Oct 22, 2016
The big three for predicting people: gold, beliefs, and ego. Get a handle on what's driving someone, and you'll know where you stand.
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The big three for predicting people: gold, beliefs, and ego. Get a handle on what's driving someone, and you'll know where you stand.
Brandt Holtzen
Brandt Holtzen: One shudders to imagine what thoughts lie behind that mask... what dreams of chronic and sustained cruelty...
Jester's Mind: ♪Do you believe in magic? In a young girls heart, how the music can free her whenever it sarts, and it's maaaaagic♫
Apologies, but when Quinn speaks, I feel my brain cells committing suicide one by one.
Brandt Holtzen
Not for the first time, Tarek wondered how exactly he’d been the one to earn the onus of management. The answer, he was annoyed to note, as that he’d volunteered for it. The Collective lacked anything resembling a proper chain of command, ith everyone largly independent in their responsibilities, but for the sake of efficiency and direction, someone had to take the reigns.
Thus, the Paladin often had to present himself as a face for the cosmopolitan group, and make minor policy decisions. Larger decisions didn’t technically require a consensus, but it would be impolitic not to. Besides, while he’d much rather be about his duties as a Paladin, he did value the Collective, and wanted to see them succeed. Thus, here he was, evening approaching, overlooking paperwork and reports sent in by the Collective’s accountantns and the few members who wrote in their own documentation.
It wasn’t the most exciting work, but he’d outgrown the need for excitement in his quests. In a way, this was just another way to practice problem solving. Speaking of...
Tarek frowned at one particular document, the content fairly lacking. While the Collective’s eyes were many, they tended to lack focus. Whatever value such intelligence there was here, it required a trained eye to sift through it.
Before Tarek could direct that thought further, soft footsteps heralded someone’s approach. Tarek glanced up at the open door to his office, eyebrow raised.
“I thought everyone else had gone home for the night.”
He noted, his eyes adjusting the dimming light.