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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[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.]

[ 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. ]

[Sharak stares down the gun and the man behind it for a long moment. When he relaxes, she does too. Apparently she saw what she was looking for too.]

Genjo Sanzo. [Pulls her gun back and smiles.] You took your time.

Sharak Sanzo. [ He nods slightly as his gun disappears back in his robe. ] In that case, you’ll have to excuse my lateness.

[ This sort of quiet banter was comfortable, more so than it ought to be. In truth, it should have been unsettling to know that Sharak was here, but the alternative wasn’t that any better. ]

Under the circumstances, I'll let it slide.

[His group's inability to stick to a schedule is pretty famous, after all. Sharak holsters her gun as well, expression going serious. The banter is nice, but they have important things to establish first.]

What do you know already?

[ Schedules were meant to be indefinitely extended, particularly when it seemed like it was impossible to turn around without some new fresh hell springing up. (Or heaven, as the case may be.) ]

Not enough, but it depends on how much of what I’ve been told is the truth. It sounds like bullshit. [ There’s an unspoken “but” there. He’s not sure about some of it. If nothing else, some of the people around here clearly believe what they’re saying. ]

It's all bullshit. [It's definitely annoying, at least.]

... But they're not exactly lying either. [Sharak quickly waves her hand to dismiss any protests before Genjo can make them.] Obviously all that about being gods and shinki is a fabrication, but it's a convincing one. We've been made to replicate the symptoms by whoever's brought us here.

[Gee, Sharak, you make being a god sound like a deathly illness.]

Some people buy into it more than others and if we all went along with the story I'm sure a lot of people would be much happier.

[Which of course means they shouldn't, but that goes without saying.]

[ She manages to preempt his protests, but only barely. None of this is something he wants to hear, but it makes an unfortunate amount of sense. ]

Whoever they are, they didn’t choose well. [ Then, quieter: ] How many more bad choices were made?

[ That was the real question. If nothing else, where the hell were her people? Hassan, he’s certain, would rather lose a limb than lose track of Sharak in this kind of situation. Then again, it wasn’t like he could stop her. She was a force of nature in that regard. ]

[No Hassan. No Kouten Brigade. No one hovering protectively over her shoulder from a few feet back with a loaded shotgun. After a few months, she's finally starting to get used to that. It's too annoying to admit she misses them.]

Too many. [Though they've lost a fair number of them since she arrived. Genjo clearly doesn't remember that, which is to be expected after all this time.] Hakkai and Gojyo are here. That friend of yours, Dokugakuji, too, but no one else you should recognise.

[But no Goku and no Hassan.]

[ Genjo makes a soft noise under his breath, nothing more than a neutral acknowledgement. It doesn’t match the look in his eyes. Goku was by far the most durable of them all, and Hassan’s odds were greatly improved by the kid’s presence, but...

It’s not something he can afford to be diverted by right then. He couldn’t do anything but trust that Goku would do what he needed to do while he did the same on his side. The world feels oddly off kilter, but he takes a moment and a breath to center himself.]

Since I’m unemployed, I won’t be able to reimburse you for damages or babysitting costs for those two. [ It’s a perfectly reasonable thing to say, dry and grumpy and decidedly not worried for anyone’s sake. He didn’t do worried.

And he won’t even start on the subject of Dokugakuji. That is a different problem to deal with later. ]

You have no idea.

[More exhausted than sass. There's a nasty gash across Sharak's face that wasn't there before. A few days old and not bandaged, but fresh enough that it probably should still be covered up. Between Gojyo and Hakkai and every other idiot Sharak's been forced to deal with here... She'd demand reimbursement, if she thought she'd done a good enough job to deserve it. Unfortunately, she didn't, but at least now she has help to pick up the pieces.]

Gojyo's taking his turn as a shinki right now, so when you see him make sure it's for the first time.

[Maybe Genjo will do a more convincing job of that than her or Hakkai.]

[ He’d been mistaken. The world was still off kilter, but surprisingly thorough sense of outrage her sentence provokes is grounding. Bad enough someone thought to force them on another detour, to split them up. Worse that they were fucking around with people’s minds.

Something about it happening to one of his party hits a nerve he didn’t know he had, a wound from when he’d faced down Ukoku that still hasn’t entirely healed.

His attempts at deflecting with a show of bad temper cease entirely, voice going quiet and intent as he says something he certainly wouldn’t to anyone other than his only peer: ] In that case, I’ll take responsibility for him from here on.

[ Well, he’ll try to.

He isn’t sure of how much trouble Gojyo has caused or how he’s going to handle him yet, but he knows it’s necessary. He can only imagine that Hakkai has been worse than useless in this situation, and this isn’t Sharak’s problem. (And, if he had to guess, she no doubt made it her problem in whatever amount of time Genjo hadn’t been here.) Planning has never been his strong suit, but he’ll make it work. ]

[Sharak nods. Genjo might not notice the slight easing of tension in her, not having much to compare it too, but that's reassuring. This is her problem now too, but Genjo will know how to handle his own team better than her. ]

Good. He's been an idiot, but more to his own detriment than anyone else's. [Her own injuries aside, as well as Hakkai's emotional turmoil. They're fine.] It seems he's decided that everything he was before this must have been terrible, as well as every action he took or relationship he had.

[This may be a slight breach in confidence, but this is Genjo's business too. Just because Gojyo is determined to cut ties doesn't mean his friends will stop worrying about him. Better for them to be forewarned.]

... Hakkai's taking that well. [As she's sure Genjo can imagine.]

[ Genjo’s not the one to call her out on sharing private information. It’s something he needs to know, even if it isn’t entirely surprising. Gojyo was prone to coming up with some crazy bullshit in that stupid cockroach head of his if there weren’t people to regularly beat it out of him. It’d end up with Hakkai in a fucked up place because he’s an idiot, too, and that would only keep making the situation more difficult.

He knows his team. He probably owes Sharak an apology.

He shifts with a soft huff, failing to conceal a wince as he does. Staying still made him sore and moving hurt, so he has the best of both worlds right now. Still, the pain forces him to keep his focus. ] The rest of what I need to know, we don’t need overheard.

[Everyone owes Sharak a life debt that cannot be repaid or at least a drink.]

I know.

[Amaterasu and Bishamon's shinki probably aren't actually their enemies, but they're absolutely here to report anything interesting overheard to their goddesses. That's not necessary, at this moment. As for their fellow captives, their trustworthiness varies and some of the things Genjo needs to know could possibly harm shinki to hear about.]

Would you like to show me what your temple looks like?

[And maybe sit somewhere more comfortable. She remembers those injuries.]

Tch, my temple... [ He’s not sold on the idea, for all that it’s hardly the first time gods have meddled and decided he was in charge of a temple. The scale is just more dangerous this time.

There’s a brief pause, considering. ] I could. What about yours?

[ Sharak, he’s fairly sure, would have her space secured. That’s the real question— just what amount of privacy did they need? ]

[Again, Sharak nods, not needing their concerns voiced out loud. How private Genjo's temple is- magical barriers aside- is still unknown, not to mention whatever shinki he might have wandering around ready to listen. While he gets his bearings, the Temple of Aditi will do.]

Mine's quite comfortable. [And that's why they'll head there. Genjo can meet the chickens.

Sharak holds out her hand and adds wryly:] Come on, I'll show you a neat trick.

[ They do a great job of keeping the conversation where they can read in between the lines right up until Sharak’s hand is held out. He is visibly thrown for a moment before he manages a flat look. ]

What. [ It’s not actually a question. He’s still not thinking in terms of some of the tricks available to so-called gods here, though he might have balked even if he were. ]

[It's been a while since anyone actually refused an offer to hold Sharak's hand, for whatever reason. Probably because just about everyone on the Far Shore would know what she meant without being told. Sharak just raises and eyebrow and moves her open hand closer.]

I said, I'm going to show you something. Come on.

[Genjo really is kind of cute.]

What’s that got to do with it? [ ‘That’ was said as if her offer of her hand was somehow entirely alien and potentially offensive. He’s not holding her hand to go anywhere, thank you very much.

He even starts to shift away just slightly. ]

[Walking would be fine- Sharak doesn't even like relying on the powers given by this place generally- if Genjo weren't so obviously injured. She'd be impressed if he made the trip to either of their temples. He'll also doubtlessly want to come back here later to find people, which he'll need his strength for.]

Genjo.

[Listen to senpai, Genjo. With an eyeroll, she reaches out and lightly takes hold of his wrist. Then there's a rush of energy, the sound of chickens clucking in the distance, and they're in Aditi's foyer surrounded by floor cushions that are perfectly arranged for priests to collapse onto.]

It would only have been for a second, you know.

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[ If it were anyone else pulling that stunt, they’d lose that hand. He looks briefly disoriented when they teleport, but that might be more his own tiredness playing at odds with his need to be aware of his surroundings. No threats that he can pick up on, not that he really anticipated her to blindly teleport them somewhere dangerous. ]

Thank you, but I’ll pass next time. [ It’s a dry statement. He’s not motivated to make much of a fuss, but still. ]

That's fine, but sit down then.

[If he's going to be walking back later, he needs his rest. Sharak takes a seat and lights a cigarette. The temple is safe as anything can be here. Kouten's barrier hums around them to anyone sensitive enough to notice. The chickens and rooster cluck happily outside, ready to throw a shitfit if anyone approaches.

And Sharak is here. That's security enough.]

You look even worse than the last time I saw you.

[ Settling down carefully on a cushion, he takes a moment to get as comfortable as he can. It’s not terribly successful, but he can appreciate being able to sit down somewhere again. For the first time since he’d arrived, he finally lets his guard down somewhat. ]

Do I? This shouldn’t be a surprise to you, as far as I remember. [ Narrowly avoiding obliteration by Nataku was a little rough. ]

Oh, you were pretty bad when I saw you. [In India, at least. He'd still been injured when they met here, but he'd had a little time to recover then.] All burned up in the backseat of that car.

[And then she'd gone to check on her charges, to visit the youkai village nearby and make sure they were all safe. Then Nataku had arrived to declare his intentions.]

If you remember something else, please let me know.

[If someone could please tell her that her people are safe, she'd declare all debts paid.]

Sanzos don't get rest or refreshments

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