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

[killsthebuddha]

[ It’s a perfectly normal first impulse to want to pull out a gun and threaten to shoot a stranger in the face, though it’s one narrowly averted more because he hadn’t expected the second sentence. So when he reaches in his robe, he bypasses his gun and withdraws a pack of Marlboros instead. He’s more short-tempered than usual, but he’s also suddenly keenly interested. ] —Aditi, is it? [ He doesn’t immediately move to check his phone, watching warily. ] And who the hell are you? [ He wasn’t one of Sharak’s people, that much he knew. ]

[bartenderizing]

[ It's probably a better sign of him knowing Sharak by the fact that his eyes were keenly watching the hand that Sanzo reached into his robes, only looking away when it turned out to be a pack of cigarettes. After seeing what Sharak's impulse can be, he's gotten a little wary. ]

A mix of sort-ofs. Sort of a student; sort of a friend; sort of a pain in the ass, I guess, as of late. The name's Shizuo.

[ Sort of, and somehow, a better tempered and gun-free surrogate to others here. ]

There's some other people here from your world, but I figured of them all, you'd know Sharak more than the others. Cuz of the whole... priest thing.

[killsthebuddha]

[ This guy does know Sharak. He knows that kind of watchfulness, that’s something taught by experience, and he’s certain she’s drawn a gun on him. There are no signs that he’s been shot in the face, so he can only assume that this guy does have at least some semi-cordial acquaintanceship at the very least.

But Sharak is good with people, so it isn’t that much of a surprise. It’s not enough to allow him to drop his guard, but it helps. ]

The thirty-first of China, Genjo Sanzo. We’re- [ A brief pause, long enough to light up his cigarette. ] -associates. [ It’s an entirely mild introduction, as far as a Sanzo’s introductions go. ]

[bartenderizing]

[ He's probably one of the few who would find a way to go around if he had been shot in the face. But really, now that he's pretty sure that the priest's only going to smoke for now, it's enough for him to relax and drink the water he grabbed. Not the kind of thing he wants, but it'll do. ]

Yeah, I figured that much out. Anyone el-

[ He was about to ask who else the guy could be looking for, but then realized all of the complications. Even more, what if this was someone that shouldn't cross paths with the others. Which is why he cut himself off. ]

Ah, never mind. Sharak'll probably fill you in on what you need to know about when you catch up with her.

[killsthebuddha]

[ Genjo doesn’t miss how ‘sort-of’s over there catches himself, apparently realizing that sharing too much information might actually be a bad move. His brows quirk up, unimpressed. ]

Probably. [ It’s a gruff response, but not challenging. His current irritation is directed solely at his own people, not one pulled into Sharak’s orbit. ]

[bartenderizing]

[ Gruff and irritated is easy enough to deal with. As bad an idea as it might be, Shizuo wasn't actually concerned about the dangers an irritated Sanzo could bring. ]

Anyway, what happened to cause... that.

[ That whole mess that has you looking like shit, that is. ]

Which we've got a bunch of healers that can help with that, by the way.

[killsthebuddha]

Don’t think you get to be a nosy fucker just because you’re one of Sharak Sanzo’s lackeys.

[ That’s not something he would have called a member of the group that actually served her, to be fair. He’s just being cranky at the man’s gall to just up and insert himself in private business. Never mind the fact that Genjo was obviously a mess and probably warranted the scrutiny. It was decidedly not the point. ]

[bartenderizing]

Lackey?

[ Obviously that was the only point that was questionable. He's seen other people get pretty mean when they were in pain, so Shizuo was guessing (seeing as that's all he can do) that this priest was in a hell of a lot of it. ]

Look, I'm gonna go easy on you cuz you're probably hurting really bad. Some people're are better at healing some wounds better than others. If it's bad enough, there's magic and healing powers available, but the clinic's got bandages and pain killers if you need them.