisitor forgive me, but I must go prepare. I'll be in the airship's quarters gathering any additional supplies that I require". Not one to often mince words, he turned around and once again descended back into the hulking metallic stomach of the ship. The often cramped hallways seemed mostly empty, other than the odd occasional varying branch member. Most of the crew would of seemed to of departed, or probably above deck by now. Monkshood made his through the labyrinthine corridors, until coming to his quarters. It felt tiny and sterile, yet had dishevelled in comparison to many of others quarters. Books, journals, and a variety of quickly scribbled notes lined the tiny desk in the small metallic box of a room. Approaching the desk, Monkshood began lining up his notes and journals preparing to place them in his bag. He looked down at his saddlebag, from the outside it looked like any other regulation saddlebag, but when opened it seemingly erupted with a smell dirt and other earthen components. The scent brought him a sense of comfort as he began lining one of the bags with a supply of quills, journals and his notes. Opening up the flap on the other bag, he began filling it gently with vials. Some of the vials empty, yet most contained a variety of different tonics and potions. The less potent mixtures had already been imbued with magic from other Inquisition members, but a few had not felt the touch of magic's embrace. These were special, a more potent blend than he had prior conceived, he needed to experiment with these eventually, and now seemed as good as any. Monkshood had made many of these in advance, not in preparation, but rather for the sheer pleasure that such creation brought him. Herbs, plants, and minerals smashed together to create something greater, to create something new. The thought of it invoked a nigh euphoric response from the stallion as he closed the flap to the bag. Monkshood strapped the bags to his uniform as he left his quarters. "Hopefully everything will goes as planned", he mumbled as his mind ran over the different permutations and effects his new brews would bring into the greater mix. Walking back through the corridors to find his once again to the top, he found himself thinking back to the task at hoof. His mind nattered at him that such research expeditions seemed rare to him, and that he must be sure to make it an enlightening one.

Denarius @@SilverHeart, @ Denarius watched as a thin trail of smoke billowed away from the coin. His nostrils twitched at the scent of the burnt metal. He looked up from the little coin to notice that it the hall was still filled with these little sparks. "Any actual plans, or shall we all wait here twiddling are hooves?", he muttered wishing for once to hear neither of them respond to his remark. The others began to reach into their own bags intent on solving the problem at hoof their own way. Zintiik's 'method' lacked any subtly or substance. Denarius rolled his eyes. Simply hurling whatever spare change they had at the problem would likely not completely solve it. He gazed intently at the odd-mare as she constructed a little wall of coins. She was clearly focused on trying to push her way through the magic. The makeshift wall inched slowly closer to the sparks until they fell, clinking against the hard surface of the stone. A host of hoof steps rattled off in the distance. Denarius' horn glowed as he let his magic clasp the sheathed dagger hidden beneath his cloak. He grew on edge and defensive. In Las Pegasus or Canterlot such noise would of been welcoming, but out here it made him nervous and a little jittery.

Denarius @@SilverHeart, @ "Oh they're fine just resting in the same spot. In fact, I believe it was Scribbler who suggested that I come to meet you. He said something about you might need a little extra help", Denarius stated readily. Uncertainty of his own choices still niggled at the back of his mind as he stepped forward closing the gap between the three. His eyes quickly noticed and shifted over to view the sorry state of Zintiik, what had happened to him? He face looked like it had been mauled by a manticore. "Are you okay there......." he hesitated. It felt odd and unsatisfying for the stallion to actually put another's interests above his own. "Zintiik go back. You should meet up with the others. You'll be safer with them, and possibly able to get some help", as the words escaped his mouth began to shift around, uncomfortable with what had just come out of it.

Denarius @@Midnight Scribbler, @, @@SilverHeart, @ Denarius watched as Willow weakly hugged his body before returning to a wall to rest once more. The briefness of her caress felt calming giving him a sense of sympathy towards this naive little mare. Her bond with her brother reminded him of the now seemingly archaic bond he once shared betwixt his family. "Well, I guess you get to have it your way then Scribbler. I'll be certain to find and help your friends", he stated slightly exasperated. He approached the descending cavern, looking back at Scribbler and Willow he merely gave them a nod and a few words before his inevitable descent. "Have fun you two". Denarius proceeded down the labyrinthine caverns. He lit his horn, the light from it was weak and barely beneficial. His emotions and thoughts had become conflicting. He had come this far just to sate his own indulgence, yet Willow and this group offered another path. Unsure what to do, he hit his hoof against the flooring in a mild fit of anger. The pain from his hoof stung slightly, but seemingly relieved some of his frustration. Continuing down the path, glittering orbs of light began to hang in the air as he heard the chatter of muffled voices in the distance. He let the light dissipate from his horn. The chatter could of easily been the others. He would risk his chances, and approach the voices. The voices progressed forward slowly as he mirrored their steps finally with the two, now recognizable, ponies coming into his view. He tried to make his presence known before approaching. He was still conflicted, yet knew he had help stop Orion. "Do you two need any help over there"?, he tried to feign his usual attitude, not wanting to show any of his current self-doubt.

Monkshood @, @@Moaning Myrtle A look of satisfaction spread throughout Monkshood about his assignment. The Lord Inquisitor was playing to the pony's strengths, and at least not sending him off on some random other task. That left his partners for their expedition. He was partnered up with the Lord Inquisitor and some random member of the Twilight Branch he didn't quite recognize. She introduced herself as he only raised a brow at her comments regarding herself. The concept of an active Black Magic practitioner slightly intrigued the earth pony. "Greetings Johanna, I am Monkshood", he told the mare. He was not in any rush to bandy facts off about himself, and this attitude was reflected in his voice containing an almost dull and disinterested tone to it.

Denarius @@Midnight Scribbler, @ Denarius gazed at Willow. She was just as determined as her brother to get what she wanted, and more than likely going to wander off, again, if left to stay with the resting Scribbler. "I would always appreciate the company my little mare friend. If you do start to feel tired, we could easily rest for a moment or two", he gave her a hearty little grin as he turned his head back to Scribbler. "I don't think anypony here is going to take a simple no as an acceptable answer. Willow will probably be safer with me anyway, and I can take it slow if the need ever arises". He looked back and forth rapidly at both of them. For once, he hoped that both he and Scribbler were on the same page despite their often conflicting viewpoints.

Monkshood @, @@Charcoal Embers Monkshood was relieved to see the Lord Inquisitor interrupt before he was given any chance, or forced to, to explain himself to such a pony. He recognized the mare. She was clearly from the Twilight Branch, yet he had only seen her a few times in passing. Probably, whilst grouped together with some of the other Inquisitors from the branch. Even within such a structured organization, Monkshood found himself still pursuing a path more of solitary rather than the solidarity many of the other like minds found within it, and while he had found some form of camaraderie, he still preferred his thoughts to what he saw as the dissenting voices of others. He tried to shrug off any of the feelings or preconceptions of the ponies here as he followed the little caravan of supplies off the docking port. Standing beside the rest of his fellow Inquisitors, his face tried to retain a look of calmness about it.

Denarius @@Midnight Scribbler, @@SilverHeart, @ Denarius raised his hoof to speak as he watched tears well up in Willow's eyes. He felt some sense of empathy and sadness towards the mare. She must of cared for Orion deeper than he had realised. He swayed back over to Scribbler and raised his brow at his question. "I trust you well enough Scribbler, yet I think your real question was can you trust me. For all of your sanctimonious babbling, your still well-meaning with motivations about as clear as a glass window pane". He smirked a little trying to keep his complacent attitude about him. "My answer to you on trusting myself is probably. I can't speak for anything I haven't done yet, but I will assure you that I have no interest in your so called 'Litany'. Judging by Orion's current attitude, I would be forsaking all the pleasures of my life for one magical bauble. It would be rather short-sighted on my part, don't you agree?". Denarius began to circle around the area glancing at each of the three remaining ponies. The odd-mare seemed to think it was best to chase after Zintiik, probably a wise idea. Giving a nod of indifference, he watched her run off before answering Scribbler's final question. "Mine is a power of opportunity. With my magic I'm able to manipulate any odds and fortune exclusively towards my favour. Fortune is still unreliable though, and I've learned over time that such magic is merely a buffer not to be exclusively relied upon. I thrive within the social world, yet have delved into the more roguish path once I've grown bored with society or Fortune has decided to be fickle", his voice remained torpid at any mention of his past. Letting his horn glow a weak and pale white light in demonstration of his magic, he began to grow more impatient as time dragged on.