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

[junkyarddog]

And I beat you without using borderlines. [Ken flicks Chikusa right between the eyes, smirking.] You sure I need your help, four-eyes?

[kokuyoyo]

[His brows screw up together, because wow fuck this. But not fuck this hard enough for him to try and get Ken off of him, mind.]

If I used it against you, I’d hurt you, and Axel-sama would get upset.

[So there.]

[junkyarddog]

Like you could even move fast enough to hurt me, byon. [Ken prods Chikusa in the chest again.] You move like plants grow. You wouldn't've had a chance to use one even if you'd tried.

[kokuyoyo]

Is that a challenge...? [His eyes narrow at Ken.]

[junkyarddog]

Like you could be a challenge, byon. [Ken huffs. He's not as skeptical as he sounds, so much as he's eager to brawl with Chikusa in a way where he might fight back. In that respect, he's almost being clever.]

[kokuyoyo]

[If it were anything but borderlines, Chikusa would be more reluctant.... But instead, he adjusts his glasses.]

Get off of me.

[junkyarddog]

[Ken studies Chikusa briefly, as if gauging his seriousness, then jumps off of him, shaking himself off and watching the other boy warily. He's not scared of much, and certainly not this, but he's also not completely stupid. Borderlines are new to him, and so he wants to get a measure of them before anything else. Some discretion at least until he sees what Chikusa can do isn't going to hurt anything.

Besides, he's genuinely curious.]

[kokuyoyo]

[At a much slower rate, Chikusa pushes himself up first to his knees, and then, swaying slightly, to his feet. He adjusts his glasses as he starts to shuffle away slightly. Really bothersome.... But maybe it will get through Ken's head. Turning around to face the other shinki, he considers him.]

....Try again.

[He doesn't doubt how fast his hands are- he knows for a fact that he can draw a line faster than Ken can leap forward.]

[junkyarddog]

[Ken isn't entirely stupid, however. When someone says 'come at me', launching yourself at them head-on is exactly what they'll expect. Even if you get them in the end, you take a hit.

So Ken doesn't immediately launch. Instead, he digs out a cartridge and snaps it in. And a thin layer of fur covers parts of his skin, with telltale spots; he's in Cheetah Channel. And then he begins to circle Chikusa, slowly at first and then rapidly accelerating, looking for a good opening.

Then and only then, after having forced Chikusa to try and follow his movements and trying to outpace the other boy's awareness of him, does he abruptly stop and launch into a pounce.]

[kokuyoyo]

[When Ken starts to move not towards him, Chikusa shifts, wondering if he's turning tail and running. But no- all too soon he realizes just what Ken's plan is.]

[Trying to keep an eye on him is, frankly, too much effort. Easier to just let his head bow slightly, eyes drifting halfway shut as he focuses on his ears. At his side, his hand hangs loosely, two fingers held out straight in preparation. Anticipation is thick in his lungs as he waits, and it feels- familiar, in a way that fighting ayakashi hasn't quite been yet.]

[Monsters and people are still, to some degree, different in the end.]

[When Ken finally leaps forward, Chikusa's arm jerks out before the rest of his body can quite catch up, jerking him about almost like he's a marionette of his own design- but it works. A bright borderline springs to life, right in time to stop Ken's charge. A combination between a translucent wall and the faintest hints of light burning at the edges.]

[junkyarddog]

[Ken doesn't do anything by half-measures, unfortunately. Even if he'd expected Chikusa to be able to move that fast - which he hadn't - he'd have still put full force behind his pounce. And, with Cheetah Channel, it's not just force, but speed.

Which means he crashes into Chikusa's borderline like a sack of bricks. He drops about as gracelessly as the same, unmoving - either completely stunned or flat unconscious.]

[kokuyoyo]

[That sure was a sound that just happened. Chikusa has never really asked what it would sound like if someone smashed their face into a borderline, but he guesses he has the answer anyway.]

[For a second, he waits, just to see if Ken is getting up anytime soon, before he dismisses the borderline and crouches down.]

[Poking: the most legitimate way to see if someone is dead.]

[junkyarddog]

[The answer is: not dead, but down for the count. Ken's knocked himself pretty thoroughly senseless; it's going to be awhile before he recovers. Fifteen minutes, at least.]

[kokuyoyo]

[....Yeah, he'll be fine.]

[Chikusa takes the time he's given to get up and just.... leave Ken where he is, shuffling away to the refreshments table he knows is nearby. With his speed and tendencies, it takes him a little bit before he comes back with a small armful of food.]

[He's expecting Ken to be awake by that time but, if not, that's fine. He can sit on the floor and wait. Food makes everything bearable.]

[junkyarddog]

[It's not long after Chikusa settles in with the food that Ken stirs; the smell is pushing through his daze. It's several minutes longer before he moves, blinking blearily, still disoriented.

He feels kind of sick, but also hungry at the same time.]

What happened? [The words are only mostly coherent - not quite slurred, but not wholly clear either. His mouth feels wet, and after a moment he spits out some blood.]

[kokuyoyo]

[Pausing with a bottle raised halfway to his mouth, Chikusa glances over Ken and watches impassively as blood gets spat out. Quietly, he hands over the bottle of water.]

You smashed your face into a borderline.

[junkyarddog]

My head hurts... [Ken mutters his complaint as he takes the bottle and has a swallow of water.] I didn't see anything.

[kokuyoyo]

That's because you were moving very fast and smashed your face into a borderline.

[He thought he told you that already, Ken.]

[junkyarddog]

You can't see borderlines...? [Ken had been going too fast to get a good look either way - or, rather, he'd gotten such a good look from so close up that he has no idea what he did or didn't see.]

[kokuyoyo]

You can, but, again.... You were going very fast and smashed your face into it...

[ S I G H ]

So there probably wasn't time to comprehend it...

[Still, just for the learning experience, he draws one between them so that Ken can get a better look.]

[junkyarddog]

Oh. [That explanation clarifies things for Ken a little, and he watches somewhat vaguely as Chikusa draws one he can see. After a moment, he reaches out and touches a finger to it, testing the resistance. It's kind of like a wall...

Still, he can't muster more than idle curiosity at the moment.] My head hurts, byon. [Either he's disoriented enough still to forget he's already said this, or it's demanding enough of his attention that he can't say much else.]

[kokuyoyo]

[Once Ken is done with his investigation, Chikusa tilts his head at him as he dismisses the line. He could just tell him to sleep it off, but...]

...Let me look at you.

[junkyarddog]

Okay. [Ken seems rather subdued and biddable in this state, getting up enough to crouch in front of Chikusa and submit himself to whatever examination the other shinki deems necessary.]

[kokuyoyo]

[It's not a particularly indepth and serious examination. All he needs to do is make sure that nothing is still bleeding, or looks out of place, or that Ken's eyes can't track him. That kind of thing. When it's clear that Ken is fine from that much, he ease back and keep his hands to himself again.]

Sleep it off until you feel better... Tell me if you start to feel nauseous or dizzy, or anything like that.

[junkyarddog]

I already feel like that, byon. [Ken shakes his head, trying to clear it of fuzziness.] Is that bad?