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

[erogappa]

[ He takes back everything he said earlier. There are zero regrets about dragging this idiot halfway across heaven. Zero. He wouldn't trade a show this funny for all the gold in China. ]

See, your mouth says no... [ If Blondie fumes any harder, that vein on the side of his head is just going to straight up rupture. This is awesome. ] But your ass says please Mister Sha Gojyo, I'm so very bruised.

[killsthebuddha]

[ Blondie suddenly has a revolver in hand. He doesn’t fire— he doesn’t know exactly how well intact that idiot’s reflexes are. Maiming him might sound appealing, but it’d be a bigger problem if he shot him in his empty head. ]

My gun says shut the hell up.

[erogappa]

[ And then it stops being funny. Gojyo holds Blondie's eye for a moment, grip tightening on the shaft of his magic stick. He could swing it before the other guy could pull the trigger -- he's pretty sure he could, anyway.

But instead, he raises his head and banishes his weapon in its odd wisp of light. ]

Are you gonna try and tell me that the gun thing isn't a sanzo thing too?

[killsthebuddha]

[ It’s not as satisfying as it ought to be. Given the way he’d been going out of his way to avoid fighting, Gojyo makes for a poor target for Sanzo’s bad temper. He scowls, but it’s too much effort to maintain his aggravation at the healthy, properly motivating level. ] It’s not.

[ He huffs under his breath, sounding grumpy and not at all like he’d just implied he’d kill a man for laughing at him. Instead, he just shifts his aim off of Gojyo. ]

What the hell did you do to make Sharak Sanzo want to shoot you?

[erogappa]

[ Gojyo doesn't know enough about guns -- and he certainly doesn't have much experience being on the action end of them -- to be able to tell that Genjo's aim has shifted. From his perspective, a guy who looks like he could barely hold his own dick is pointing a gun right at his forehead, and it's anyone's guess whether he'll pull the trigger when his arm drops.

Surprisingly, he's not afraid. No, if anything, he's annoyed. ...That's probably not normal. ]

She never needed to shoot at me. I bought her bullshit hook line and sinker for free.

[ He frowns at the gun. From the angle the end of the barrel looks like a cannon. He doesn't really want to see the hole something like that would leave in a person, especially not in his person. ]

You want to put that away?

[killsthebuddha]

[ He mutters something not quite intelligible under his breath, his gun finally vanishing in his robes once again. He doesn’t, not really, but it’s feeling too heavy in his hand as it is. ]

No wonder you’re acting like a jackass. You can’t live a life without regret if you follow someone else.

[ After all, his team had always just been moving in the same direction for their own reasons. Moving slowly, he makes the effort to get himself back to his feet. Fuck you, Gojyo. He doesn’t need help.

Well, he’s not going to admit he needs help. It’s practically the same thing. ]

[erogappa]

[ He's not offering Genjo a hand up. The asshole can do it on his own. ]

Do you really think we have that kind of relationship?

[ That is, you're not his girlfriend, so no telling him how to live his life, thanks. ]

I get the feeling you're not actually my type.

[killsthebuddha]

[ It’s criticizing him, thanks. He’ s not that helpful. He is, however, increasingly aggravated.

Offering Gojyo a dead-eyed glare, he forces himself up to his feet. ] Shut the hell up already, before I...

[ The threat trails off oddly, but at least he didn’t need that dumbass’s help. Well, right up until his vision grays out and he goes down hard, this time falling more like deadweight. ]

[erogappa]

Oh shit.

[ Blondie goes down in a heap, and Gojyo's just not fast enough -- or armed enough -- to catch him. He's a breathing heap, though, as Gojyo determines a moment later. Breathing and heart beating and all his vitals more or less inside his body.

Gojyo sits back on the curb next to Genjo's unconscious body, and swears long and fluidly up at the sky. ]

Now I have to haul your ass back into heaven, don't I?

[ The sky doesn't answer. The sky is pretty fucking useless. ]

God dammit.