#reddesertpatch

[argentshaman]

Ah, really? I'll be sure to let Nichrome know you accepted those braids over Bron flying at your face then. I knew you'd come around.

Sigh.

"...It's true. I give up."

[argentshaman]

No, see, I can just call it attempted murder and get you thrown in prison. Again. It would be the Great Spirit's will that I survived after all. It would also be the Great Spirit's will if I sent Bron's huge ass flying at you. THAT would end in a causality. You'd at least end up with a few broken and/or fractured bones.

"..............Please no--"

[argentshaman]

He's too busy watching the television screen to care about us. Plus I'm sure Goldva would say something like, -GOLDVA OLD MAN VOICE- "Losing Silva is a shame, but not really, but it's the will of the Great Spirit that Nichrome left his scorpion spirit in Silva's bed to kill him. We must not deny the Great Spirit's will". I'm pretty sure Goldva won't care.

"...That's actually a pretty good impression. I suppose it would also be the Great Spirit's Will if I happened to accidentally push you down a flight of stairs, right?"

[argentshaman]

Take it like a man and let he kid put a frickin' braid in your hair. Ah, if only you were as nice as Thalim. If you find a scorpion in your bed tonight, it's aaaall on you, buddy...

"...I'm telling Goldva."

[mr-patchbean]

Thalim, why didn't you tell me I signed a marriage certificate when I was drunk?

"Huh? Oh, it must have slipped my mind. It's been a tiring night and all. ...Wait, I thought it was just a fake?"

[argentshaman]

reddesertpatch:

“Trust you?” Was he looking for comfort in someone trusting him after what had happened? If so, Namari was not the person to go to. On a family aspect, perhaps he still trusted him… but even then it was shaky. The family was small; only a handful of them. They all knew what was going on between each other. It wasn’t to say he would never trust Silva again, but at such a crucial time as this, he acted against their family and could have put them all in danger. Namari’s trust was not easily broken… but when it was, it wasn’t easy to fix.

"On a personal level, maybe. In regards to the tournament, no." It was blunt, but he wasn’t going to lie. The tournament had changed to a completely different level than intended, and the Patch were at the center of it. It felt as though no matter what anyone did now, they would be involved, and it was getting to the point where it was against their will. There was too much going on for Namari to work on his trust with someone who had previously broken it.

While Silva was not a bad person, his intentions were not good, either. It angered Namari, watching him do as he pleased while the rest of them had to stay in their place and do nothing but watch over the Shaman Fight. In Namari’s case, he’d not only been forced to do nothing but listen as the Gandhara plotted against them, but he’d also been accused of taking sides with Hao. Magna was one thing, but for people to start believing it was becoming a trend for the Officials to follow Hao was nothing short of aggravating. If they didn’t act out the way Silva did, people suspected them to be on Hao’s side. If they acted out as Silva did, they would be going against their laws. No matter what they did, they lost trust. Could that have been…avoided if Silva had done nothing?

"You, Gandhara, Hao… You’re all the same, are you not? You lack trust in Hao, yet you’ve taken the same action he once did. If you’re after him for those actions, and you’ve done the same… should someone not be after you? He stole from his family and betrayed them five hundred years, just as you’ve done now. I don’t hate you… but I can’t bring myself to trust you, either. Given time, maybe you can prove yourself worthy of my trust; but for now, even if I tried, it won’t happen. You almost hurt Radim, Kalim has been upset watching you suffer and now has tension between Renim and Bron because they were asked to reeducate you, Nichrome probably hates you or is very close to it for giving out private information about him, and Thalim isn’t fond of Hao either, yet he puts up with it and doesn’t go out of line. Don’t you think it’s about time you woke up and realized what you’re doing to your own family? Nobody but you can fix your actions. Renim and Bron can’t stop you or change your mind no matter how many times they ‘teach’ you. You’re the only one who can decide what actions you take, and only you know how you honestly feel. You, Hao, and Sati… You’re all powerful Shamans, yet you’ve chosen paths you can’t turn back from. It’s a shame, watching such strong people stoop down to these levels. If hurting your family is the path you’ve chosen… I have nothing left to say to you. "

Namari's words are met with a painful grimace, though it's not as though he shouldn't have expected a response like that. His fellow Patch is perfectly justified in his opinion, and there's nothing that Silva can really think to say in an attempt to make it all right again.

He's betrayed the very people he cares for most over his own stupid, selfish desires... And boy, is he ever paying for it now. 

Being subjected to Bron and Renim's methods is nothing in comparison to the torture he's suffering as his family push him aside. To be ostracised and rejected by the others is far worse than the duo's collective cruelty could ever amount to, and if anything, it's that which has taught him the most.

"I was foolish." He manages at last, shrinking into the safety of his cloak. It's strange how different he is now; reluctant to express himself as openly as he may have once done before. "--But I couldn't just stand around and watch any longer, ridiculous as it will sound. It's not much of an excuse, I know..."

There's a sigh as he thinks over everything he's done, and the comparison made between him and the others who dared to steal from the tribe.

It's clear that - internally, at least - Silva is at war with himself, head bowed in shame. Of course he doesn't want to hurt his family, but the fact remains that he has done, and there's not a damn thing he can do to change it.

Am I... Am I truly no better than him?

The thought of that is much too distressing, hands lifting to cover his face.

"Hah-- The Great Father deserves far better than a stupid son like me."

[mr-patchbean]

"Hey, take it easy. No working for the Cafe today." Dropping a light green bag on the counter beside Thalim, he turned and leaned against the counter, hoping Thalim would listen to him and let Namari take his place for the day. He'd lightly packaged a new, large recipe book inside the bag, so hopefully that would occupy the other Official for the day. "Happy birthday."

"Namari.... " He'd been working at Bean a lot lately that he had nearly lost track of time due to the ever non-changing duties daily, that he almost had forgotten what today was. Thalim couldn't really refuse a chance for a break if he was allowed to with no repercussions. 

"Alright, if you say so." He carefully opened up the bag, taking out the gift. His eyes lit up as soon he saw what he had gotten. Thalim flipped through the book quickly before putting it back in the bag for later. "Ah, thank you. I really appreciate it. Now try not to scare away the customers too much."

[mr-patchbean]

...Did you actually just say a plate is sad?

"Yes. Yes, I did, Namari. It's shattered over what happened. Utterly hurt that it had to be thrown out before being used. It's still shattered in pieces to be fixed."