thenearshore | August Training

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August Training

Who: Everyone
What: Information and Training
When: August 15
Where: Bishamon's temple, the Far Shore
Summary: Training and informational sessions for newly arrived gods and shinki

In anticipation of the latest round of new arrivals, Heaven has partnered with the new gods and shinki to organize a very helpful informational reception.

Gods and shinki arriving at heaven's meeting hall are, should they allow it, guided kindly towards Bishamon's temple. In that vast complex they are brought to a traditional-style dojo. The gods and shinki are free to take their time during this day to learn about the details 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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[Davesprite looks him over as he does the move - the form is fine, so it's more than likely something about intent. And given he had to be schooled on intent before he could make a decent borderline, he has some idea of where to start.]

Okay, two questions so I know what to hit first here: have you met your god, and do you like them, because those two things can be pretty useful to play on to make a borderline that doesn't crumple like a paper fucking cup at the first sign of trouble.

[As if to demonstrate, Davesprite makes the same shape with his hand and swipes it along the ground. A solid borderline springs up between the two of them.]

Here's The Line Your Line Could Be Like. You know, for some real motivation.

Oh!

[Prompto shrinks back, then leans forward again on the balls of his feet to examine Davesprite's borderline. He lifts a hand curiously, but he's smart enough not to actually touch it. Then he remembers Davesprite asked him a question, shakes his head and nods.]

But yeah! I met Lucina, and she's, like--man, she's really nice, of course I like her! That's why I want to get this down, so I can actually help her do all her goddess stuff. Not that I don't think she can take care of herself, but if this is my job, I wanna do it right, you know?

[He shifts his weight to the other foot, putting his hands on his belt.]

How does that help?

[Having a god that he likes is a good start, and Davesprite nods as if satisfied with that answer. Letting his borderline drop for the moment, he settles himself on his tail for some Serious Advice.]

Because borderlines are about intent as much as technique. If you have a god you want to protect, then you're gonna want to save their ass more than you would a god who's a sack of shit and treats you like dirt. Think about defending her from something, or defending yourself from something, and then try it.

[Pointedly, he also rests a hand on the grip of the sword in his stomach.] Or, you know, I could give you an actual thing to defend yourself from.

No--no no no no, that won't be necessary!

[He waves his hands frantically before his chest. Pls to not be attacking Prompto on the first day of his afterlife, he's a sensitive and easily intimidated string bean who just wants to have fun and make friends.

Still grimacing nervously, he looks down at the sword in Davesprite's torso.]

Doesn't that... um, hurt? To pull in and out?

[One would assume it hurts just to have there, but yanking it out can't be fun, either.]

[There seems to be some element of deadpan amusement to Davesprite's expression as he lets his hand drop initially, because that sure was a reaction to get to that suggestion. He can't really blame the guy too much if it's his first day, though.

The question makes him bring his hand up again, though, and by way of answer, he pulls out the sword, spins it in his hand a few times, then sheathes it through himself again with no sign of any pain or even any reaction.]

Nope. Could say I have a sheathe custom-made, except that's not really how it went down. [One half of you getting impaled in a previous form is a bit weird to explain, though.]

[Man, it sure is something to watch a guy stab himself with a big ol' sword. Prompto rubs his arm, trying to get the goosebumps to go back down.]

Isn't it inconvenient? It doesn't get caught on doors and stuff? And you gotta take it out to sleep, right, I mean there's just no way to lie down comfortably with it sticking out like that.

I'm kind of a wide load anyway, dude, I have to give doors a respectful distance. [He spreads his wings a bit to accentuate the point - even folded, they're big enough to make doors somewhat annoying. As for the other question, Davesprite circles a talon to accentuate his point.]

I nest, so I kinda just curl up like this. On my side. So it's not that big of a thing.

Oh. Like a bird.

[He nods, then shakes his head quickly, waving one hand again.]

Uh, not that everyone with feathers necessarily has to be a bird! It's just, you said nesting, so. That's a bird thing. Birds do that.

No, dude, like a fucking wasp. [Deadpan as hell right there, because if the liberal feathering didn't make his bird side obvious, he's not sure what would.

Prompto's attempt to save his argument doesn't help, and Davesprite kind of has to resist the urge to facepalm.]

Are you seriously trying to play politeness judo about the obvious and in your face fact that I am at least half bird, because if you are at least give me time to set up viewing seats and popcorn for anyone who wants to watch you bend over backwards.

Hey! Other things have feathers. Like angels, or...

[...Okay, he can't think of anything else that has feathers. He's not familiar with the concept of feathered dinosaurs. If he were, he'd chase them down for a photo pronto.]

It's my first day. I don't want to get off on the wrong foot making assumptions here, man!

Do I look like a fucking angel to you. [It's not an offended question, but a faintly incredulous one, because his next would be what the hell kind of angels this guy's been seeing that he'd confuse Davesprite for one.]

There is that thing between making all the assumptions and making none of the assumptions, you know, a middle ground. Try that sometime, I hear it's way less awkward.

[Where Davesprite's reactions are small, Prompto's are big. He groans and spreads his hands wide.]

I don't know, man! I've never met an angel that I can remember, maybe they're all orange with sunglasses and no legs. I'm absorbing a lot of new concepts all at once, dude, I'll believe literally anything anyone tells me right now. 'You're a gun now, your spirit's in service to a god, and the moon is made of floss and space candy.' Sure! Why not?

[That...is actually a fair enough point, though Davesprite feels his ability to give many fucks about his new situation when he got here was dampened by the nature of being a neon orange bird person. And also by his apparent general inability to give much of a fuck about anything anymore unless it's somehow outstanding.]

Yeah, okay, I'll pay that, but seriously, if someone has a bug so far up their ass that they get offended about you asking what they are, they're probably not worth the trouble of dancing around every maybe-offensive thing ever. Even if we're laying out the people who offend easily, that's some really fucking easy offending if they get precious about that.

[Prompto rubs unconsciously at the outside of his wrist.]

...Iiiiisn't asking someone what they are the most potentially offensive thing, though? Seems kind of, uh. Rude.

[If only he k n e w.]

Hey, if you're asking for details it means you give a shit, right. Also, it's still better than all the people who introduce themselves to me by either screaming and throwing shit or diving on my wings.

[Davesprite has had his fair share of not ideal introductions. As far as he's concerned, Prompto's is somewhere at the bottom of the list in terms of rudeness.]

What--someone jumped on your wings? Dude! Did they hurt you, aren't bird bones hollow?! Shit!

[He's so? Upset?? On Davesprite's behalf??? WHAT THE HELL, RANDOM STRANGER OF THE PAST, WHO DOES THAT?!]

[This is almost definitely the most offended Davesprite can ever remember anyone getting on his behalf. After a brief moment of flat, barely perceptible confusion, he waves his hands a bit to calm Prompto down.]

Dude, it's cool, they're fine, see. [He stretches his wings to full spread and closes them again to demonstrate.] I mean, not advocating people going for the wings, but they're kinda less fragile than you'd think for what they are.

Phew...

[Prompto may barely know the kid, but he is a kid. He hadn't been sure at first, what with the tail and the wings and the everything, but shades-aided impassivity or not, he can't be any older than sixteen or seventeen. People shouldn't be attacking high-schoolers, that's awful.]

But still! That's more than rude, you know? They could've really hurt you! Who would even do something like that?

Way more people than you're probably expecting. I'm talking "jump on" mostly like doing the tackle-hug shit people do, except there's wings in the way and it has the potential to just end badly for everyone.

[Though he still has had people get violently frightened on first seeing him, so there isn't necessarily no danger involved. Davesprite mostly just seems chill and used to it.]

Dude, you gotta tell them not to do that. People should know better than to tackle-hug strange birds, friendly and helpful or not.

[So inconsiderate. Gosh.]

Usually by the time I can get to telling them not to do that, they've already done that. Kind of the problem with snap reactions.

[And also Davesprite can't really amass the fucks required to give one about that particular subject.]

[Huff.]

People shouldn't run around getting handsy with strangers anyway!

[He says, not realizing what a hypocrite he kind of is because, haha, memories? What memories?]

Next time a bunch of new people show up, you need a bodyguard or something, dude.

Your greenhorn is showing, dude, it's really not that uncommon for people to pull that shit here. More common than I would've expected out of Japanese heaven, if we're being real.

[Most people here seem to be more modest about that sort of thing, it's just very specifically the people who have ended up in the Heavens that are the issue there.]

I mean, if I really don't want them touching me, they're not touching me bodyguard or not, so it's all good here anyway.

Well... if you're sure.

[Prompto likes human contact as much as the next desperately needy case of neglect, but he sure wouldn't want total strangers just springing it on him all of the sudden.]

But if you ever change your mind, I make a great distraction. Okay?

Your offer of great sacrifice is noted, dude I literally just met like five minutes ago.

[In other words: Prompto may want to have a bit more discretion about who he lays down his un-jumped-on-ness for. Or whatever term is actually relevant for that kind of sacrifice.

Either way, Davesprite offers him a somewhat sardonic salute.]

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