013 | Down To Business

[godsoffortune]

Who: Everyone!
What: Training
When: Morning June 16
Where: Bishamon's temple
Summary: Training sessions for everyone to learn more about their abilities and jobs!



Many people have been wanting to know more about their abilities and what they are required to do here in the Far Shore. So, in conjunction with Bishamonten, the Heavens have seen fit to offer an open training session for everyone to participate in. Here you will be able to learn anything and everything about what you should be able to do and what is expected of you in your new positions.

Bishamon's temple is sweeping and gorgeous, having previously been home to hundreds of shinki. She has graciously offered to hold this training session and will be available to help anyone who needs it.



Equipment

Various kinds of mannequins and dummies have been provided for practice, as well as targets that are either stationary or move, depending on your will. Punching bags, jumping blocks, and a large pool area have also been provided for your use, so that you can find a tool for pretty much anything that you might need to practice. Plenty of practice weapons of various weights, sizes, and shapes are also available upon request from any of the many white-clad shinki that are also attending today.

God Training

Bishamon herself will be the foremost source of information regarding being a god and what is expected of you. It is also encouraged that gods group up together to practice what they've learned and discuss their ideologies. Random groupings can be provided by the mods or you may come up with your own groupings together.

Shinki Training

Various shinki are available to help with shinki training, including Kazuma and all of Bishamon's shinki. Additionally, the white-clad shinki will be more than happy to train you on using the borderline and some of the basics of what is expected of a shinki. It is also encouraged that shinki group up together to practice what they've learned and discuss their ideologies. Random groupings can be provided by the mods or you may come up with your own groupings together.

Refreshments

There is a refreshments table provided. It is covered with light snacks and various kinds of hydrating drinks. There is a little sitting area set up for people to relax in after they have finished their training or if they're even just taking a quick break to cool down. The Heavens want you to stay in good condition!

In Summary:

• Use the state of the art equipment
• Learn about your job
• Form groups to practice
• Don't get dehydrated
• Spectate if you want
• Have fun~

Comments

OTA

[junkyarddog]

A) Who Let The Dog Out

[Ken finds it much easier to go off his instincts of the things he already (inexplicably) knows than he does to parse all the new information people are giving him today. That, or he's clinging to the subconscious familiarity of his abilities from his past life. Either way, he's here to ostensibly train as a shinki, but that he's actually doing is gleefully tearing apart training dummies with fangs and claws as he re-familiarizes himself with his channels all over again. What an outside observer will witness, in the process of Ken's doing this, is him snapping what look like novelty Halloween fangs on over his own teeth and then his body physically transforming to various degrees - teeth lengthening, his fingernails turning into claws, animalistic stripes appearing on his face, and occasionally (depending on which cartridge he's using) a horn or even a borderline complete body change.

It all makes him look pretty formidable, for a teenager, until one remembers that none of it will be useful - and the biting, in particular, seems like it'd be seriously detrimental - against ayakashis. Ken either doesn't know this yet or doesn't care, but feel free to question his technique. Or to ask what the hell he's doing in general.]


B) Refreshments

[Having worked off his aggression and confusion to an acceptable degree, Ken is now stuffing his face. Messily. You would think no one taught this child a single lesson in table manners in his entire life or death, and you would be 100% correct.

Someone at least tell him it's gross to put back something he's taken a bite out of if he doesn't like it.]

a+b because fight me

[kokuyoyo]

[He should be enough. Chikusa wants to be enough.]

[His god doesn't need any other shinki besides himself, right? He's already learning quickly- more than some shinki would, even, in the same amount of time, or at least so Chikusa has observed from some others. He learned borderlines on his first day, he assisted his god in a sudden mission, he's already learning spells and making headway on figuring out how to harvest things from ayakashi. Even in things not related to being a shinki, he's learning- about the Greek pantheon, about his god's domain, all of that.]

[So why does his god need another shinki?]

[On some level, Chikusa understands that it's likely not Axel's decision. This is something the Heavens have chosen to do, for whatever reason. Yet that does nothing to quash the tumultuous surge of uncertainty, of jealousy, that sweeps through him like a sudden hard rain. Even if Axel didn't make the choice to have another shinki, that doesn't mean anything. That doesn't mean he couldn't come to like this new shinki more than Chikusa, that this new shinki couldn't have more useful abilities, or better knowledge, or- ]

[He has to see for himself. To either put his fears to rest, or to see just what he has to contend with.]

[At least he has a name and a rough description. With that in hand, Chikusa shuffles through Bishamon's grounds, keeping an eye out for a mess of blond hair. There's a few people that could fit that description, including Axel's best friend, but the beach party not that long ago has done exactly what Chikusa needed it for- he recognizes most of the people who showed up there even if only at a passing glance. What he's looking for- who he's looking for- is going to be completely new.]

[What Chikusa isn't quite expecting is how new this new shinki is, and, when he sees the blur tearing apart the training dummies, he almost isn't sure what to make of it. Not because he can't see the movements of the other teenager, but because the physical changes are something he's had yet to see in the Far Shore, and when he realizes that he fits the description of the person he's looking for...]

[Ken probably won't even really pay much mind to Chikusa. There's probably plenty of people who've been stopping and staring at him today, and Chikusa, unassuming even if very tall, is just one more number to that. It suits him fine; he just wants to watch for now and try to ignore the churning in his stomach.]

[That's.... a formidable power. Perfect for combat, unlike any of the skills Chikusa has been able to realize he possesses. He does his best to tell himself that it won't do anything against ayakashi- the blight takes care of that. Even with those thoughts, however.... All he can think of his is first day- and how someone with this kind of violent brutal skillset would have been so much more useful for tearing through corpses.]

[Chikusa lets himself stew in the feelings, observing and taking note, until Ken finally seems to be satisfied and starts to bound in the direction of the refreshments. That's when he finally calls out.... because this is the final test. If he reacts to this, then... He really is Axel's other shinki.]

Ken.

[junkyarddog]

[And he does. Ken stops, right as he's pulled out his current cartridge to tuck it away in his jacket, eyeing Chikusa with a sort of inquisitive suspicion. All of his attention, none of his trust.]

...who're you, and how do you know my name? [Axel probably mentioned another shinki at some point, and Ken definitely forgot about it. Not that he might have realized Axel would have communicated his name and description to the other shinki even if he'd remembered.]

[kokuyoyo]

[So. It is him. Chikusa is torn from relief that he doesn't have to do more searching, and more quiet nausea that he has to deal with this at all.]

[It doesn't show on his face. There's just that dull expression that's been in place this whole time as he considers the blond.]

Kakimoto Chikusa. Axel-sama's exemplar.

[And that's a title he will cling to and have to be pried out of his cold and bloody fingers.]

B

[priforprince]

[ ....Hibiki has never been so glad that she tends to bring her own refreshments to things in her life.

The teacup in her hand wobbles, liquid inside threatening to slosh out. She should go. She should just turn around and leave. She has her own repast. She doesn't need to concern herself with this one.

But no, this is too disgusting. She'll never be able to relax properly if she knows this is still going on.

So she tosses something at him with a flick of her wrist. It spreads out and will drift down onto whatever Ken's eating if he doesn't catch it. ] Use a napkin. What is this needlessly barbaric display?

[ The Prince has judged. And you are unworthy. ]

[junkyarddog]

[Rather than catch it, Ken pauses mid-bite to stare at it until it settles on his food, then looks over at her. The expression on his face could best be summed up as aggravated defensiveness.] I can just lick 'em off later, byon. [Presumably he means his fingers.]

1/2

[priforprince]

Hhhhh!!

[ Falling out of her grip, Hibiki's teacup shatters to pieces on the ground. ]

2/2

[priforprince]

[ Hibiki doesn't notice, apparently, being too busy taking a step back as an ashy pallor settles over her face. This can't be happening! This is the Far Shore, land of the gods! Of Divine Providence! Surely no one would be granted a godhood (or judged worthy to be the tool of a god) who -

who used -

who - ]

...w-what...did you.....say....?

[ She misheard, right?! It's just because your slovenly mouth was full! You didn't just ruin everything!

You didn't just use a sentence ender! ]

b 1/2

[moonlitknight]

.........

2/2

[moonlitknight]

[ Ken.... why? ]

If you bite it, you eat it.

I didn't see you'd nested the second reply in your own whoops

[junkyarddog]

It doesn't taste good. [Ken makes a face.] I'm not eating it, byon.

A

[oneblackcat]

[Omi spends a couple of minutes just standing back and watching dumbly as this person keeps changing form. He's seen instant genetic alteration before (thanks, Masafumi) but he's never seen someone able to go back to a prior form. This is like changing clothes.

Finally, when he's between transformations and doesn't look quite so ready to maul the first moving thing he sees, Omi approaches, half-curious and half-wary.]

...How are you doing that?

[junkyarddog]

[Ken pauses in his attacks, looking up; luckily, Omi's caught him in Wolf Channel, which is one of the more humanoid ones. It makes the inquisitive tilt of Ken's head look even more canine than it might usually, though.]

Cartridges, byon. [And he pulls some out, fanned between his fingers.] I just switch 'em to change the Channel.

[This would sound slightly more nonsensical if he hadn't been enthusiastically yelling things like 'KONG CHANNEL' and 'CHEETAH CHANNEL' every time he switched, so since Omi's been watching for awhile, he can probably recognize that Ken's not talking about TV here.]

[oneblackcat]

[Well that's... different. It really is like changing clothes. How does that even work, though?]

Oh... That sounds versatile. If you have a lot of different ones, that is.

B hisses loudly

[disciplineking]

[Well that was just a disgrace. Someone seemed to have let an animal loose at the table, especially a teenager like him, and Hibari was hellbound to pound into his head to stop being such a messy shit.

And that uniform looked awfully a lot like that hat guy's which just ticked off all his annoyance boxes.

Either way, Hibari's bringing the end of a tonfa none too gently down on Ken's head.]

Do you even know how much of a mess you're making, you filthy dog?

[junkyarddog]

[Ken yelps at the strike; he was too preoccupied with free food to notice, or care about, the approach of anyone else. But he immediately rounds on Hibari with bared teeth.]

What's the big idea, byon?!

[disciplineking]

Someone has to discipline a stray like you.

[A hand tried to latch onto his collar and drag Ken back from the table.]

You're making a mess of everything.

B, i am late forgive me....

[pineapplet]

[She can't help but perk up upon seeing the terribly familiar display of bad table manners. It's gross, but somehow comforting? Probably because of its familiarity, Chrome lets her guard drop momentarily as she approaches, expression softened to one of fondness.]

Ke- [She begins and then her voice catches, stalling as her eyes zero in on the mark on his neck. Another? It feels like ice dropped into her stomach and she stops, staring at the kanji with an unreadable, carefully blank expression to hide the sudden weight of grief.

She just stands there, staring, uncertain of how to proceed.]

np~

[junkyarddog]

[Ken looks up when she starts to say his name, although it's anyone's guess if he realized what she was about to say. His head tilts quizzically at her staring, but there's no recognition in his eyes.

Weird, she's not even yelling at him.]

[pineapplet]

[Spotted! Imagine the Metal Gear Solid noise here.]

Ah-- Ah... [She doesn't know how to respond, simply gazing at him for a moment before she turns to the table. She's tempted to grab the apples, but she's worried it'll be too similar to back then and trigger a memory.

Instead she reaches for these little fruit tarts on display and examines them a moment, before taking some napkins as well and extending them both to him.]

...Your face. [She uses a free hand to point to her own cheek] You have something on it. [Understatement of the century.]

A

[reformedsinner]

[Hakkai pauses to watch curiously for a few minutes as Ken mauls one of the training dummies. Well: that's quite impressive, actually! It takes him a moment to be sure that Ken's not actually a youkai, but the way he switches from shape to shape with his different sets of teeth seems to suggest it's a different kind of power.

When the current dummy is irreparably shredded, Hakkai clears his throat politely.]

What an interesting power! It's too bad it won't be much use against ayakashi. Unless those are your shinki.

[He inclines his head curiously towards Ken's Halloween fangs.]

[junkyarddog]

[Ken looks up at Hakkai in the process of taking out his Kong cartridge, which means Hakkai gets to enjoy the transition between a hulking simian teen and a much more normal-looking one. Yet he blinks at Hakkai like he's the confusing one here.]

I'm a shinki, byon. [As new as the word is to him, he still remembers it.] These are my cartridges.

[reformedsinner]

Interesting! I've never seen anything like that before.

[He smiles briefly.] I'm a shinki myself. I'm afraid that you're not going to be able to do much to an ayakashi if you're not in your shinki vessel form, though. They'll blight you too badly.

A

[bear_necessities]

[Senri came to this gathering without any real idea of what he was supposed to be doing here. He was really just following people he knows.

But watching Ken tear apart the training dummies with claws and fangs is very enlightening. Obviously that's what they're here to do.

So he activates his anima, turns both arms into claws and starts dutifully destroying the nearest dummy.]

[junkyarddog]

[Poor Senri. Of all the people to take cues from, you've chosen the feral teen.

But when Ken notices someone else transforming and taking apart a training dummy, he immediately takes an interest, stopping his own activities and watching for a few seconds with wide eyes. Then he's bounding over, fangs bared in a grin.]

Hey, that's cool, byon! Can you do channeling too?