A time for change|Acoia

[aivea]

It seemed like an ordinary enough morning in Acoia, at least to Naom. The middle-aged Storm Elemental smiles when he steps out from the building he'd been living in since retiring there from life as a mercenary. The sun wasn't quite up yet, but already he could see the familiar sight of at least one of the priests already hurrying about their tasks, nearly crashing to the Storm in their hurry.

"Early as usual, Remiel?" Noam laughs, stepping back.

"I suppose it's better to be early than late." The Ice/Wind then looks at the Storm in concern before adding, "Are you all right? Sorry about almost running into you..."

"It's fine. I doubt you could hurt me if you tried, lad."

[adris]

Seraven was going to try something new this time. He knew that everyone was a target, as long as they weren't anywhere near Sensatia. Thelon's idea to move all the mind types into one consolodated area with a quick scan of the Acoia grounds he found himself attracted to a certain pair having a conversation.

[whisper=Acadia]Hello to you good sir, the weather is wonderful around Acoia this time of year it seems. Sorry for just budging into your conversation like this, I kind of just was dying for a friendly chat. I am Chris by the way.[/whisper]

[aivea]

"'lo there. That's a bit understandable; mind it's going to be a bit awkward for at least one of us to not see the other," Noam says, seemingly to no one.

Remiel looks puzzled before glancing around. He had no idea who Noam was talking to, but just rubs his eyes. Rather than questioning the other man's sanity, he wonders what it is that's causing him to miss the other.

[adris]

Breaking the ice is a good first step, now he only had to start digging. He was high on his recent success, and believes that this catch might be a little tougher then last. With drive in his heart though, he might be able to pull through.

[whisper=Acadia]I understand that but I am also sort of... shy when it comes to meeting people face to face. You can just think what you want to say to me and I will hear it by the way, that way you can carry on conversation with your friend. Who is he by the way?[/whisper]

[aivea]

[whisper=Adris Warendo]
(I'm just going to use my usual italics for thoughts, and Seraven can "hear" anything that I don't mention as private. ^_^; A bit less awkward to write that way.)
"Ah, I don't mind continuing this way, then". Noam pauses then answers the question, "He's Remiel, one of the priests here. Sweet kid and good company, but doesn't have the faintest clue how lucky he is to have been found at the steps of Acoia." I'm rather sure now the one speaking to me this way is a Mind.
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"Don't worry about looking around, Remiel. Seems like a Mind decided to contact me in search of a little conversation, and I talked back to him aloud before even thinking about it," the Storm says to the priest, noticing that the Ice/Wind was looking around for something.

"all right, I hope you enjoy your conversation." Remiel smiles, then adds, "Such a lovely day this is turning out to be for you; Minds are very rare, and I don't think they talk to us nearly as much as to each other."

"It never seemed that they talked much, even when I was travelling," agrees Noam.

[adris]

Seraven took a quick peek with his mind's eye to see Remiel, he might be the target necessary to pull Noam over to the side of Envy. He hopes that the other man has something that Noam would want.

[whisper=aivea]Ah, he seems to be very lucky indeed. Where do you two rank in this temple? Equals perhaps? You both seem to be of similar minds so that wouldn't surprise me.[/whisper]

[aivea]

[whisper=Adris Warendo]
"I don't have a rank," Naom replies bluntly. "Remiel, however, is one of the priests here, and seems fairly popular with the others. Not that I can't tell what the see in him, people are just fond of sweethearts in this city, no matter how inexperienced." I earned a rank before I came here from experience and dedication, but he gained a rank through kindness, and hope. Perhaps the ranks are different here.
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[adris]

[whisper=aivea]That dosn't quite seem fair at all, should the best not get the job. And you used to have one you say? Why should they repeal all of your hard work? It might not be my place to say this, but you have been given the short end of the stick my friend.[/whisper]

Seraven tried to sound as casual as possible with his reply, feeling that he can't reveal the fact that he is probing the man's mind for extra information. Just whatever comes up front is what he is allowing himself to use for this very purpose.

[aivea]

[whisper=Adris Warendo]
That...wasn't supposed to be sent like that! "Ah, you heard that, eh? Personally, I'd take the short end of the stick, then no stick. See what happens when my hard work is put in the same direction, and so forth. Can't claim that I have the practice as a priest, that's why I was referring to the difference in level of effort needed." If it were possible mentally, he would have shrugged. "But that's neither here nor there. My former rank affects little in my life now, but to give my name a bit more to make it memorable."

[adris]

[whisper=aivea]All I am saying is that you are a hard working man and deserve to be recognized for it. I feel that one should get what they deserve, besides, tell me honestly if you never felt like you truly wanted what those higher then you have? A little taste of being able to have a say in the world?[/whisper]

Seraven is gambling on the fact that Acoia's call affects things on a continental level. This is a pull of power to any man almost as much as the wish the wish to be a noble. Of course he isn't suggesting that Noam get it, just that he wants it, really badly.

[aivea]

Noam tenses, as though startled which earns a worried look from Remiel.

[whisper=Adris Warendo]
"I... well... yes," Naom admits. "I en't quite leadership or nobility material, so I try not ta think about it. Less trouble ta just keep on with what I have the talents for, and let dreams be dreams. There probably en't ever been someone who never wanted ta be more than themself."

[adris]

[whisper=aivea]Don't sell yourslef too short my friend, all it takes to be leadership or nobility material is drive to go after what you want. So just ask yourself good Noam, truly, what is it that you want?[/whisper]

Envy and jealousy are equals, as long as he wants something that can fit into the catagory of 'noun' Seraven can play on it. The more grandiose it is, the easier his job of conversion in this case.

[aivea]

[whisper=Adris Warendo]
(*sings* Everybody wants to rule the world... or at least part of it. )

"I've had my fair share of thoughts of being the one of the wealthiest in all of Maelstrom," the Storm replies slowly, a hint of regret in his mental 'voice'. "But maybe I'd like a bit more to be only a step or sa below the Lord of Storms 'imself. Ruling a country would just be a 'eadache, but it's gotta be nice to be just barely low enough for it not to be more trouble than it's worth." World domination isn't somethin' I'd like; that'd be a migrane and a 'alf by the day, if that's what he's referring to."

He tilts his head slightly in thought. "But I you want something I'd think of as more than a passing dream, I'd like at least enough to live a bit over just what's comfortable. And there I go talkin' your ear off..."
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[adris]

[whisper=aivea]And how about all those people who do live above thier means. Don't you think that is a little unfair? I for one believe they should be forced to share some of thier wealth with the hardworking. It just... I don't know, it makes me wish I had more to tell you the truth. Don't you agree?[/whisper]

He might be reching for too much too soon, but he felt he either made a break through here or he would be running in circles trying to grind the man's mind down. He was three people away from achieving his goal, perhaps this is just a case of him getting impatient.

[aivea]

[whisper=Adris Warendo]"Aye... but all that can be done is dream, and envy, eh?"[/whisper]