December Training

[godsoffortune]

Who: Everyone
What: Information and Training
When: September 25th
Where: Bishamon's temple, the Far Shore
Summary: Training and informational sessions for newly arrived gods and shinki



Gods and shinki arriving at heaven's meeting hall are, should they allow it, guided to Bishamon's temple, where a reception area and a traditionally styled dojo and training ground have been made available for the day. 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 Western-styled reception hall within Bishamon's temple 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 shinki volunteers, both in the white-and-gold of Amaterasu's shinki and in Bishamon's red-piped black uniforms, are stationed around the dojo, passing out helpful informational pamphlets. They will be happy to instruct the newcomers in the use of the borderline as well as offering an explanantion 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.

Someone has brought two overflowing boxes of back issues of From Ama, the Heavenly magazine, which includes profiles of successful shinki and gods, historical tidbits, and the occasional magazine quiz to help shinki determine how well they're currently working with their god or what their greatest strength might be.

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.

This month, a clever shinki magician has created a dozen straw-stuffed training dummies, some with sword-length sticks and some with polearm-length sticks, that have been enchanted to really fight back. Unfortunately, the spell isn't perfect yet! They're good training partners, but sometimes they might go a little haywire and try to smack passersby.

Rest and Refreshments

Along with bottled water, there are several large boxes of energy drinks and vitamin drinks in small amber glass bottles, and an array of protein bars and meal bars. One particular shinki in white, a bespectacled twentysomething man, is explaining the health benefits of everything on the table (even the water!) with great enthusiasm to any guest who looks even a little confused. It takes great tact to discourage him.

Party games have been set up on the lawn near the refreshments table: Twister, Kubb, lawn Jenga, and more.

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
• Play some games
• Spectate if you want
• Have fun~

Comments

[letteropener]

Very much so, yes! You may also find that you have skills that are so practiced into your mind or your muscles, you can recall them without specifically remembering them. Mind the steps!

[Just a couple, that lead out from the temple into the garden, and Celestia offers fair warning in both her voice and in her slight drop as her forehoof leads.]

Yes, this is much quieter.

[priforprince]

I can obtain an alternative with ease.

[ It wouldn't do to make a lady worry.

Now, the obtaining. Natsuru should be available. She doesn't train that intensely at these, at least from what Hibiki has observed previously....

(Why do these happen so frequently, anyway? Anyone who comes to every single one must have something wrong with them.) ]

[recipeh]

[Ignis takes care to feel out where the steps were with his foot before descending down them. The slight drop of her shoulder was helpful.]

Indeed.

[The silence was nice and he could hear the slight movement of the leaves brushing against each other.]

Now then, if you don't mind my getting straight to the questions, I'll start. Please stop me if it becomes to much.

A shinki is a god's tool, correct? What exactly are we used for? How are we a tool? Do we provide a certain use for the god we are assigned to?

Sansa Stark | Dali

[stonebird]

God Training

(She is likely known at this point for her long, flowing, richly colored dresses, but Sansa arrives in something quite different this time. There is a short, light sword sheathed at her hip and she is wearing leather gauntlets to protect her arms. Additionally, her hair is gathered into a braided bun. She is not here to simply oversee - she is here to fight and to learn what she can from others.)

Don't be frightened. The quicker you learn to defend yourself, the better.

Physical Training

(Any training is good. Sansa can be found sparring against the dummies, throwing punches and kicks that she has been learning in her temple. Her expression is solemn and focused; she isn't afraid of tiring herself or potentially getting hurt. While she may never be as good as Arya or her brothers, she can still put her best foot forward.

...until one of the dummies swings and knocks her completely off balance. The fierce maiden suddenly seems more like a damsel in distress again. But it's only for a moment.

Or two. The wind really has been knocked out of her.)

Rest and Refreshment

(No matter her ambitions, her body tires eventually and she seeks refreshment, drinking water thirstily. She belatedly realizes how shameless she is being and flushes nearly as red as her hair. Perhaps this is why soldiers never seem to care much about manners.)

R&R

[discerp]

[It's the blood on his robes that gets her attention, though it doesn't look like he's too terribly injured right now. Maybe. Probably?

She's got a black nurse's bag with her and her usual nursing uniform, there's still the bandages covering her leg and arm-- She at least sorta looks the part of a professional, and it takes all she can to remind herself she is. And therefore, approaching the scary priest is A-okay!

Even if his glare freezes her mid-step.] E-eep! [For half a second she contemplates just falling over and showing her belly, for lack of a better term, in the hopes he doesn't rip her throat out. It's a hard inner battle between her desire to treat someone and her desire to diffuse tense situations by drawing the attention on her or weird poses.

In the end, the desire to help wins out and she continues the stepping motion, holding her bag in front of her and attempting to speak.] C-c-c-- [Attempting.

Mikan swallows hard, squeezes her eyes shut, and blurts out in a rush:] Pl-please let me tend to your injuries! [Fearful of his reaction, she doesn't open her eyes and just brings her shoulders up in a preemptive defensive flinch as if to prepare herself for a blow.]

Physical Training

[kuroi_taiyo]

[ He just happened to have been walking by when he saw this tough and fierce woman go into a training battle, to just get knocked onto her ass essentially. There was only one reasonable thing to do!

Which is laugh without any sort of remorse or sympathy for the mystery lady. ]

Man, points for looking stylish, but man you got knocked out fast.

[ He's... He's not done laughing. ]

8(

[stonebird]

(Her ass, her back, her everything! She shakes her hair out of her face and scowls at the jeering. Really, she should be used to it after King's Landing, but that never quite seems to happen.)

I am learning. I was not raised to be a soldier.

[horthath]

I'm sure you can but why look for the alternative when one has been delivered to you?

[ Cue the most generous of smiles as she presents the box. It's a rather moderately sized thing, the kind you'd see being used for takeaway pastry stalls in department stores but this box is unmarked. Clearly it was bought merely to transport the pastry offering it holds. ]

I thought to make up for imposing my company on you the last we spoke.

[ Said offering is a professional looking slice of gateau chocolat. There's a certain glossy finish to the top layer of icing, a darkness to the cake that's almost like black velvet... and she's also generously dusted the top with flecks of gold and a stencil of Hibiki's face because why not play to the ego? ]

[kuroi_taiyo]

[ For as great and toned as his muscles are, she could probably tell that this was someone who wasn't raised to be that either. Not simply because of the length of hair, but for the way his clothes and accessories were. They may be as strange to her as hers were to Judar, but it was not meant for combat.

Oh, he can't stop laughing. He's trying to reign it in enough to talk, but there's tears at the corner of his red eyes that he's rubbing away. ]

So you're a god, huh? Then screw what you were raised as. Make an army of your followers and shinki and have them fight.

[stonebird]

(His clothing doesn't perplex her as much as his eyes. Red eyes are not often seen...anywhere. Sansa rolls onto her side and pushes herself up. Then, with a wary glance at the dummy, she rises to her feet, dusting her skirt off.)

That isn't responsible. I must be able to fight beside them or I will be their weakness.

R&R, i

[moonlitknight]

[ Zero moves to catch his hand before that bottle leaves his grip. ]

Clean up your mess.

[kuroi_taiyo]

Yeah, well being by them when you can't fight will be an even bigger weakness.

[ Trust him. He's got no memories to use as evidence, and no experience past the 15 minutes he's been awake in this place. ]

[kuroi_taiyo]

[ He glances down at the hand before his red eyes look over the person that's telling him what to do. Maybe he should just open his fingers then- how about that? ]

Who do you think you are to tell me what to do, huh?

[stonebird]

Thus why I am training. (She answers stiffly, rubbing her arm and readjusting a gauntlet.) If you know better than I do, by all means...

(She motions at the dummies.) Or you and I can spar.

[moonlitknight]

[ He stares right back and that hand isn't letting go anytime soon. ]

You make a mess, you clean it.

[kuroi_taiyo]

Don't feel like it.

[ Man, doesn't this entitled, spoiled laziness sound familiar? ]

Let go of me and I'll just continue doing what I want.

[kuroi_taiyo]

Yeah, because someone without shoes or an hour of memories is gonna be any good.

[ His feet started off really clean, too. Which made him wonder what the hell was going on, because it's not like it's comfortable walking around barefoot. ]

It's better to watch and give advice from the side.

[moonlitknight]

[ He doesn't let go. ]

[kuroi_taiyo]

... Man, what is it with you?

[ This guy... Is being weirdly serious about this. Judar's not really fighting to get free, but he's already got the feeling that he's not going to manage it.

So obviously the natural thing to do is use his other hand to pull the bottle out so he can toss it off to the side. ]

[moonlitknight]

[ It crashes and light eyes narrow on him. ]

Clean it up.

[kuroi_taiyo]

...

[ Huh. He sure seems a bit mad, doesn't he? ]

Nah. Don't feel like it.

[stonebird]

You thought it acceptable to laugh at a god. I think this is a suitable punishment!

(She would have felt bad for him in other circumstances. She might have even poured him tea. But now her pride is involved. What is left of it anyway.)

No, that will not do.

[sing_for_me]

I. Physical Training
The polearm length sticks were still to long for her to handle, so Alex thought she’d give the shorter ones a try. It went well for a little bit, as if the dummies matched her level, but suddenly they stared to move faster and hit harder. Then another joined, and another, and Alex found herself running from five of them. She would stop whenever one caught up to try and fight it off, but when the rest came she had no choice but to make a run for it.

“Aaaagh!! Leave me alone already!!” Maybe it was just too soon for her..
II. R&R
A. Taking a break from her earlier..battle.. Alex is tiredly nibbling at a protein bar. She’s not close enough to really hear what the man’s saying, but even if he was, she was starting to zone out again. She stared blankly at the ground, her mind starting fog more and more.

B.What better way to keep focused than to play games? She’s never tried jenga or twister, but watching people was all she needed to figure them out. She’ll look up at the nearest person, gesturing towards the game. “Want to play?”

[kuroi_taiyo]

Tch. Nah, I figured it'd be fine laughing at someone that's temporarily acting as a god.

[ He doesn't seem to be looking for sympathy, so much as making excuses. He's not even really trying to get any weapons for trying this himself, or going in a spar against the redhead. ]

It'll do enough, old hag.

[ Judar w h y... ]

[stonebird]

(Semantics! Sansa doesn't really consider herself a goddess - she is not Dali - but she is proud of what she has accomplished. Her temple is a sanctuary and she has overcome her misgivings where handling a weapon or acting "unladylike" is concerned.

Speaking of which, she unsheathes her sword and points it at him.)

You are rude and someone should teach you manners.