thenearshore | December Training

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December Training

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

the basics of proper god behavior

Shinki Training

informational pamphlets

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From Ama,

Physical Training

Rest and Refreshments

Twister

Kubb

lawn Jenga

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~

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Shinki Training

You've gotta be fucking kidding me- [Charlotte growls to herself as she rummages through the issues of From Ama, absorbing tidbits on how to be a good shinki and about the hierarchy of the heavens in a jumbled mess. Here she is, fucking dead and with no clue of where she is or who she is, and she's expected to be some snobby god's servant? Someone's devoted and loyal servant, some goody-two-shoes following someone else around at heavenly court-

Charlotte pauses, straightens up and looks around at Amaterasu's shinki, cheerfully and politely offering help to everyone. Standing around in their uniforms. Is that what's expected of her?]

... Shit.

Rest and Refreshments

[... But! That was clearly a different Charlotte, a different girl, because this one is completely different. This one has a cute smile for everyone who looks at her and a demure blush for anyone who looks too long. The occasional giggle at any lighthearted remark made within her earshot, a big pink bow in her beautiful golden hair and- well, she's just so cute. She may be scantily clad in armour that looks like something from a lingerie shoot- and she doesn't appear to notice anyone staring a little too long at that- but there's no denying this is a cute, young woman just out to make friends.

Well-dressed friends. Friends who look like they know what they're doing, either with a weapon or just in their general demeanour. Friends who look like someone important. People to know.]

Oh, my~ That was so amazing! [Charlotte bounces over, standing just a little too close to offer one of these "someones" a fresh drink or a plate of food.] You must be so worn out! Please, take this? I got it especially for you! Hee hee!

[ Oh, hey. Is she actually getting angry now? He should probably be concerned, but at the same time Judar guns this kind of amusing and fun. Ah, but he doesn't feel like fighting with some weapon and possibly getting hurt for real. ]

Yeah? So what if I'm rude! It's not like you're my god or anything.

[What they do get- while hanging around outside, minding their own business, generally being antisocial and disreputable- is trouble.

Sharak's late. It's been a rough couple of weeks and she's late. Normally she makes sure to turn up for these things, to look around and make sure no one needs her help. If anyone she's hoping to see- or anyone she's hoping not to see- turns up here, this is where they'll be first and Sharak wants to make sure she finds them before anything happens. But she's been disappointed so many times recently and, again, it's been a rough few weeks, that she almost decides to skip it.

She's glad she didn't. Sharak steps out from around the statue Genjo is leaning against, pulling out her pistol and pointing it at the side of Genjo's head. Her face and glare are as serious as always as she stares him down to see his response.]

We work together. (For the most part. She grits her teeth, keeping her sword steady.) We do not poke fun at one another and I, as a god, do not support the poor treatment of shinki.

Eeek!

[The young woman- dressed in what is probably technically armour, though what it would protect her from no one knows- shrieks as the dummy goes to attack her. She looks distressed, but her hands are in position to actually catch the staff, before Shun blocks it. She drops the stance and looks at the dummy with a mildly curious expression before turning to Shun to quickly evaluate him.

Well. He's not a bad starting point. Suddenly there are tears in Charlotte's eyes and she rushes to Shun's side.]

Oh! Thank you so much! [She clings to Shun's arm and leans against him.] I had no idea- it really scared me for a minute! You looked so heroic though...

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[That's...one way to stop it.]

I don't think that was really necessary, but thanks...

Tell me about it.

[Getting Ayumu to leave the temple had taken steady, repetitive prodding by her junior shinki for over the course of two days. She's not exactly thrilled to be here herself. She's not even supposed to be in this section but here she is anyway, sitting off to the sidelines with a stack of From Ama magazines and a pencil.

Ayumu looks up from the current god-and-shinki compatibility quiz she's been glaring at with her good eye while decisively writing down her own answers. She manages a cordial smile that doesn't quite mask her displeasure at being here.]

Everything about this situation is stupid.

[The detail that she was poised to catch the staff is one he notes more than her look of distress, because it's those kind of details he notices about someone first - ones indicative of a readiness to fight. Shun pushes the dummy back hard enough to overbalance it and make it fall over before turning to face Charlotte properly, giving her a calculating look up and down. What he can see of her build lends itself to the theory that she's a fighter of some kind, as well as the...it's probably supposed to be armour, but god knows what it would actually do in a fight.

As soon as she moves towards him, he tenses up, and outright flinches at the contact - his arm jerks sharply as if to throw her off, and definitely in a reflexive motion. The abrupt stop might indicate that he manages to restrain it before it turned into something worse, but he still doesn't look impressed with her clinging to him like that, and he shifts aside to try and open a bit more distance between them.]

As if I was going to let it run off and attack someone. But you seemed ready enough to catch it yourself even if I didn't get there in time.

[Someone is extremely straightforward about this sort of thing. Then again, he's generally fairly wary around new people, especially someone clearly trying to flatter him.]

[Not a shinki herself, of course, but she's around to see if everything's okay. She just wants to be useful and friendly-- And maybe she secretly has a shinki waiting for her this time!!

...She doesn't, and she knows she doesn't, but dammit she's trying to be optimistic here.

But there is a rather annoyed young lady here, huh. Mikan looks around, knowing the woman isn't talking to her and likely isn't looking for company, but she's nothing if not a glutton for punishment apparently.]

U-umm... Excuse me? A-are you, um... Do you need...help...?

[Whether Ayumu looks like someone worth knowing is up for debate. At any rate, it's clear from her long-sleeved dress and light, fashionable scarf that she has no intention of doing any actual training today. To compensate for her sour mood and wounded pride, she's carrying herself with more dignity than she normally does. When the girl approaches with a plate, Ayumu turns to smile at her.]

That's very kind of you! Thank you. Are you one of the new arrivals?

[She looks new. Ayumu's sure she would have taken notice of a blonde as pretty as her before now if she wasn't.]

[Maria's been in the dojo practicing with a sword for a while now, and very clearly knows what she's doing with it, her grip switching and adapting easily to make the most effective motions to down the dummies she trains against. And now, over near the refreshments table, she's pulling out a stack of fliers from her supplies, clearly very intent on what she's doing, and established enough here to have organised something that needs getting the word out.

She looks a little surprised to be suddenly rushed over to by Charlotte, but after that first moment, she smiles politely, transferring the papers to one hand to accept the drink.]

Thank you. Are you new here? I don't think I've seen you before. [That outfit is...eye-catching, to say the least, and she imagines she would have noticed it.]

[Maria manages to step aside in time to avoid getting hit by the flying bottle, and it smacks onto the ground behind her and spills whatever of it didn't come out when it first went flying. It takes her a moment to register that the person in front of her threw it, and she steps forward with a stunningly unimpressed look on her face and her hand out to grab the culprit's shoulder.]

How about some manners before you start asking for any favours? [Her tone is very forceful and firm, even though she's not yelling at him.]

[So not long after Tadashi sets up that game of Jenga, one of the pieces starts moving. It would be seemingly of its own volition, except for the fact that there's a faint neon orange glow around it.

It slides out carefully, then falls on the ground, the tower still standing.

Looking around enough may reveal the equally neon orange, ghostly-tailed bird person floating several feet above and behind Tadashi, posed as if leaning casually on a chair, except in mid-air with no support.]

[Out of mid-air, a borderline comes down to slam into the dummy and knock it back a few paces to give her time to recover. Davesprite's a little unsettled by the living dummies, but he's not sure why - possibly something about the way they move. He doesn't remember his constantly denied and repressed fear of puppets from his life just yet.]

Something about this whole "living training dummies" deal strikes me as a little fucked up, but I guess at least this one is still attacking who it's supposed to be attacking.

[Shun is on his way to the table himself, and it's hard not to notice the guy using a polearm as a guiding stick. He keeps an eye on him as he gets closer, and he's not particularly surprised to hear him ask where the water bottles are on the table. Following the loudmouthed shinki's voice would've gotten him here, but the guy was so enthusiastic about describing everything available that it definitely wasn't going to get him further than that.]

In front of you, a little to your left. I'm picking one up now. [Shun's voice is deep and somewhat grave - and his tone very blunt, though that's normal for him. A moment or two after he speaks, the sound of creaking plastic, a bottle sliding against tightly-packed bottles, and ice shifting to fill the new gap comes from the direction Shun described.]

[Shun is prone to pay attention to any particularly impressive displays of power at these training gatherings, and Mikoto is no exception even if Shun is well aware already that he's powerful. He hasn't really seen Mikoto use his power offensively before - outside of that out-of-control moment in the video from the other day, his experiences with it have either been use as protection or as show, like scaring those kids from the graveyard.

Aware of the potential risk, Shun observes from a safe enough distance, but still close by enough to be noticed. He particularly pays attention to the way Mikoto moves, though at the very least, it seems like he wasn't permanently damaged by his incident the other day.

He still manages to look typically unperturbed as the dummies vanish under the onslaught of fire, watching until it clears.]

I suppose that's one way to fix their problem of going after the wrong people. [His tone is dry, since he knows full well that's definitely not the intent here.]

(Sansa inhales deeply, her chest aching from the impact. Then she fights her way to her feet, nearly drawing her sword. But the dummy is a tool and she doesn't want to break it or injure it, though Davesprite's interference is much appreciated.)

Thank you. (She smiles briefly.) Yes, he is determined to continue sparring with me...and now you.

(A few bumps and bruises won't kill her and she is learning to stand tall even when her body aches.)

Should I expect it to behave differently?

[In life, Charlotte had always been a woman with a plan. In death should be no different- she's just not sure what that plan should be. She does know that if she's going to be someone's divine servant, she should be the best damn one possible. She won't settle for less than the most luxurious afterlife, not if she can help it.

Until she knows what that means... Some instinct in her tells her to not go with her first response of "Of-fucking-course I am" to what seems like a confident woman who has probably been here longer than her.]

I am! [She's not sure how well her charms will work on a woman, but hey, no harm in trying. She smiles and bounces lightly on the spot, making sure her hair falls around her shoulders perfectly.] I just arrived today- it's so exciting! I can't wait to meet everyone!

Shinki Training

[Armed with a pamphlet and a magazine or two he's settling to read. It's easier if he sits by himself to study and learn so he's found himself a quiet spot. One leg crossed over the other - he may be unknowingly sitting just so in a way that makes him pull attention and the lighting is just right. It's all unconscious but it's deeply ingrained in him. The thing to ruin this is how pensive he is with a frown.

He might be feeling a little overwhelmed the idea of being someone a god depends on is a bit much for a fifteen-year-old. It's not about the fighting though. It's the other stuff. The basic stuff. Stuff he can't recall and his lack of memories is staggering. He can't even unlock the other phone that he'd found tucked into his pocket.]

This is going to be a challenge.

Physical Training
I

[After having been named and meeting his god -(dess?) he's uncertain if they make a gender distinction - Adrien is practicing drawing borderlines. His eyes are narrowed in concentration. Once he's done it a handful of times he's exhaling, that intense look fading.]

I think I've got it. What do you think? [He says to no one in particular as if he's just used to talking and getting an answer from someone or something.]

II
[Adrien had toyed with various weapons and he'd decided he only liked a handful. There were swords, and he'd liked the rapier best - it felt good in his hand - but in the end he went with a staff length pole. There was something familiar about it. Something that felt natural. He's throwing himself into fighting with the dummies, training hard. When one of the two he'd been going at it with veers off he's using the pole to vault after it.]

Hey! Get back here you. We're supposed to fighting not playing cat and mouse.

[And then it's raising it's weapon to attack some hapless person.] Hey, Look out! [His voice is firm and he's throwing the pole forward with just a hint of spin, sending it into the back of the dummy horizontally throwing it's balance off just enough to send it down to the ground.

He's hurrying forward to pick up the pole, gripping it and leaning on it slightly, his other hand rubbing at the back of his neck; panting slightly.]

Sorry about that! You okay?

Rest and Refreshments
I
[After some pretty intense training Adrien has gotten a bottle of water, one of those weird little amber bottles. and a couple bars to eat. Usually, at least he thinks anyway, he doesn't eat such things. But it doesn't matter what is usual. It's what's there and nothing about this is usual. He's content though. One of the bars is between his teeth - unopened as he shrugs off the white over shirt he'd been wearing; he's hot and even if it's not thick it's an extra layer he doesn't need.

Then he's tearing his bar open, breaking tearing it with his teeth rather than his fingers. He can't get a proper grip for that. Biting into one of the bars he's giving a soft hum. It tastes like a cookie. He's turning the bar over reading the back of it curiously.]

Huh... Dates? Cashews? Chocolate and Sea Salt Caramel. How the does all that taste like a cookie? Snack bars are weird.

II
[Adrien has found a board with a series of holes cut into it with varying point values on it. There's a stack of differently colored bean bags in front of it and he's picking up a couple of the black ones. Stepping behind a line that had clearly been drawn as a clear boundary. Toeing the line he's tossing one of those black bags in his hand to get a feel and good grip on it Then he's pitching one forward underhanded.

It thwacks on the board half in half out of one of holes. Frowning Adrien tries a second time. The second actually goes through one of the lower circles and he shrugs.
It doesn't matter it's not like anyone is here to actually fuss at him about scoring]

Wild Card
[If you want to do anything specific with Adrien or meet him in a certain way toss it here.]

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[If he hadn't recently achieved godhood and been attacked by animated training dummies, this would be somewhat disturbing. Instead, it's actually fascinating--at least once he gets over a slight shock that the wooden pieces might also attack.]

Whoa! Who--?

He watches the block wiggle it's way out of the stack and drop to the ground before looking around for the person doing the moving. The kid behind him glows the same orange as the block did, so he looks like a likely candidate.]

That was impressive.

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A couple of them are attacking people who get too close even if they aren't attacked first. Someone fucked their magic up, I'm guessing. [As the dummy starts to get closer again, Davesprite flicks another borderline at it. It knocks the weapon out of its hand so it has to stop and pick it up again.]

They're not that hard to stop, courtesy of the whole straw thing, but yeah, watch out for that if it happens.

[Davesprite raises a taloned hand in a casual wave before rearranging himself slightly so he's leaning forward.] It's tiny things telekinesis. I dunno what you're coming from or if you even remember it, but that sounds like a pretty low bar for impressive. Though I've seen shittier powers.

[His tone isn't rude, at least, it's just very chill and neutral. An orange feather slips out of one of his wings and spins to the ground as he shuffles them a bit flatter against his back and gestures to the tower.]

Your move, my dude.

[ Well, she's not one to judge on the breastplate -- no matter how literal it is. After all, she's here sitting by the sidelines in her ruffles and ribbons, her own cleavage practically spilling out of that off-shoulder number she has.

That tone catches her attention though and she's offering a sweet little smile of her own. ]

What a generous offer! It's really been quite a long day... but it'd be a shame to have this all to myself. Why don't you join me?

[ Yeesh. Protein bars. And one of these kinds. S i g h. ]

[ Sanzo knows a rough time himself lately, and he’s on a hair trigger right then. He’s entirely aware of a presence coming up on him from around the statue, though he only gives that fact away when he draws his revolver in a flurry of white cloth. He’s aimed with his finger on the trigger even before he looks over at her sidelong. As he searches her face, there’s only the faintest tremor in his arm.

He apparently decides that he sees whatever he’s looking for. The tense line of his arm starts to relax after a long moment, and his expression eases to something more neutral.

Damn, it’s far more a relief to see her than he wants to admit. ]

Tch! [Charlotte just about snarls as she turns on Mikan, still glaring and ready to tear into the girl.] Speak up! No one can hear you muttering like that, idiot!

[Mikan is clearly a newly arrived shinki, and a total mess as well. No need to care about making her happy, they're in the same position.]

We all need help in a mess like this!

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