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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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It's handy.

[Versatile, at least. While he'd rather not have to do outright combat, at least he never has to worry about lacking a weapon of any sort. Toying with it yet again, and he glances back to her.][It could go either way with some people, unless they were using shinki magic or had a name in an obvious place.]

I like it.

[She just hadn't been expecting it was all. What she liked most about her own yoyo was the fact that it wasn't the typical weapon. Chat had a staff, and he used that like one would expect. Her yoyo, though? It was more of a tool than anything, but she could use it to immobilize someone or distract them if necessary. She expected it would probably be the same with a normal one.

And the fact that he wasn't answering her question wasn't lost at all on Marinette. But that was okay. He wasn't obligated to give her any answers. As luck would have it, she had managed to hit the same branch. She'd merely smacked it with the yoyo itself, but that was enough for her. For now.]

Thank you for letting me use it.

Mmm. Sure.

[It's interesting to see someone else use it. Not exactly in the same way as he just had, but still a viable enough use. Ignoring the sharpness it apparently has- it takes a certain kind of speed and tension after all- he continues to do idle tricks with what he has in his own hands.]

Do you know how to make one...?

[He certainly didn't say much, did he? It wasn't a bad thing, but he was probably one of the most laid back people she had ever met.]

I know how to make a lot of things, but that isn't one of them.

[Did he know how to make one? It certainly made her wonder. Now that she'd contented herself with trying to hit the branch, she was back to idly toying with the yoyo.]

How about you?

[It couldn't hurt to ask, right? Maybe he'd even answer!]

I.... think so. I maintain mine.

[There's just never been any reason to make a new one. Still, now that he's brought it up... Snapping his yoyo back up into his hand, he searches for his phone. It's more effort than he'd normally like to deal with, but...]

If you found the materials... I could try.

[This is the sort of skill he should know for certain that he has. Better before he really needs to know, like if his yoyos get destroyed.]

[Oh wow. She hadn't even been expecting an affirmative. This was great! She was just going to assume that he hadn't made the ones he had, though he'd literally just admitted to not knowing where he got them. So... it was possible?]

If you want to. But I'm definitely going to try and find- ... oh. What would I need to get?

[At that thought, she's glancing down at the yoyo in her hand, chewing her lip in concentration as she considers the unorthodox weapon. True, she had a good deal of experience in crafting various things, but she'd never really been good at trying to guess what something was made out of.]

Or if you didn't want to do it for me, you could show me how? I wouldn't mind learning, honestly.

...They gave you a phone, didn't they?

[His opinion of the Heavens is pretty low as it is, honestly. He wouldn't be surprised if they hadn't for once. Still, he's pulling his own out, flipping through it.]

[It'll be easier to send the list to her, rather than intone it.]

They did.

[That had actually surprised her a little, but she supposed it made sense in the grand scheme of things.

At that point, she's pulling out her own phone and holding it up so he can see it.]

Don't they give them to everyone?

....Just making sure.

[Still, flicking his own phone number onto the screen, he raises his hand to show it to her.]

My number.

[She's just nodding at that.

And then she's glancing up at the offered phone for a moment, before fiddling with her own.]

Thanks!

[Before he can ask, she's turning her phone back around for a few seconds, and then spinning it around again to display her own. She'd thought about just sending him a text but that seemed ridiculous since he was standing a few feet away from her.]

I'm Marinette, by the way.

[Because yes, it just occurred to her that she had yet to introduce herself properly.]

[Considering he would have absolutely walked away without introducing himself, Chikusa has no room to judge on that front. Instead, there's just a blink as if he'd forgotten and is in the process of remembering.]

Ah... Chikusa Kakimoto.

[Quite a Japanese name for a kid with an Italian accent.]

It's nice to meet you!

[She's smiling as she goes ahead and adds a name to the number he's just given her, before the phone disappears into the pocket from whence it came.]

Marinette Dupain-Cheng.

[Then it's back to idly toying with the yoyo. She's not entirely sure what to say at this point.]

Really though, thanks for all of this. I appreciate it. If you ever need anything, you can call me. Okay? [In the meantime, she's going to come up with a way to thank him for being so helpful.]

I will.

[Welp. At least he is.... blunt and honest? A positive, maybe. He at least can see why he's being thanked, even if it's ultimately for his own self interest and curiosity. With his own phone being put back, he glances at the yoyo.]

...Are you going to practice with it more?

Good.

[While she couldn't even picture a situation in which she'd be the best one to help him, Marinette wanted to extend the offer just the same. Besides, she liked Chikusa and she thought they could be friends.]

You don't mind?

[She's glancing down at the yoyo too. Truth be told, she wouldn't mind practicing a little more before she had to give it back.]

Do you have somewhere else to be?

[As much as she did want to get in some more practice, she also didn't want to be rude and monopolize his time if he had other things to do.]

I guess... Not really?

[He glances back around the training areas, considering. Really, he tends to clear out his schedule for days like this, just in case something happens, but...]

...I just.... want it back before I go...

[For the most part, Marinette was just pleased that his answers seemed to be getting longer. It was probably a ridiculous thing to even worry about, but maybe it was a good sign.]

If you're sure.

[Really though, there hadn't much of a demonstration just yet. And she didn't want to send him on his way empty-handed. Figuratively, anyway.]

Don't worry. I wasn't going to keep it! You'll get it back as soon as I'm finished.

[As much as she might have liked to keep the yoyo, she wasn't the type to try and walk off with it after he'd been so kind. Rather than dwell on that, she's twirling the yoyo again and glancing over at the training dummies. Were they close enough to hit one of them from here?

With that question in mind, she took a couple of steps toward the dummy in question before lashing out at the one closest to where they were standing. Mostly she was curious about how long a string this one had.]

Good. It'd be troublesome getting it back.

[Even if that kind of thing turned out to be theft, he feels like there are a couple people in the Far Shore who wouldn't bother to help him even then. Especially if he attacked someone who definitely gives off a better.... vibe than he does.]

[For the time being, he simply stays and watches her as the yoyo unfurls. It's definitely a lot longer than any normal yoyo should be, perfect for a long distance attack to one of the nearest dummies. Further, maybe, although that could possibly be stretching it.]

[She couldn't help but chuckle at that. Was he really worried about her walking off with his yoyo?]

I wouldn't do that.

[Instead, she's more interested in watching to see if the yoyo manages to hit the training dummy she'd aimed at. When it seemed to come up short, Marinette fought the urge to pout. But she just shrugged it off and took a couple of steps toward her intended target.

It was already spinning in her hand, something that had become second nature during her time as Ladybug, and she couldn't help feeling a little nostalgic even in the midst of trying to land an attack on that dummy.]

Is there a limit on how long the string can be?

[She'd meant what she said earlier when they'd been talking about her getting one of her own, and she was curious. In the meantime, she watched as the body of the yoyo bonked the nearest dummy on the head. Almost at once, the dummy sprang to life, flailing around in an attempt to pinpoint the one who'd attacked it.]

[As the dummy jerks about in offense, Chikusa takes a nice long step away from Marinette. Hey, she's the one who wanted to practice with it. He doesn't really want to spar right now, especially with a living practice dummy. It's a lot more interesting to watch her.]

It depends on a few things... Yoyos work as they do because of physics... and you'll want them adjusted for how tall you are...

[His tend to be pretty long just because he's pretty long, after all.]

...But if you wanted longer... I guess it could be an experiment... [That, too, would be interesting to look into.]

[In the interest of really practicing, she took a couple steps toward the now flailing dummy. She'd already proven that it wasn't the suit the gave her the ability to wield her yoyo. But it was the suit that allowed her yoyo to exist, so she figured it would be a good idea to practice with this one.]

I was never very good at physics. [It was more of an off-hand comment than anything.] That's interesting, though. Is it easier to use if it's adjusted to your height?

[She was pretty sure that the string on Ladybug's yoyo was however long she needed it to be at any given time. But it was also a magical smartphone that could purify akumas, so... It went without saying that it was special.]

Longer might be good for fighting at a distance.

[That said, she's spinning the yoyo again and then aiming a hit at the dummy's body. She didn't want to keep trying to hit the same spot over and over because that seemed too easy.

You don't have to know it... just adjust to it. A lot of yoyo tricks rely on it. It's just the science...

[Which is a lot more important when you're the one actually building such things than necessarily just using them. He watches her style, keeping in mind the moves she uses.]

Mm.... that's how it is for normal yoyos. Weaponized, the same thing applies, but... with a little more room.

[Well that was a relief.]

Good to know.

[And really, she was pleased to hear that she didn't have to be very good at physics, because it had never been her strongest subject. No, she'd always been more interested in art than science. But she supposed she'd have to work on that a little while she was here.]

Weaponized?

[While she was no stranger to using one as a weapon, she couldn't help but wonder if he meant something else. She couldn't really imagine how one might weaponize a yoyo, though.]

...If you use a normal yoyo to smash into someone's head.... repeatedly... Then the yoyo will break before anything else.

[Which, if you are trying to break someone's head, is a problem.]

So... Even at its most basic... You have to adjust the materials used to create it.

[Well, that was ... an answer. She's just blinking a little at that.]

I didn't know that. Thank you.

[It was good information to have, she supposed.]

That makes sense. I'm probably not going to try to break heads, though.

It'll depend....

[His shoulder rises up again in a half shrug.]

I didn't expect to... but then zombies happened on my first day... so...

[Expect everything.]

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