February Training

[godsoffortune]

Who: Everyone
What: Information and Training
When: October 15th
Where: Meeting Hall, 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 the Meeting Hall, 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 traditional reception room within the Meeting Hall for an informational meeting covering the basics of proper god behavior. A minor deity is giving the speech, and none of the white-robed shinki enter. 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 in the white-and-gold of Amaterasu's hosuehold 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 explanation 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.

A training game has been set up through a section of the Meeting Hall gardens, with little cut-outs of ayakashi hidden in the landscaping, tucked into bushes or taped under bridges. Prize ribbons are being offered for every ten "ayakashi" a shinki (or team) discovers.

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. Several magically animated straw-stuffed training dummies, many of which have been carefully mended and patched with neat black stitching, are set up on the lawn with a white-robed shinki hovering nearby to watch over them. They make good training partners, although anyone who comes too close risks being targeted for a sparring match whether they wanted one or not.

The pond behind the dojo has had dozens wooden poles sunk in it, spaced a few feet apart, with a bunch of brightly colored ribbons tied around the pole in the very center. Some of the white-robed shinki are practicing scaling the poles and leaping from one to the next, until they get close enough that they can snatch a ribbon from the center pole, and several have fallen in and are being teased by their fellows.

Rest and Refreshments

Instead of snacks being served at the training session, this week, white-robed shinki with little flags are conducting groups of newcomers and volunteers down to the Tokyo Daijingu shrine and into a street festival currently being held in Tokyo. Traditional dance troupes are performing on street corners, and vendors have every kind of fall street foods, from barbecue to takoyaki, chocolate-dipped bananas and red-bean pancakes. New arrivals will get a white-and-gold envelope with spending money for the fair, although gods and shinki who have had some time to settle in will have to handle their own lunch expenses.

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
• Go to a festival
• Spectate if you want
• Have fun~

Comments

[unlucky7]

[At 5'10" Ginia's not short, but in Celestia's presence it's hard not feeling small. She follows the god to the stand, peering curiously at the ingredients and admiring the dexterous way the chef prepares the rolls. Some remain easy to carry hand rolls while others are sliced up and arranged in small containers in sets of six and eight.

Ginia picks up one of the sets of eight pieces, a different ingredient on top of each bed of rice. She types out a message and looks hopefully at Celestia.]

Do you think this one is okay?

[letteropener]

[Human Celestia has a couple of inches on her, yes, and a body that is solid and powerful beneath its lines -- but more than that, she just has a sense of presence and conviction that makes her seem there.]

[Looking over her choice, Celestia nods.] I think it looks very good. Will that be enough for you, though?

[She's a tall girl and not without a certain amount of muscle, Celestia has noted.]

[unlucky7]

[No one's explained she'll never feel full as a shinki, but hunger was always a backdrop of her forgotten life. At Celestia's urging, she grabs one more assorted set and a tuna mayo hand roll because it's the closest. She totals the cost as she pulls out the envelope of money from inside her coat and pulls out two 1000 yen bills.

Setting the food on the counter, Ginia takes a deep breath before knocking loudly on the counter, willing herself to be more visible. The assistant startles a bit and blinks at her, but takes the money shoved at him, bags up the food, and hands over her change.

It's a simple, mundane, everyday transaction, but Ginia smiles as she takes the bag and change, staring at the food with light amazement.]

[letteropener]

[For her own purposes, Celestia picks up several vegetarian rolls -- avocado, cucumber, mushroom. Her human shape is doubtless capable of eating meat in a way that her pony body is biologically incapable of, but that doesn't mean she feels right about it.]

Shall we find someplace to sit and enjoy? Maybe a little ways out of the crowd. [The two of them take up a comparatively large amount of space, so grabbing a little corner on a bench is kind of out of the question.]

[unlucky7]

[She nods, clutching the bag of food tight. Getting out of the crowd sounds nice. Going unnoticed helps, but the constant press of people and endless noise is beginning to wear on her. How does everyone stand it?

Restaurants line the immediate area, but after another minute of walking, they come upon a small park with a small play area, a few benches, and a small lawn. Ginia follows Celestia's lead to whatever is most comfortable for her.]

[letteropener]

[The bench is easiest -- Celestia find sitting down on the ground quite burdensome as a human. Ponies have it so much easier when they can just lower their flanks and be done with it! Leaving ample space for Ginia, she spreads out her trays on the other side of her.]

[unlucky7]

[Ginia sets her food in her lap, unconsciously trying to take up as little room as possible. She cracks the lid on the first sushi set, trying to decide which one to eat first. The colors of the fresh fish are vivid and bright, the oranges and red popping next to stark white.

She picks up a piece of sushi with an orange and white striped surface and bites it in half. The flavor is rich and delicious and she quickly pops the other half into her mouth. It's genuinely the first time her her past and present life she's ever had sushi and she descends onto the set with newfound hunger and joy, savoring each unique flavor and texture.

Tears begin to slide down her cheeks and she stops as they drip off the plastic container.]

[letteropener]

[Though Celestia thinks no ill of shinki in the slightest, she is glad not to be one. How troubling it must be to have no memories, to know so little about yourself.]

[She isn't certain if a gesture of comfort would be welcome here, but she can at least provide a little aid. Tugging a handkerchief out of one pocket, she offers it over, making no other sign that she notices the poor girl's discomfiture.]

[unlucky7]

[It's the kind of tears that come from overwhelming joy, but there's a sense of loss or loneliness or something Ginia can't explain and wouldn't be able to even with the best of her memories. She gently waves the handkerchief away, not because it isn't appreciated, but it's embarrassing enough crying, she doesn't want to make it worse by ruining a god's handkerchief.

Instead, she wipes her eyes and blows her nose on the napkin included in her bag of food and suck in a few deep breaths to calm down.]

Sorry. [Her phone says. A few seconds later, she adds:]

The sushi is really good. Thank you for suggesting it.

[letteropener]

[Mmm. That had to be rough on her poor nose.]

[Celestia gives her a moment to compose herself as she chews a sushi roll, before turning her attention fully back over to Ginia. Her voice is soft and utterly sympathetic.] This is all very rough on you, isn't it.

[unlucky7]

[Ginia shrugs carelessly as she hunches a bit onto herself. It has, in all honesty, been a strange day. Granted, most days probably don't start with waking up in a strange place without memories and knowing you're dead and told you're here to serve a god as their tool.

Maybe that's why shinki lose their memories; easier to shape a tool when you cut away the unneeded bits. Be a good marksman, be deadly with a blade, but don't worry about you got there. Don't wonder why it's easier taking down three training dummies than deciding what to eat.

The worst part is it all feels right.]

[letteropener]

I'm sorry, I haven't even properly introduced myself. [Celestia won't let her sink into depression that easily, not when she can offer her a helping hoof and shine a little light into her darkness.] My name is Princess Celestia.

[unlucky7]

[Ginia looks over and gives a small bow of her head in deference.]

An honor, your highness.

[letteropener]

No, no, the pleasure is mine. [There's a certain expectant air in that statement, awaiting the courtesy of reciprocity.]

[unlucky7]

[There's a pause before Ginia realizes what is expected of her.]

I'm a shinki. It doesn't matter who I am.

[letteropener]

[Celestia shakes her head gently, though she isn't angry. If she finds out that perhaps someone told the girl this directly, well, then she will be angry.]

It does matter. Shinki or god, you are still a person.

[unlucky7]

[The gut reaction is to object and Ginia doesn't know why. Instead, she sits in sullen silence, mulling as she takes a few more bites of sushi. Where's the harm? Celestia may not be her god, but she's been nice for no apparent reason.

Most people have.

Eventually:]

Ginia

[letteropener]

That's a pretty name. I find I'm getting more and more used to human names as I spend time here. [She'll keep this conversation going by force if she has to.] Though really, I have found that ponykind and humankind are very alike, outside the obvious physical differences.

[unlucky7]

Is everyone a pony where you're from? What are pony names like?

[letteropener]

Oh no! Equestria is primarily ponies, but we have many other kinds within our borders as well. Donkeys, griffins, a zebra or two, and we even have a baby dragon as a citizen. But for ponies, well, my former student is Princess Twilight Sparkle, for example, and my niece Princess Mi Amore Cadenza goes by Cadence, and is married to Shining Armor.

[unlucky7]

[Ginia finishes off her first sushi set as she thinks over all of that. Cause HUH.]

No humans?

[letteropener]

Not a one. I'd never met a human before I came here. But Equestria itself is very, very different from human worlds in many ways.

[unlucky7]

What is it like?

[After asking, Ginia cracks open the second set of sushi.]

[letteropener]

[Celestia sweeps a hand around her to encompass everything, but particularly the sky.] The weather, the seasons, the day and the night -- we ponies take care of all of those things. It isn't like this world, where they just do whatever they wish, except in some deep and strange places in the kingdom.

[unlucky7]

[...Okay, that's definitely different. Ginia glances up at the sky and briefly imagines a group of ponies pushing the clouds around.]

What do you take care of?