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thenearshore2017-05-16 07:49 pm
godsoffortune) wrote in thenearshore2017-05-16 07:49 pm
Entry tags:
- !intro log,
- ayumu yamazaki | peace maker kurogane,
- dokugakuji (sha jien) | saiyuki,
- hibiki shikyoin | pripara,
- izuku midoriya | my hero academia,
- kairi | kingdom hearts,
- shun kurosaki | yu-gi-oh! arc-v,
- yoon | akatsuki no yona,
- ω eric surt | k,
- ω hak | akatsuki no yona,
- ω ichiru kiryuu | vampire knight,
- ω reisi munakata | k,
- ω sharak sanzo | saiyuki,
- ω shouto todoroki | my hero academia,
- ω shunpei sanada | daiya no ace,
- ω son goku | saiyuki,
- ω tsunayoshi sawada | khr!,
- ω yuuri katsuki | yuuri!!! on ice
May Training
Who: Everyone
What: Information and Training
When: July 15
Where: Bishamon's temple, the Far Shore
Summary: Training and informational sessions for newly arrived gods (although there's none this time) and shinki
The product of many meetings and recommendations, at last it has taken shape. On this day, in anticipation of the new arrivals who appear in a recognized pattern, Heaven has partnered with the new gods and shinki to organize a very helpful informational reception.
The shinki arriving at heaven's meeting hall are, should they allow it, guided kindly towards Bishamon's temple. And in that vast complex they are brought to a traditional-style dojo.
Here the newly arrived gods are gathered, so finding their partner is more simple. The gods and shinki are free to take their time during this day to learn about the aspects of their new life from Amaterasu's shinki, or from the many veteran new god and shinki volunteers.
God Training
Shinki Training
Physical Training
Rest and Refreshments
In Summary:
What: Information and Training
When: July 15
Where: Bishamon's temple, the Far Shore
Summary: Training and informational sessions for newly arrived gods (although there's none this time) and shinki
The product of many meetings and recommendations, at last it has taken shape. On this day, in anticipation of the new arrivals who appear in a recognized pattern, Heaven has partnered with the new gods and shinki to organize a very helpful informational reception.
The shinki arriving at heaven's meeting hall are, should they allow it, guided kindly towards Bishamon's temple. And in that vast complex they are brought to a traditional-style dojo.
Here the newly arrived gods are gathered, so finding their partner is more simple. The gods and shinki are free to take their time during this day to learn about the aspects of their new life from Amaterasu's shinki, or from the many veteran new god and shinki volunteers.
God Training
- Bishamon herself, as well as Amaterasu's ever-present shinki and any volunteering gods, will be the foremost source of information regarding being a god and what is expected of them, such as prayers. It is encouraged that gods group up together to practice what they've learned and discuss their ideologies.
Newly arrived gods are still expected to communicate to their shinki the information* they themselves get oriented with when they arrive.
Shinki Training
- Various volunteers are stationed around the building, passing out helpful informational pamphlets. There are many shinki, including Bishamon's and Amaterasu's, who will be more than happy to train in using the borderline and some of the basics of what is expected of a shinki. It is encouraged that shinki group up together to practice what they've learned and discuss their ideologies.
Bishamon's lead shinki Kazuma offers a lecture to new arrivals that will thoroughly cover some essential points about teamwork with both shinki and other gods.
Physical Training
- The dojo is stocked with a wide variety of practice weapons, traditional and modern. There are volunteers here as well, willing to assist in basic training. (Or even more advanced sparring, depending on the volunteer.) Essential for gods who, for example, find themselves with a sword shinki but are at risk of cutting off their own toes.
Also useful for veteran new gods wishing to train with their current partner shinki.
Rest and Refreshments
- There is a garden off the dojo that is free to be used for rest and conversation.
Should anyone wander outside the designated area, some shinki of Bishamon's will attach themselves to them and not leave them be until they return to the dojo.
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 just taking a quick break to cool down. Even hand towels are provided by Bishamon's helpful shinki. The Heavens wants everyone to stay in good condition!
In Summary:
- Get all the information you can handle
- Veteran new gods and shinki are welcome to volunteer showing the ropes
- Get in some training
- Don't get dehydrated
- Spectate if you want
- Have fun~
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[Shinki Training]
[He's not actually a shinki himself, but he was the one that wrote up those brochures. So instead of actually going to the god training, he's there waving people down and handing out flyers.]
If you have any questions please don't hesitate to ask.
[Physical Training]
[Hm. Actually, Izuku's basics are fairly solid and he's not planning on using Demyx for fighting anything. Shouto and he have that well and truly covered. Besides, he's not going to subject this place to the sheer amount of damage he could do using his partner's quirk.
No thanks.
But he is available for training other people on the basics of hand to hand. Any other kind of training and you'll need to ask somebody else.]
Have you done this before?
[R&R]
[Somehow constantly smiling and waving people down to get the information they actually need is more exhausting than fighting ayakashi. That's not to say he regrets spending his time this way but...
He lets out a sigh before chugging down some water.]
Physical Training
[Chinatsu jumped in surprise when she was suddenly approached by some boy. He looked about her age. She had just been observing from the side, honesty hoping she would continue going unnoticed.]]
You mean that...?
[She pointed at what everyone else was doing.]
I don't think so? At least.. I don't remember if I have.
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R&R
So he's here, and grateful that his timing was good, because it looks like Izuku is taking a break.
He makes his way over calmly, arms behind his back. It's a casual posture for him, but he's also carrying something out of Izuku's line of sight. ]
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R&R!
[ She greets him with a raised hand as she approaches. Her shinki had been helping him distribute those fliers and were more than happy
insistent eventhat he take a break. But she does wait for him to finish with his drink before speaking. ]Thank you for volunteering your time to get this information across. There's only so much we can do on our own, after all.
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Water is essential for good health, but do take care.
[Suijin’s tone is faintly amused as she steps forward to face Aidos more directly. Her dark blue kimono appears less elaborate today somehow- to the point where it, and the god wearing it, seem to simply fall beneath notice. But her voice is sufficient to hold his attention.]
I wanted to thank you for your part in making today come to pass.
[And indeed, that seems to be all she wishes to say. She gives no indication of holding him from returning to his well-deserved break.]
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[Somehow the sight of a traditional dojo soothes Ayumu's nerves more than the meeting hall had. The guides there had been kind, offering her a change of clothes, but after regarding them with agitated suspicion for a moment, refused out of a feeling somewhere between defiance and pride. But she allows herself to be led, barefoot, to Bishamon's temple, at least, clutching her white under-kimono closed along the way.
Her hair's loose, falling in a disheveled waterfall down her back save for a long bangs hanging down unnoticed over her blind left eye. A person studying her closely enough might notice that it's skewed slightly lower than her right and the eyelid droops a little more than halfway closed. Her left wrist appears permanently bent at a slightly awkward, unnatural angle and there's visible scarring from many cuts on her legs.
Presently, Ayumu seems far more interested in reading the information pamphlets than joining in on the training though she can be seen studying the participants on the sidelines. From her stoic, near expressionless demeanor, Ayumu doesn't really give off that much of a talkative air from afar but she's quick to ask people who approach her about the information detailed in the pamphlets.]
Garden
[Is Ayumu trying to exhaust the patience and cordiality of Bishamon's shinki? Maybe she is. When she isn't observing others in the training hall, she's swiping snacks and bottled water from the refreshment table. She also keeps attempting to sneak out of the designated area, arms full of spoils, consequently leaving her yukata wide open in the process and giving passerby a clear view of scarred, bare skin underneath it.
There's an air of urgency and determination to her strange behavior. She certainly appears confused, disoriented, and in need of a helping hand.]
Garden
He doesn't know what to do, so it takes a while for him to approach her. But her attempts at stealing food and, apparently, escaping from there are distressing. So he hurries after her, already pulling a mint green tunic over his head and holding it out to her.]
Please miss, you- [He blushes faintly, careful not to let his gaze drop beneath her face.] You look cold. [That is a BLATANT LIE, it's the middle of July, and it's not like Souji is wearing anything under the shirt either, but still.] Maybe you could borrow this?
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Shinki Training
He'd seen a flash of a vision when they told him his shinki's name. It wasn't much -- just a face, clearly distressed -- but then, he hadn't named her yet, either. He had recognized her immediately. Ayumu, they had said, but the face he'd seen was the one he recognized as Hestia. Yumi. A nickname or an alias, and an ironic choice of partner for a one-time shinki, he thinks.
At least he knows how and why to protect her from knowing about her former life.
The drooping eyelid doesn't conceal her identity, and Hakkai spots her quickly. He pauses beside her, and politely clears his throat.]
Excuse me. Yamazaki Ayumu?
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Garden
[Dust is fairly good at reading body language, which comes with being a warrior by (literal) nature. Hers is bad in a number of ways, and after a moment of watching he can't help but step up to ask.]
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Shinki Training
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[ Everything is really confusing. He's moving and breathing but he's supposed to be dead. This is the far shore as opposed to the near shore, but can't remember ever being in either place, ever. He's not alive but still kind of hungry. How fair is that? But that's not even the worst bit. He realizes that he doesn't know anybody. Like he just was born a few minutes ago, even though he's grown-up already. It's a little jarring to be so completely alone. (Though the messed up part of all this is: it's not even the first time this has happened to him. Not that he would know).
Thankfully, he doesn't have to stay alone, or so they say. He's going to have a partner! A god, whatever that means. What makes them a god? Are they more powerful than humans? Or 'shinki,' which is what he's told he is now? He's cool with that.
And so he eagerly waits for his god to find him, hopefully soon. Meanwhile, he's keeping busy squinting at the handbook for shinki, reading through it carefully. It's a lot of rules and stuff. ]
Halberd?
[ It says you're supposed to make your fingers into one, but he can't for the life of him figure out how. Halberds are kind of funny looking things, a curved axe on a pole. (How he knows this, he cannot recall. He just does). He stands there moving his fingers around, tentatively having a go at it. ]
Line!
[ Zing! Was that it? Maybe? Unsure. Hopefully you didn't get hit by his sort-of borderline. ]
refreshments (because of course)
[ Dying is tiring business, and it makes him terribly hungry. Things are looking up, though, because he gets a whiff of food coming from the gardens. He trots over and eagerly eyes the spread. Yes, this is perfect. He has a mouthful of sandwich and is already reaching for another one. Maybe it's the one you were trying to grab? ]
Mmmph?
[ Maybe that was a 'sorry.' ]
Refreshment
And mostly people keep out of her way otherwise, so it's not small wonder she's shocked when someone nabs a sandwich out from under her nose. She makes a spluttering, squawking noise of alarm and anger, whirling about to face the other.]
Hey! Mine! [She stamps a foot (immediately winces) and points accusingly] Do not steal what I was about to steal! Rude!
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shinki training - I'm sorry
<3!
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shinki training!
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shinki training
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refresh this >>
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Yata | OTA
[ Yata had heard about this today and shows up a little early. he would have come anyway because training is sure to draw him like a magnet, but today had the added nervewracking option of him finding out if he'd been assigned to a new god or not. He was still feeling Nami's absence, hand occasionally lifting to rub absently at his collarbone where his name had been.
But for the most part, he hovers somewhere near the entrance, eyes peeled for any of the new gods entering to see if any of them had a reaction to him. That's how it had worked before, right? Maybe this time it would be the same, too. he could hope, right? ]
B; Physical Training
[ Regardless of when and how his new god shows up, Yata eventually wanders over to the training area to get some practice of his own in. He can be spotted zipping around a particular training dummy set apart from the others, mounted on a skateboard with wheels that occasionally ignite with hazy looking flames that stream out behind him. Or perhaps it's his arm that looks like it's on fire as he delivers a flurry of blows to the training dummy he's using. Sometimes, the Red Aura looks like it wraps around all of him as he gets particularly focused and anyone who ventures close enough can feel the heat emanating off him as he trains with it.
Should he notice anyone else nearby looking lost or needing help, he might wander in their direction as well, if no one else does. He knows how it feels to be new and confused here. It's not fun for anyone. And even if he's not the greatest people person, he's making an effort to be helpful where he can. ]
C; Shinki Training
[ The one kind of training Yata hasn't mastered yet - especially when his Fire Aura had interfered with his training last time he'd been here. When he heard there was going to be more people here teaching and learning the skills needed by a shinki, he made a point to stop by specifically to see if maybe he could get some pointers on how to do that instead of.... what he typically did instead. Borderlines probably worked better when they weren't on fire... ]
C
Do you know how to draw a borderline?
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Shinki Training
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A!
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[She stood quietly on the side, watching how the other shinkis practiced. It looked simple enough, but maybe she'd watch a bit longer before she joined in. Was she supposed just walk over..? Kinda seemed embarrassing to just walk in though. ]
Physical Training
[ No...hell no...Rest & Refreshments
[What was Chinatsu doing here? The pamphlet made it sound so simple, but were they supposed to just go with it? However, not becoming a--she looked back at the pamphlet-- shinki, was better than not. She had gone through each training room, eventually making it to the garden ans processing everything she just saw.
How the hell was she supposed to do all that?!
She knew they were spirits, but can't they still get hurt? But housing...food...clothes... She doubted she could be on her own out there. Chinatsu let out a heavy sigh, but lifted her head and straightened her back. It's not like she knew what kind of god she'd be going to yet. For all she knew, they didn't like to fight. ]
R&R!
She glances at the pamphlet in the girl's hands, smiling a little in faint sympathy at her sigh.]
It's been an overwhelming day.
Re: R&R!
Re: R&R!
Re: R&R!
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Shinki training!
Re: Shinki training!
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[Confident in his skills, Munakata would be more than happy to assist others in training. And he's just as interested in discovering other techniques that might refine his own to make him an even more effective fighter.]
B; r&r
[Munakata has hardly even broken a sweat before someone urges him toward the garden for refreshments. He politely obliges, taking some of snacks and cold tea with him to the seating area. There, he seats himself quite primly and properly before having at his munchies.
If anyone's happening on by, he glances up to regard them.] Taking a break? You're more than welcome to join me.
C; wildcard
[In the mood for something else? Have at him.]
B!
Sure. Thanks.
[Ayumu's not much of a conversationalist on the best of days and today has been particularly overwhelming but she's trying her best to come to terms with all of this. It takes her a few moments to think of something to say but once she does, she blurts:]
I watched you fight earlier. You seem quite skilled.
[Not the most graceful of conversation starters but it's something, right?]
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r&r
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hak | ota
[Well, he'll let himself be lead to these training grounds without much of a fuss, and he'll do it quietly with arms crossed and his giant weapon slung around his back. All of this information about shinki and gods and what's expected of them both as partners is a bit too much for him to listen to right now, and he might be a tad irked at finding himself in such a situation. So once the lectures are over, he takes to the sidelines for now to watch the others practice this new shinki power that's been bestowed on them. Gee, thanks.
He really has no need for the magic, and out of instinct, the hand at his side nudges at the spear on his back. He'd much rather fight something head on if he needs to, because at least he knows what he's doing, but he bows his head as he recalls the rest of the information that's been provided to them. Vessel forms and powers, working with your assigned god... and he speaks out in a low, contemplative voice to whoever might be standing nearby.]
Borderlines, huh? You'd think them being gods, they could do those things themselves.
physical training
[Once he's been able to take in as much of the information as he's able to, he steps up to the training grounds where a group of people happen to be sparring. Now this is his cup of tea. He pushes past the crowd and unfastens the spear from his back only to slam the end of it onto the ground once he's in the ring, interrupting whatever might have been going on before his arrival, and he's wearing the cockiest of grins.]
Any volunteers?
[He's bored. Entertain him or something.]
rest and refreshments
[After all that, a spot to rest with a drink and maybe even for a nap sounds real appealing. There's talk of a garden off the dojo grounds that's perked his ears with interest, and once he's had enough of the training and listening to all the squabble around him, he journeys to the gardens alone. Upon arrival, hes greeted with an assortment of drinks and snacks, and he thanks the other shinki for the hand towel that he slings around the back of his neck.
Water in hand (boring, I know) and his hsu quandao in the other, he perches himself in a shady spot on the grass beneath a tree. He unfolds the brochure that he had tucked away beneath his robes earlier, but never bothers to read it - instead, it serves as something more tangible of him being here, and dead than what flowery speeches can accomplish. It rests on his lap, and his fingers toy with and crinkle the paper lazily.
After some people watching, he places the water next to him with a shrug and his arms come up to rest behind his head as he slinks further down onto the grass so that he's laying there, and he throws the hand towel over his dripping face to block out the sun. It doesn't take long before he begins to doze off in the warmth while the sound of chatter fades into the background until it's nothing more than noise.
Guess he'll just wait for his god to show up or whatever.
You know what they say - never tickle a sleeping
darkdragon...]wildcard
[Have something else in mind? Hit me!]
are you prepared?
She wakes, shaken and shaking, face buried in her hands to stave off the flow of tears. Only to realize...
She can feel them.
Not just Shizuo any longer, but two other presences as well, connected to her as Shizuo is, as her shinki. And infinitely more familiar.
Jae-Ha. Hak.
She stays frozen there for too long, the visions of their deaths replaying in her memory, not giving her enough cluesas to when and why and while she tries to stay quiet enough that Shizuo won't overhear her, she's probably not successful as she breaks down at the unwanted knowledge.
So it is that it takes her a while to make her way to the Training yard, where she'd been notified the new shinki and gods would be assembled to be found by their partners. There are shadows under her eyes, which are still a little red and puffy despite her best attempts to disguise the signs of her earlier tears. But otherwise she looks carefully composed, even if the appearance of it might be rather fragile at best.
When she doesn't immediately spot either of the people she's looking for, she closes her eyes and focuses on the subconscious pull she can now feel, letting it draw her to where she needs to be.
And she finds him not long after. Hak. Sprawled in the gardens with a towel over his face and apparently napping, as if he didn't have a care in the world.
She wants to cry all over again.
Instead, she approaches with a light step and crouches beside him, not reaching out to touch him yet, but calling his name to see if he will wake. ]
Hak?
nooooope, are you?
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physical training!
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physical training
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Shinki Training
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let's get physical~
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[It's not so much that he doesn't know the ropes as that he's adjusting to the disorientation of their suddenly being relevant to him... and all of the other disorientation, of course. His memory is as intact as it's ever been. It's this place that is, bizarrely, familiar.
It feels as though he's been gone for a long time, but he doesn't know how to judge, when he hadn't remembered it until just now. He's sitting at the side of the god training area, flipping industriously through a pamphlet, and trying to delay the moment when he's going to have to go and collect his shinki.
His shinki.
If anything feels truly, deeply wrong about this, it is the idea of being so wholly responsible for another life, but he can't exactly refuse. He will, at least, give her a choice when they meet.
There are several people he needs to talk to, and his shinki is going to be one of them.
He exhales sharply, closes the pamphlet, and tucks it into his pocket as he starts to leave. Better catch him quick.]
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You should eat something before you leave.
[And that's all she's saying until he gives her some other cue. He'd been looking at the god information, but that doesn't mean he is one, and even if he is it doesn't mean he'll remember her. Still, it's odd that he's back already.]
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[ With pamphlet in one hand, eyes focused on the information printed on it, Chise's free hand was making a swiping motion similar to what was instructed. She was standing off to the side from the others that were training. She seemed to be entirely focused on making sure she was reading every line correctly so if anyone tried talking to her, they would have to speak up a little to break her concentration. ]
Physical Training;
[ One look at Chise would tell anyone she was not the sort for actual combat or fighting. But seeing as she had a duty to uphold as a shinki, she was determined to learn and understand everything there was to know about it. Having spent a good amount of time going over the information pamphlet earlier and practicing what it instructed, she decided to have a look around.
As she wandered about the dojo, she paused every now and again to either observe others that were training, or to get a closer look at the weapons that were on display for said practice. ]
Wildcard;
[ Up for anything so if you have an idea you wanna do, let me know! ]
Physical Training
He clears his throat politely to get her attention as he approaches.]
Excuse me! Is there something you'd like to learn?
[She doesn't look much like a fighter, but looks can sometimes be deceiving.]
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IN THE YEAR 2525 IF MAN IS STILL ALIVE AND I DO MY TAGS
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Physical training!
AND THEN ANIME DISTRACTED ME /PUNCHES THIS TAG
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[It's about damn time they implemented something like this, as far as Shun's concerned, and he figures passing the suggestion onto Suijin probably at least helped them get there. Even so, he's not all that interested in what the old gods consider important to their roles here, so he figures he'll leave explaining that to the people who actually are in favour of helping out with the actual training part of things.]
[i: Inexperienced fighters]
[If they don't mind harsh lessons, Shun has no problem with taking total newcomers on to instruct in the basics. It's good to know where they stand to begin with, though, so his first suggestion to anyone approaching him regarding it is about as basic as it gets.]
Show me your stance.
[ii: Sparring]
[On the other hand, if anyone with more experience wants to spar hand-to-hand, Shun has no problem with that either - or even anyone less experienced with a sword, since he's also carrying around a very short practice sword and trying to get in some more training to develop his skills there. Given how visibly said sword is being carried and the fact that Shun's keeping himself in the area of where others are clearly sparring or training, he's going to make certain assumptions of anyone approaching him, looking them over with a wary eye.]
Are you here to fight, or do you want something else?
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[B: Refreshments]
[Shun isn't the best person in the world at taking consideration of his own needs, but he can still be found drinking water at the refreshments table every so often. Unfortunately, since he refuses to sit down, he's kind of blocking some of the rest of the things on the table where he's leaning against it.
On one hand, if anyone approaches with obvious intent to get to the food, he'll shift aside at least for the time it takes it to do that. On the other, if he doesn't know the person in question, they'll be getting an almost palpable glare for the entire time they're there.
Anyone he does recognise will probably get something more along the lines of a short incline of the head, and a rather pointed glance back at the training areas as if to ask how they went without...you know, actually asking.]
B
He blinks once upon seeing Shun and there's a brief thought as to whether or not he should leave; though, he decides not to as he decides to simply go around him in order to grab some water.]
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[The Valkyrie pays this little mind; she focuses on others who are approaching this arena, and as soon as one moves towards it with any purpose, she advances on them before they can change their mind.]
Are you here to train?
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I am.
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Jae-Ha | Akatsuki no Yona | OTA
physical training
rest and refreshments
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[ The soft voice comes from not that far away, where Yona has been standing for several moments now, observing him and trying to gather the courage to approach. She's spoken to Hak already and had left him only to come seek out the other presence she could feel tugging at her. And here he was, just as she'd last seen him, whole and well, and it was almost possible to imagine that she hadn't awoken this morning to vivid images of his death.
She wishes she could delude herself enough to believe that that was true. But as Hak hadn't recognized her, that's growing more and more difficult.
Still, she musters a bright - and hopefully-convincing - smile despite the lingering redness of her eyes and the shadows that darken beneath them. Approaching, she gives him a polite bow, her eyes lifting to search his expression in search of... well. Things she knows she won't find there. ]
Jae-ha?
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shinki training - with my apologies
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[You say training? I'm on my way!!
Keith is more than happy to indulge in this sort of practice. Even with the push for teamwork, it's really useful to have an excuse to go about strengthening the skills he can use on his own, and he can always just partner up instead of joining in some huge group, or something like that.]
Hey. [A very blunt approach to anyone in the shinki training area who looks like they might have a spot of free time on their hands, but all right.] Let's practice borderlines.
[Apparently? You get no choice in this? Let's go buddy.]
Physical Training
[The idea is for gods to learn how to wield their new shinki, but Keith can't help but be drawn to the area with all the weapons in the interest of his own self defense. The bladed weapons, somehow they feel really... natural in his hands, and after infiltrating the area (pretty much just acting like he's supposed to be there), he can be found practicing with one of the offered swords.
His footwork and stance seem a little... rough, but otherwise he holds no awkwardness when it comes to moving around with the thing.]
It'd be easier up against something.
[Just shadow-boxing can only help him learn so much, after all. Help him out? Get in his way?]
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Sure thing, Keith!
[She holds up her hand in the preparatory stance.]
It's been awhile. You've been practicing them?
[That might be a bit of challenge in her voice.]
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[ Is anything going on in here that she needs to know about?
It does not look so. Hibiki withdraws her head, lifts the teacup she's brought along to her lips, and sips. Goodness her. If it weren't for that strange antsy feeling in the atmosphere making her want to be up and moving around, she wouldn't even be here.
How unpleasant. ]
[ II. Rest and Refreshments ]
[ It's raining in the Near Shore, and apparently that's caused a puddle to accumulate in the Far, or something. What a broken-down system...
Except Hibiki's also catching her own eye in said puddle, and that has her staring down into it. She steps closer, the better to look at herself.
And just. Stays there. Utterly absorbed in her own reflection.
Which is probably not the best decision outside a training dojo, but, whatever. Assuming there are cases in which one is just too perfect, it's only natural to love oneself. ]
God training!
So we meet again.
[ Cue the blandest look on her face. Really, Hibiki, don't you have any other place to hang out apart from here? ]
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[Despite most of the information sounding like the introduction Riku had gotten during his own arrival, he decides to listen in on this never the less – it's not been that long since arrival after all, and who knows… maybe something new will come up. He's certainly up for discussing ideology.]
I wouldn't say I've got it all figured out yet– [Especially since he's still without Shinki.] –but as long as what I do helps people, I'll try my best at least.
[ B – Physical Training ]
[This on the other hand? Fighting is something that Riku has plenty of experience with! he can be found either weighting a practice blade, trying to familiarize himself with the grip before he swings it… or, if he sees your character eyeing a weapon themselves, he might even approach them!]
Want to give that a try?
[He's definitely up for some practice.]
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Certainly, but I can't decide which of these swords to use.
[ As a shinki, she plain doesn't remember how she fought when she was alive. If she fought when she was alive. She had thought to let her instincts and muscle memory guide her towards her weapon of choice, but it's apparently not working very well. ]
Do you use one or two swords?
[ Just checking. ]
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[ It was hard to tell why, when everyone was supposed to be practicing and training their skills, Shizuo was mostly sitting pensively on the ground. He was either very deep in his thoughts, being super critical of the other shinki, or sulking. In honesty, he was only being highly self-judgemental. There really wasn't anything to see on this nice, bright day.
Then Shizuo quickly wipes his hand through the air, and just as quickly makes the halberd gesture and cutting motion when staying pretty quiet. ]
Line.
[ It's hard to actually see that there's anything, though. That's because, as stable and easy as it was to successfully make the line, it's light was probably the weakest that anyone would see. The only plus side is that it doesn't flicker (for the better or worse, though it was hard to imagine a fainter borderline.) His gaze is still where the line had been made. ]
... I thought these were supposed to get better as you did them more.
Physical Training feat. Yona
[ He managed to train against other shinki and even one of the gods, to get a hold on facing up against people directly. There was one other important part, however- While Shizuo knew what his vessel was, neither he nor Yona knew the extent or actual ability that was supposed to happen. How he was supposed to help in that form.
They were meant to be against someone, not necessarily with their own vessel'ed shinki, but someone who could go ahead and 'encourage' figuring these sorts of things out. Putting his own sunglasses away into a stainless steel case, the blond stood next to his goddess. ]
Well, whenever you're ready, Yona.
R & R
[ This was far calmer, and with the gorgeous sun up in the sky, Shizuo was taking hefty advantage of it. Of course, that made it easy for someone going by to trip over him, or the many glasses that had iced milk (some flavored, mostly normal iced milk,) that were set up on the side.
This was essentially the thing he enjoyed the most of the day. Getting to bask in the sun and drink milk. Even if he's a total tripping hazard at the same time.
It's hard to believe this is an adult in his mid-to-late twenties.]Shinki Training 'cuz what is self control
It's even harder to miss the young man when he's casting glowing line of light. It may be faint but it's still a quick spark that catches Goten's attention.]
Are you just doing the same thing over and over again though?
[Don't mind him as he floats down casually from above, legs crossed as if he's just sitting on air.]
It took me lots of tries to get it too.
Who needs self control when you're dead?
still not dead-dead though
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Physical Training!
And this is when anyone can join in for the thread. OPEN TO ALL
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[ Tsuna figures he could learn something while he's here. He's never been very good at any sort of training, or anything dealing with physical activity. However now the he's a god and has a shinki to consider, he figures he owes it to them to at least try. So Tsuna is looking a bit wary at the various weapons on display, but he chooses the ones closest to his own abilities. A pair of boxing gloves, and he works on hitting a punching bag. Though his hits doesn't really make the training prop wiggle in the least!]
B.R & R
[ Tsuna takes a well deserved break. He decides to hide out in the garden. He could have had lunch with his new shinki, but he figures that Yata wants to focus on his training. He sighs to himself looking back on how awful his attempts at training has been. Just thinking about it just makes him a little depressed. Maybe some kind words or familiar faces will cheer the god up.]
B.R & R
He's in the middle of deciding whether to light one or not when the rustling of branches nearby alerts him to someone else's presence. Gokudera immediately snaps his head towards their direction, and meets the newcomer with a glare. A look that is just daring the other to make a comment about the shinki and his dynamites...if they want to be in a world of pain, that is.
Gokudera growls.]
Who the hell are you?
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2/3 I lied
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Dressed in one of his more formal looking uniforms, Kazuma could be spotted in front of Bishamon's temple with a small table and various little pamphlets.
"Welcome New Shinkis, My name is Kazuma- with my vessel name being read as Chouki, and I am Lady Bishamon's exemplar. For those that are not quite familiar with that term that means that I am the leader among all of her other shinkis. Some of you shinkis will be teamed up with gods that have more then one and you will have to have someone to look to for assistance. I will be providing you with some assistance for today if you have some questions regarding teamwork."
2) Locked to Viina.
After a long and tiring day of being a lecturer, it was a bit of a refreshing break for Kazuma to take a break and spend some private one on one time with his goddess and undercover girlfriend. Tucking his arms behind his back, Kazuma couldn't hide the small smile on his lips when he picked up his steps to meet up with Viina and walk alongside her.
"I hope everything went well on your end," Kazuma answered softly, his hand subtly slipping into hers with a light and tender squeeze.
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"How are the new shinki? I trust they aren't giving you too much trouble..."
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