October Training

[godsoffortune]

Who: Everyone
What: Information and Training
When: September 4th
Where: Meeting Hall, 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.

It seems Bishamon's temple is unavailable this week due to business, although she has generously allowed a number of her shinki to go on with their usual tasks of passing out pamphlets and assisting the newcomers to settle in.

Gods and shinki arriving at heaven's meeting hall are, should they allow it, guided kindly towards a traditional-style dojo and banquet hall towards the back of the meeting hall itself. 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

Newly arrived gods are escorted into a banquet hall for an informational meeting covering the basics of proper god behavior, although the minor deity conducting the meeting is in too much of a rush to take questions afterwards. They are encouraged to discuss the information with each other and ask questions of more experienced gods, as well as instructed to guide their new shinki appropriately.

Shinki Training

Various volunteers are stationed around the dojo, 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 as well as offering a lecture on the basics of what is expected of a shinki and the importance of teamwork with other shinki and with gods. Shinki are encouraged to work together to practice what they've learned and discuss their perspectives.

The garden is available for borderline practice, and a few of the last training's slightly tattered crayon-drawn borderline targets have been brought back out and pinned to bales of straw to make a practice area. One of Amaterasu's shinki is drawing replacements with a large inked calligraphy brush. His targets are simple but elegant, but somehow, before they make it over to the target bales, they're ending up crayon-scribbled into much brighter colors. Maybe it's the child shinki who are in charge of putting them up? They do seem to be giggling a lot, and Amaterasu's artist shinki is looking more and more annoyed...

Physical Training

The dojo is stocked with a wide variety of practice weapons, traditional and modern, to offer some practice opportunity to gods who, for example, find themselves with a sword shinki but are at risk of cutting off their own toes. It's also useful for veteran new gods wishing to train with their current partner shinki.

There's an additional task that the hosts are more than willing to ask for help with. The Meeting Hall seems to be suffering an invasion of cute soot sprites. Although they're harmless little spirits, they leave smears of ash and soot wherever they go, and the shinki are running themselves ragged trying to keep the hardwood floors and white walls clean! They're handing out cleaning rags and flyswatters to squash the soot sprites flat and scrub the resulting smears away -- and, for the softhearted, butterfly nets: although they implore anyone with a net to be sure they let the soot sprites out again far, far away.

Rest and Refreshments

The meeting hall's facilities are less modernized than Bishamon's: there are rainwater barrels set out by the dojo with fresh towels for hardworking gods and shinki to wash their face and hands. The water is ice cold, so it's very refreshing, too-- brr!

By lunchtime, the banquet hall where the gods' informational session was held has been cleaned out and re-set with cushions to sit on around long, low tables. Gods and shinki who come inside for lunch will be served a plain but hearty meal, with soup, rice, fish and pickled vegetables to refresh them for the afternoon's training.

The hall will stay open even after the lunches and tables have been cleared away, so that those who want a quieter space to talk with their new partners can find somewhere in the room. Hopefully the occasional stampede of soot sprites won't be too distracting.

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
• Help catch soot sprite pests
• Spectate if you want
• Have fun~

Comments

[irishfriskey]

I don't think that's true. You seem like someone who would attract any woman or man. [Hey, no discrimination. There are attractive men out there too.

He's looking at one.

Also leave his mole out of this.

He gets back into stance and dives deep for Caster, moving in to hit him hard.]

the mole is guilty as charged though

[futhark]

[ Caster has a reply right on the tip of his tongue, but Lancer and his incredible speed of attack makes it impossible to reply right away.

Instead of moving away from the trajectory of incoming strike he tries to parry it with his own, and he uses the force of the intercepted strike to move on the side ]

Ah, what an excellent judgment.

[ He barks a laughter and dips down to execute a counter-attack. Instead of going for a low hit - as it would seem - he aims high with the blunt end of the spear. He can't compete in the terms of speed, or even raw strength - damn, that Caster-class. The only logical choice is going for erratic pattern of attack ]

You're the same, you'll see.

[ Even if you don't remember it, you're a mythological hero, Lancer. And that's the life that goes with it. ]

leave his mole alone

[irishfriskey]

[He smirks, the parry only knocking him a bit back, rather thrilled for what it could do.]

It's appreciated!

[The blunt end was unexpected though, and he stumbles back for a moment. He had been prepared for the lower attack so much that the stumble knocks him off his game.

The same?]

That's where you're wrong!

[He spins around to slam the spear down at him again.]

can't, it's too pretty.... can't...stop...staring

[futhark]

[ Well being so close on the ground gives him the chance to roll away from it - but barely. Half second more and he'd get flattened under that strike. What anyone else would take as a "close call, get more cautious" only makes him more excited. ]

Sure, if you insist so much- [ Come on Diarmuid, look in a mirror. People will be all over you soon or later. But if you want to crown Caster the more handsome, he will take that without arguing too much.

He'll try to make the next attack from above - try, because ultimately the advantage he got is the surprise. Speed and strength wise they cannot compare

IF HE ONLY WAS A LANCER IT WOULD BE THE MOST EPIC DUEL EVER ]

and then lancer dies again

[irishfriskey]

[He likes this. Every time Caster does something new, it makes Lancer more excited to fight him on and on. His stamina is still going strong, and he wants to keep going for hours and hours.]

I do!

[The attack from above isn't enough of a surprise, and Lancer is able to strike against him, slamming his spear up and trying to knock him off his game.]

/screams

[futhark]

[ Knock out successful, can't really dodge while flying oops. That won't stop him from trying, though.

He takes a portion of the hit, it changes his trajectory, and thus he lands a bit less graceful than he had intended to. ]

That was a good one!

8D

[irishfriskey]

I appreciate that, sir.

[He nods and gives a small bow.]

Are you finished then?

[futhark]

I can go on for as long as you want to.

[ Which means probably at least a few hours less than Lancer could. He's not going to admit that though ]

[irishfriskey]

Perhaps we should go back to your temple first and train more there?

[futhark]

Oh, we'll have time to do that, sure. I'll catch you later then, since I still got some errands to run around here.

[ And Diarmuid mentioned wanting to keep exploring a bit ]

I'm looking forward to it. [ He says, putting away the spear on the weapon rack ]

[irishfriskey]

[Ah. oh no did he do something wrong? Is Mister Caster already leaving?]

Ah, well... maybe I could accompany you on your errands. It would let me explore a bit too.

[He wants to protect his god! because something tells him his god is going to something really fucking stupid.]

And then we can train.

[futhark]

[ Dia are you a wizard. Maybe not today, maybe not even this week, but yes, he is going to do something incredibly stupid eventually ]

Your company is welcome. Besides... you mentioned you haven't been to the food yet [ There's free food here Diarmuid, free food, even when you don't have to it by being a supernatural part of the afterlife, you don't just ignore t ]

So let me help with that.

[irishfriskey]

I'm happy to follow where ever you'd like to go.

[He bows his upper half before looking back at his god.]

[futhark]

[ ooc: Do you think it might be a good place to wrap it up? :D and then he gets to throw his god around along with Archer in other thread... ]

So it's set. Food first, then I'm going to introduce you to everyone! [ That he happens to know. ]

[irishfriskey]

[Let's wrap it up!]

I'm looking forward to it. [And that happen to be around.]