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

this is the teamwork

[boneofsword]

[It's a good things neither of them minds Archer's brand of sarcasm.]

Are you telling us to find out which one can throw you further? [Archer inquires with false innocence.]

GO GO POWER RANGERS

[irishfriskey]

[He doesn't mind Archer one bit. It's enjoyable.]

I believe that would be me.

If you want to transform into a mecha he can provide one

[futhark]

[ Caster just barks a laughter and waves his hand in a meaningless gesture. ]

Yeah, now you have to settle this between yourselves. I can watch. [ And he gets to the mop, so he can help. The lower portion of his robe is already black - dumb robe - so there is no escaping this. ]

go go wickerman? xD

[boneofsword]

Hmph. [Archer closes one eye in a forced wink. That part of floor he's cleaning looks less grey and more colorful, but the rest is still dirty.] That would require throwing you, and catching before you fall.

the worst mecha show ever

[irishfriskey]

I think I could. [He gave a nod, looking to Archer.] Although if that's hard for you to do, I don't think anyone would blame you.

[wanna fight.]

ruuuuuuuuuuuude

[futhark]

[ This is going so well. He'd really want to rile them up a bit further if not for the fact-- the stake here is still someone throwing him in the air. So he is the first to suggest ]

You can practice by throwing each other.

[ And yes, he will watch. ]

[boneofsword]

[Archer leans on the mop and snorts.]

Not here, of course. It's not like we want to add to the damage. [black walls and floors are acceptable, Servant-shaped holes aren't. They may be in the middle of the cleaning, but--]

We'd have to take it outside.

[Cleaning duty be damned. His strength may not be the greatest, but it's not like Archer to ignore the challenge.]

[irishfriskey]

[You think you're so sneaky, Caster. He just got here and he really can see through you.]

I don't think it'll have the same effect if we just throw one another. It would be better to throw our god. So we're throwing the same weight.

[But he's down for taking it outside.]

[futhark]

[ Dangit, and here he thought the awesome diversion worked... By the way, why the more they clean, the more mess is made- it shouldn't work like that, right? ]

That's a solid argument [ oops! ] Let's go get some fresh air then

[ He's going to figure out how to turn it around, you'll see... And what's the worst that could happen anyway? ]

[boneofsword]

[Because they leave soot trails everywhere - and their efforts merely smudge it. There are black handprints on the mop Archer's holding, and it's more grey than clean. He just shrugs and sets it aside next to bucket with equally grey water.]

Fine by me. [at least the stalking shinki that peer inside will be able to clean the mess.]

[irishfriskey]

[Maybe it'll be better if they just leave. He starts to step outside of the room, putting his cloth down and let it get cleaned.

Looking towards the two of them.]

How should we do this?

[futhark]

[ Caster is first outside, he's also the lest soot'ed the last dark, so when he turns around and sees his shinki in all their soot'y glory-- he barks out a laugh.

And smears some soot on his face as he tries to stop himself from that laugh ]

Look at you, guys. You gotta run into the nearest lake or something.

[ And look how brilliantly he changed topic away from throwing him for sport..! ]