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

[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?