July Training

[godsoffortune]

Who: Everyone
What: Information and Training
When: August 5
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~

Comments

[death_glare]

Will you get off of me.

[ Totally not a question, but a command, that he's certain won't be followed anyway. So the only option he has to fulfill that order himself is to slip out of the suit jacket which Grell has latched herself onto.

And finally free, Grell's gonna get a hard bash to the head with William's fist, before he yanks his jacket back. He inspects it, grimacing at the creases and wrinkles. Oh and don't think that powder spot missed his eye, either! ]

You are paying to get this cleaned.

[untodeath]

[ How he'd managed THAT leaves Grell momentarily stunned - she barely has time to wince at the oncoming blow.

With a cry, the force buckles her knees, and she sinks down to sit atop her ankles, holding only the empty article as comfort. Still warm, and smelling of William...

The cruel man manages to snatch it away before she can bundle it to her chest, which earns a whine of protest! ]

I can clean it, you know. [ Though said with insistence, it might lack the confidence, knowing well that he's unlikely to trust her. Lips puckering in a pout, she gingerly presses a hand over the sore spot. ]

[death_glare]

Honestly, I would be surprised if you ever returned it.

[ The jacket obviously not being appropriate to wear now, he drapes it over his forearm. He looks down at Grell, who seems to be subdued for the moment. ]

So how long should I assume you've been in this place? Or did you just arrive, as well?

[untodeath]

[ Well, Grell can't argue that. She'd possibly fold it over her pillow, wear it as a robe or boyfriend jacket... something equally ridiculous. ]

Just arrive--? [ Upturned brows knitting, she rises to her feet, seemingly forgetting the abrasion. ] So, you don't recall anything about this place, then?

[ That would be her luck, wouldn't it! Mouth quirking off to the side with a speculative hum, she steps closer to lean in and get a good look at his face - as though that would tell her anything. ]

[death_glare]

[ For that one step closer, William will be taking one step back, keeping an acceptable distance between them. ]

Of course not. As I said, I just arrived here, myself.

[ He sighs, shaking his head at Grell's apparently inability to ever pay close enough attention to what he says. ]

[untodeath]

[ Well, that momentarily has her frowning! Dwelling on it won't do much good, though, will it? ]

To your knowledge, mm? What else do you recall?

[ There's no particular reason to do it, this time, but she will follow with another step forward. Lacing her fingers before her, she bars her lashes a bit as she awaits her answer! ]

[death_glare]

[ Where's his scythe when he needs it? It would be so useful for pushing Grell back. ]

Fishing you out of the Atlantic.

[ It's the last memory he has before getting here. And you can still sense that he's not at all pleased with having to do that. ]

[untodeath]

[ Brow raising, Grell intakes a breath, and those laced fingers press over her breast with an agape smile! ]

You came for me--?! Oh, William♥!

[ Lurching forward, it's clear that she's about to fully fling herself at the other reaper - but there's something that holds her back! Fully realizing the situation, her hands instead rest at his collar, as she looks between his eyes. ]

Ooooh... You're not a shinki, are you?!

[death_glare]

[ Grell will get a good helping of that icy glare she loves so much, as William lets her cling, for the moment. ]

Of course not. Though perhaps that would be better, as I'd have no memories of you and the headaches you constantly cause me.

[untodeath]

[ Said cruelty only makes her giggle, fingers tracing along the labels of his vest. ]

Perhaps I should disclose, you were once my shinki - and as such, had been set to endure them, anyway!

[death_glare]

[ William's first instinct is to disregard Grell's claim, entirely. He has no recollection of ever being here before. But it seems almost too likely that, if he had been, he would be given the short end of the stick. The higher-ups really never give him a break, do they? ]

And I am sure you enjoyed that far too much. Unfortunately for you, that isn't the case anymore.

[ William's hands reach up to clutch Grell's wrists with an almost bone-breaking strength. She is not mussing up his vest, as well! ]

[untodeath]

[ Oh, now, that draws a sweetened breath from her! There's no fight to pull away, whatsoever. ]

Now, it shall be a struggle to find a finer shinki, but I wouldn't deem it unfortunate so long as you're here, William.

[ Cheeks tinted rose, she only smiles wider, as she peers at him over pretty red frames. ]

[death_glare]

No, I suppose you wouldn't.

[ He's already done with you, Grell. He's just going to let go and continue where he left off before he was rudely interrupted by her - seeing if there was anything decent to eat here. Hopefully, they at least had good tea. ]

[untodeath]

[ With a roll of the wrists, she'll ease them down to lace her fingers before her! This manner of disregard means that he's at least surrendered to her presence, so she sees it fit to join him beside the table.

Close enough that their shoulders are touching, she reaches over to grab two of the disposable plates, and offers him one. ]

So, are you excited for the promotion, Will?

[death_glare]

[ A small shake of his head at Grell's persistence. At least she's calmed down with the uninvited contact a bit. He'll let it be for now and not risk her getting overly touchy again. ]

I am not sure I would refer to it as a promotion. More of a department transfer.

[ He takes the offered plate, still looking over the array of food. He's not familiar with a lot of these Japanese items so he's hesitant to take any. ]

[untodeath]

What, really?

[ Grell looks to him with some surprise - and that's when she takes note of his reluctance. An amused little smile plucks at her lips, as she looks back over the table, herself. ]

You're responsible only for yourself and your shinki, now! There won't be any paperwork to follow, you can make your own schedule...

[ Spotting curry bread, she takes the liberty to load it onto William's plate first. It should be something he's familiar with, she figures. ]

[death_glare]

[ He tilts his head, considering all those valid points she made. Those do sound mighty appealing and seem to hint at no overtime.

He's shaken out of his potential good mood, though, when he feels the weight of the dish in his hands. ]

Honestly, I am not going to eat that much.