PHYSICAL TRAINING. (Welcome to heaven.THUD!Upon arrival, each shinki is assigned to a god.WHACK!Wait and they'll find you.)
Oh, I'm just tired of waiting! (Her outburst comes out of nowhere and might be considered disruptive to the others who were training, yet she doesn't seem all that flustered by her emotions. In her hand is a slender staff, Tana holding it now in a lazy manner pointed towards the ground as she gives a strange look at the straw-filled dummy that had been her opponent moments ago.
Do your best to get along with your god. Gods, why did she even read that thing? As helpful as it was, it only served to add to her impatience regarding the matter. If she was to be cared for a god, she had to make sure they were the right kind of god first. Airing her frustrations with another sigh, she looks back towards her "sparring partner" with a small frown.)
You're not a god, are you? (Just for good measure, she'll swing the staff around her body to hit it precisely in the shoulder. Someone want to come and keep her company? She clearly needs someone to validate her lest she continue to seek attention from objects that are normally inanimate.)
SHINKI TRAINING. Come on, you know you want to! (You may very well not want to, but at this point? Tana has been begging for a good five minutes for someone (anyone) to partner up with her for a chance at a prize.
She doesn't even know what the prize is, she just wants it.) Please? It's no fun to do these kind of things on your own.
(Someone is eventually going to have to take one for the team and buddy up with her. Will it be you?)
FESTIVAL. (Woo-hoo, she has money! Tana can't remember the last time she's ever held money (or anything really: she's having a lot of trouble with that), but this is exciting. Now she can buy every little thing her heart desires. She goes from vendor to vendor, buying what she can until...)
Huh, there isn't any left? (With a mouth full of some kind of food, she speaks out loud to herself. Dumping over the envelope, she shakes it, expecting more to fall out. When it fails to provide, she holds it up in the air above her head, peering up at it.)
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(Welcome to heaven. THUD! Upon arrival, each shinki is assigned to a god. WHACK! Wait and they'll find you.)
Oh, I'm just tired of waiting! (Her outburst comes out of nowhere and might be considered disruptive to the others who were training, yet she doesn't seem all that flustered by her emotions. In her hand is a slender staff, Tana holding it now in a lazy manner pointed towards the ground as she gives a strange look at the straw-filled dummy that had been her opponent moments ago.
Do your best to get along with your god. Gods, why did she even read that thing? As helpful as it was, it only served to add to her impatience regarding the matter. If she was to be cared for a god, she had to make sure they were the right kind of god first. Airing her frustrations with another sigh, she looks back towards her "sparring partner" with a small frown.)
You're not a god, are you? (Just for good measure, she'll swing the staff around her body to hit it precisely in the shoulder. Someone want to come and keep her company? She clearly needs someone to validate her lest she continue to seek attention from objects that are normally inanimate.)
SHINKI TRAINING.
Come on, you know you want to! (You may very well not want to, but at this point? Tana has been begging for a good five minutes for someone (anyone) to partner up with her for a chance at a prize.
She doesn't even know what the prize is, she just wants it.) Please? It's no fun to do these kind of things on your own.
(Someone is eventually going to have to take one for the team and buddy up with her. Will it be you?)
FESTIVAL.
(Woo-hoo, she has money! Tana can't remember the last time she's ever held money (or anything really: she's having a lot of trouble with that), but this is exciting. Now she can buy every little thing her heart desires. She goes from vendor to vendor, buying what she can until...)
Huh, there isn't any left? (With a mouth full of some kind of food, she speaks out loud to herself. Dumping over the envelope, she shakes it, expecting more to fall out. When it fails to provide, she holds it up in the air above her head, peering up at it.)