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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

prayers

Shinki Training

informational pamphlets

borderline

Physical Training

Rest and Refreshments

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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[He's honestly very happy that this sort of thing has become a reoccurrence. Hopefully, it means that more people will be able to adjust to the Heavens faster.]

[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.]

Shinki Training

[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.]

Edited 2017-05-17 01:35 (UTC)

shinki training

[ 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.' ]

A; Closed to Tsuna

[ 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... ]

Shinki Training

[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. ]

A; physical training
[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.]

shinki training

[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 ~~dark~~ dragon...]

wildcard

[Have something else in mind? Hit me!]

Edited 2017-05-17 04:54 (UTC)

[If this wasn't the designated Shinki training, if he hadn't come here specifically to help out with it, there would've been no force in the world that would've stopped Souji from immediately running up and hugging Ayumu. As it is, he says nothing at first. He's not sure what to say. She was a god, she was his friend, she went away... and now suddenly she's here. He's seen her look in his direction at least once, but hasn't noticed so much as a flicker of recognition, and so he'd pretended not to notice her in turn. He's not sure how successful he's been. She'd always been so attentive, right?

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?

[It is a blatant lie and even in Ayumu's present mental state, she picks up on it. Between the warm weather and the faint blush on his cheeks, it's not hard to figure out he's offering to help her protect her modesty. Somehow it doesn't feel like something to be concerned about to her but his words manage shake her out of her irrational compulsion to flee somehow.

Really? What was she thinking trying gather supplies and bolt when the guards were distracted? Why would she want to do that? It's not an answer she should seek or wants to know but despite everyone's kindness toward her, something about this place feels unsafe to her right now. Maybe it's because she seems to be the only woman in a male occupied area at the moment, though why that would concern her so much is a mystery.

Without her memories in place, neither is her reason to maintain a facade. For a moment, she looks simply exhausted, her good eye bright as if she might start crying. She doesn't though, instead dropping her supplies on the ground and reaching out a shaky hand to take the tunic from him.]

Thank you.

[For a moment, Ayumu almost feels like she wants to say more but she doesn't - at least, not right now. Her confusion hasn't completely cleared and there's an underlying unstable air to her right now now but at least, she seems to be calming down.]

God Training

[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.]

[It's honestly a bit frightening, seeing Ayumu acting so fragile. But more than that, it's heartbreaking. It's not right. It shouldn't be like this.

But in a situation like this, Souji knows instinctively what to to. Unlike her, he's no longer floundering, no longer quite so unsure of himself and who he is as he had been at his very first arrival. Hijikata's presence has helped ground him too.

So he smiles, gently and kindly, because he has to be strong for her. She might not remember who he is, but he knows that she is a friend, someone he respects greatly. When people like that falter, you're supposed to provide a solid place to stand.]

It's alright. It's really confusing at first, right? [Unbidden, he crouches down and deftly starts gathering up the things she's dropped. Partly to be helpful, and partly because... the way she looks right now, he somehow wants to pose as little of a threat as possible, though he's not sure why. He doesn't want to think too closely about it, either.] It'll get better with time.

[He has the god's informational pamphlet in one hand, but otherwise, Hakkai's blending in as he ducks through the crowd of shinki. He's wearing his limiters, and his monocle is in place and unbroken, camouflaging the scarring around his right eye.

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?

Yes?

[Ayumu looks up from the pamphlet, mind spinning a little at all the unfamiliar terms. On a different day, she might find it very helpful, she thinks but on top of the newness of everything else, it's more than a little overwhelming. The man speaking to her is a stranger but everyone here is a stranger. Part of her wishes that she'd thought to arm herself with one of the weapon's lying around.

The stare she gives him is a little on the piercing side but her posture remains controlled and very still. For a moment, she debates asking him how he knows her name but that knowledge isn't going to help her present situation any, is it?]

Do you need something?

[Her tone isn't unfriendly but it is a little wary, not much different from what any woman might use at being approached by a stranger who seems to know who she is somehow.]

Huh?

[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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[He looks out with her at all the other people who are doing their hand to hand and practicing with weapons.]

Yeah, that's what I mean.

If you don't remember, do you want to try?

[ Of course Izuku would volunteer to help new arrivals on his birthday - Shouto didn't expect anything less, to be honest, and it's going to pay off later anyways. They'll spend the day in after they're done here, so long as nothing happens, and then there'll be a party later.

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. ]

[He was the one who drafted up the brochures, he has a responsibility to make sure that they're actually getting into people's hands.

He perks up the moment Shouto gets into his field of vision.]

Ah. Hey, Todoroki.

[Not really.]

Do all shinkis need to be able to do this?

They don't. There are some shinki that don't fight.

But it's a good idea to know how to draw a borderline, even if you don't plan on getting into a fight.

It is confusing.

[Once the tunic's in hand, Ayumu simply slips out of the under-kimono she'd been wearing and lets it fall to the floor. Unfortunately, this means she's stark naked, giving everyone in the area a view of the character for 'evening' on her breast along with a few more scars lining her sides, hips, and abdomen. Thankfully, she's quick to put on the offered tunic and make sure and pick up the discarded garment to put on once more.

The young man's demeanor is enough to tell her that he isn't an immediate threat to her, not when stooping down to pick up what she'd dropped leaves him wide open to an attack. Someone who truly meant to do her ill wouldn't do such a thing unless it was a trap. But so far, this doesn't seem to be one of those situations.]

Nothing's familiar. What is this place?

['Heaven', she'd been told but Ayumu's not convinced. Something about the name itself makes her want to scoff.]

[Something about this kid felt familiar to her...Not that she could remember anything though.]

Fine. I'll try it.

[She wasn't going to find out if she knew how to fight or not without trying anyway. Might as well.]

Shinki training;

[ 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! ]

... The fighting or the borderlines?

I can help you with both.

[She was already making it towards the middle of the room]

Then we'll do both.

[ He just has to make sure that he also enjoys his birthday, so. That's why he's here. ]

Hey. [ Even if he's been doing a lot of work, and has gotten sweaty, Shouto doesn't hesitate to come right up into his personal space to greet him with a kiss. PDA? Whatever. ] You look like you're working hard.

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