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

[thevanguard]

[ Now you're giving mixed signals again, because he's not sure he's following the conversation at all. Are they talking about fighting again after all? But that sounded pretty damn condescending, so he bristles on principal. ]

I can keep up. But you don't look like you can. [ Aaaand he's gonna just yank his pole back, thanks. ]

[deniles]

Oh, that's where you're wrong.

[His fingers wrap right back around the pole and pulls it right back to him with a smirk as he gets in closer. Oh, you think you're cheeky don't you, you yappy little brat?]

Perhaps you're projecting. After all, how can someone like you keep up with someone more experienced?

[Licking his lips again.

Don't get it twisted. He was always talking about fighting.]

[thevanguard]

[ Did you just call him yappy?!

Now there's a definite twitch forming, but with the pole being yanked back in the other man's direction, Yata instead goes with the movement, letting the momentum of the pull carry him into a move his body seems to remember even if he's not entirely sure what he's doing. Eh. Instincts.

Either way, the blunt end of the stave jabs firmly and forcefully right into the other man's stomach in a surprisingly agile strike. Even though (luckily for you) Yata's no trying very hard. ]

Find me someone more experienced and maybe you'll find out.

[ Yeah, he's maybe a little cocky. Heh. ]

[deniles]

[He smirks at first, pulling him along for the ride. This yappy little brat thought he was the shit, it was clear by the way he acted. So Niles would have to knock him down a few pegs. And it's not like he doesn't expect some lashing back... he just doesn't expect it in the way that it's given.

A grunt comes from the jab, and he tries his best not to let it show. But he grunts and rocks backwards for a moment. Oh. This was cute. Pretty damn cocky.]

You must think you're real clever, don't you.

[He smirked as he stood up straight.]

Big man indeed.

[But before Yata can do anything else, a knife gets thrown right over his shoulder, landing in a tree behind him.]

But, they all die the same.

[thevanguard]

[ Wow, newsflash, he is the shit. Get it right. ]

Heh.

[ Yata smirks as the other man rocks backwards, looking rather smug about the sneak attack But then there's the flicker of metal as the man pulls a blade and his instincts scream at him to move, muscles bunching for an instinctive dodge as if well-used to countering a similar movement.

Yata freezes, the color draining out of his face as something in him twinges and he feels sick. He breaks out in a cold sweat as the dagger flies over his shoulder and embeds in a tree somewhere behind him, but he doesn't even notice, his eyes going unfocused for a moment before he shakes himself out of it, looking confused.

What the hell was that? It had almost felt... familiar? But there was something about it that made him feel nauseous and scared at the same time. ]

[deniles]

[Maybe he's a piece of shit but that's it.

Niles knows that look. And before he was only slightly smirking. But now he's going to see how far he can push. How far he can make this brat go before he's crying.

Oh, it feels good to be in his best form.]

You're scared from just a knife over your shoulder?

[His finger back on his chin, as his other hand slipped into his shirt to pull out another.]

Then, my dear, you have a lot more to be afraid of.

[And then his other hand pulls out another knife. Holding two at once. And he just kept moving closer to him in slow, steady paces.]

But I can make this quick. Just close your eyes and turn around.

[thevanguard]

[ Them's fightin words, Niles.

Despite the nausea churning in his stomach, the fear is quickly chased away by the insult in those words, so casually tossed in his direction. Always one to rile easily, having such an insult tossed at him with that smirk is enough to ignite his temper, fueled all the hotter by the fact that he had had a moment where he stood frozen in alarm. For no reason he could even put his finger on.

Not liking it, he reacted the first way that occurred to him. With temper.

And also the sudden attack with the polearm, wielding it with swift decisiveness as he aims for the stranger's hand, intent on knocking the daggers out of his grasp if he landed the hit. ]

What's to be scared of, asshole? You?

[ Yata just laughs, the sound arrogant as he drops into a spin, pole tucked securely at his back, moving with the weapon as he readied for a follow-up blow in case the first missed its mark.

This felt... familiar. Still. Like he knew just where to aim to prevent those daggers from flying free in his direction once again. Weird. ]

[deniles]

[But this time, Niles is prepared, and removes his hand before the polearm can hit it. He's not letting this brat pick up the slack that he let loose. He got one free attack.

Now he's gotta work for the rest.]

Death. Then again, some may say me and death are one in the same for you.

[The spin, he tries to get away from, taking a blow to his leg as he side steps. Close combat, the one thing he's not good at. According to himself. He has to get further away or there's going to be real trouble for himself.

He starts backstepping a bit quicker, hoping to avoid any further attacks from this little shit.]

[thevanguard]

[ But when Yata sets himself on a course of action, he doesn't do things halfway. And close combat happens to be his specialty. Not that he knows that for sure, but these movements come easily, almost instinctively, so he stops thinking about it and lets his muscle memory work for him.

When Niles backs up, he pursues, stave a blur of motion - jabs, swings and parries. His primary aim is still the hand that holds the daggers, sensing that they're potentially the biggest threat at the moment, but if he finds any openings in Niles' defense, he's quick to take advantage.

Still, some part of him holds back a little, remembering that this is meant to be sparring, training. Even if this guy pissed him off, Yata's offensive is with the aim to disarm and disable rather than seriously injure. ]

[deniles]

[He's starting to realize tormenting a guy with this sort of skillset is a bad time. He needs better training. Close combat training. He glares as he keeps moving back.

One of the jabs knocks the knives out of his hand, and he hisses. There's no leeway to get away. He's moving too damn fast for him to fight back against. He's not strong, he's not powerful, all he has is long range weapons...

Oh, and flexibility.

Using that part to his advantage, he ducks down before another jab comes through and slides his leg along the ground, trying to trip him up. It's a dirty move.

But hey, Niles is a dirty man.]

[thevanguard]

[ In more ways than one.

Yata's actually not adverse to fighting dirty. If given the opportunity, he wouldn't have hesitated to use it to his advantage, either. Whatever gets the job done, after all. Niles gets lucky this time, in that he manages to catch Yata by surprise by the move and the brawler stumbles, off-balance, one arm flailing wildly.

But falling doesn't feel all that unfamiliar either, so he lashes out with his stave for one more blow - a sharp jab to the back of Niles' knees to return the favor - even as he goes sprawling headfirst to the ground. Landing on hands and knees, his polearm clatters to land beside him.

Despite the fall, he's smirking, fierce and sharp. ] Heh. Not bad, old man.

[deniles]

[They're both knocked back. Yata is now on the ground, and with that sharp jab, he's not far behind, landing on his knees with a groan. Damn. He's not pleased by this. It's clear he's growing weak when it comes to combat.

Hubris is getting to be quite the asshole.

He groans, moving to stand up again slowly, rubbing the back of his legs.]

I'm not that old, shortie.

[And he is bad.

Thank god he's at least got this.]

[thevanguard]

[ Yata uses the momentary interruption to put some distance between them, his stave held up in front of him like a shield. Which, in theory, didn't seem like it would work very well but he doesn't look all that concerned about it this time. In fact, standing there eyeing Niles, he looks pretty damn comfortable and confident, his grip loose about the polearm. ]

Don't call me short. Especially when you just about landed on your ass, too.

[deniles]

You're still short, no matter how you won.

[Because even though Niles is an asshole,he's willing to admit when he's beaten. This proves it, however. He's growing weak, and he's not willing to stay that way.

He's going to need to train.]

I can get better. You'll always be short.