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

[all_seeing_eye]

Gross.

[Not today, Mr. Book.]

Anyone can just call themselves an Overlord. I mean, for all you know, I'm an empress.

[badassfreakingoverlord]

Sure, anyone can. And then the rightful Overlord would kick their ass. That title's earned, and those who don't earn it regret it.

Besides, I'm not just any Overlord. I'm the most badass freaking Overlord in the entire cosmos! And THAT title, no one claims but the person who deserves it, because I personally make sure of that!

[all_seeing_eye]

Tacking that qualifier on every time makes it sound less badass. Like you're an Internet tryhard or something.

[badassfreakingoverlord]

Hmph. If this were your proper world, I'd destroy it for that insult. But the doubts of some random human girl don't change what's true.

[all_seeing_eye]

First: I'd like to see you try. Second: you still haven't proven anything.

[badassfreakingoverlord]

I'm not here to prove anything. I'm here to look for suitable minions to recruit for my plans, and to get my minions some levels.

[all_seeing_eye]

So basically you can't do it.

[badassfreakingoverlord]

...Look, as a human, are you even sensitive to mana power? Because I know your kind generally is about as good with it as you are with seeing the infrared spectrum.

[all_seeing_eye]

I'm not your average human.

[badassfreakingoverlord]

Right.

[Zetta can't just destroy the planet easily, or individually punch out every person of any power here, or kill the Overlord, or whatever. He's lacking arms. And legs. That makes most of what he'd ordinarily do a little difficult.]

[But he still has his mana power.]

[Zetta lets a fraction of it slip from his restraints.]

['A fraction' is no small amount. She might doubt his claims, and with good cause, but Zetta's title is no idle boast; he is, indeed, the most badass freaking Overlord in the entire cosmos. That fraction of his mana power is like the feeling of pressure from an explosion, the sudden tingling that comes with a lightning strike, an immense weight that tugs on every dimension from spatial to temporal to probabilistic -- multiplied several times over. Dragon Overlord Bablyon in his heyday would be no match for Zetta. Other demons would view him as the strongest and most broken post-game boss.]

[He's pretty powerful, is the message here.]

[all_seeing_eye]

...Okay. Point taken.

[badassfreakingoverlord]

[The mana power dwindles as quickly as it had emerged, the faint crackling power around the book vanishing like an afterimage on the back of her eyelids.]

Seems like everyone here just wants to piss me off...

[all_seeing_eye]

I mean, phenomenal cosmic power aside, you do kind of make yourself an easy target.

[badassfreakingoverlord]

I have nothing to do with the book thing! That just sort of happened! If not for that...

[all_seeing_eye]

I meant your personality, actually.

[badassfreakingoverlord]

Oh, well, if I wasn't a book, I'd just beat the crap out of whoever gave me grief and exact a horrible revenge.

[That's simple and straightforward enough, even if Zetta doesn't put it into practice quite as often as he might claim.]

[all_seeing_eye]

Hey, what's on your pages, anyway?

[She doesn't seem too worried about that.]

[badassfreakingoverlord]

Well, the Sacred Tome is a record of everything that is, was, and will be in the universe. So, you know. Everything.

[all_seeing_eye]

So does that mean you know all that stuff too? Or would you have to sit in front of a mirror and read your own pages backwards or something?

[badassfreakingoverlord]

You may have noticed that there's not actually a physical way to see my own contents. [Eyes on the front cover make that super-difficult.] Everything in there is sort of like... I don't know. Can you tell your own cells apart?

[all_seeing_eye]

So you can't, like... flip open or anything?

[badassfreakingoverlord]

Well, sure, but...

[The tome spins and flips open, obligingly revealing a pair of (disappointingly blank) pages. Needless to say, Zetta can't see a thing.]

[all_seeing_eye]

Huh. That's pretty inconvenient.

[badassfreakingoverlord]

Eh. There's nothing in there I particularly care about anyway, so it doesn't matter. And I think if anyone wrote anything in there, I'd know it.

[all_seeing_eye]

Hey, there's an idea! Hold still.

[Futaba grins, pulling a pen out from a pocket.]