April Training

[godsoffortune]

Who: Everyone
What: Information and Training
When: November 6th
Where: Outside the 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 rear of the Meeting Hall, where 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 much nicer room than the warehouse where the last set of new gods got their informational speech. It's a smaller meeting room, with tatami floors and a small dais at the front of the room where the speaker stands. 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.

Butterfly spirits are swarming the flower garden to one side of the dojo, fluttering across bright pink late-blooming cosmos. Shinki who want to practice more precise borderline aim can try using them to gently herd the butterflies one way or another, or, if their borderlines aren't quite that good yet, they can try to catch one with a net. Just be careful! It would be a shame to hurt them.

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.

The animated training dummies are missing this week, although the mundane ones are still intact on their stakes; the white-robed shinki who has previously been seen looking after them is wandering among the mundane training dummies, muttering, making notes to himself and swearing under his breath. Anyone who stares at him for too long, god or shinki, newcomer or established, is going to find him marching over and assigning them a task. Measure the air temperature in each square foot of the dojo, determine the exact height of each dummy and the location where it's most likely to be hit by opponents of different heights, hook an accelerometer to someone's sleeve while they smack a dummy around -- there seem to be hundreds of little, fiddly measurements he needs, and he's not taking no for an answer.

Rest and Refreshments

There are casks of fresh, cold water near the dojo to make sure no one gets dehydrated, and a fresh autumn-themed lunch will be served a little after noon. Rice with mushrooms, salt-grilled fish, roasted sweet potatoes and fresh fruit are on the menu; the shinki will try to accommodate any special dietary requests, and both the new arrivals and more experienced volunteers are welcome to partake.

One of the white-robed shinki has a whole pack of half-grown puppies that she seems to be trying to train. A few have mastered sitting, a few have figured out how to fetch, and all of them are young and excited enough that they're dashing off in all directions at the least provocation. Watch out! Dog incoming! Maybe she needs some help with that?

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 with the dogs
• Spectate if you want
• Have fun~

Comments

[mithrarin]

I've... always found them a little fragile.

[Dust sheepishly glances away.]

But if you don't need a lot of data...

[frailrobin]

I'm not sure how much data he needs, exactly.

[ If she was to be entirely honest on this. ]

It can't be helped if there isn't a lot to give. So he'll have to make do.

[mithrarin]

Fair enough. [Dust takes a few steps away, then draws his sword.] I'll try not to disappoint him, though...

[frailrobin]

[ With that gesture, Chise takes a few steps further away. Just in case, for safety's sake. ]

The only way to cause disappointment is if I didn't have any results, right? No matter what, I think this would help.

[mithrarin]

All right. Here goes.

[Dust breaks into a quick trot, covering the distance between himself and the dummy at a speed that belies what the poor accelerometer is about to try to cope with -- because the slash that follows is going to produce some serious spike readings. Dust turns fully with the motion, whirling around to bring his sword down in an arcing blow, then twisting it around to hammer it upwards so that the shrapnel that was a dummy bursts upward into the air.]

[Dust leaps after it, spinning his blade around himself at a speed that launches him forward explosively. The vortex sucks in the dummy's pieces and spits them back out again in shreds, and then Dust drops back to the ground right in front of the girl.]

...Not much, but there's some data.

[frailrobin]

[ That... That certainly was a lot faster than she was expecting. As the dummy takes enough abuse from Dust's onslaught, Chise stumbles back and recoils a bit to make sure she didn't get hit by any potential shrapnel. Not that she had, but it leaves her catching the end of that final move, when the pieces are spit back out. ]

I'm... I'm sure that'll be quite a bit. Thank you. I'll remove the device.

[ Which she promptly does, looking over the accelerometer to reaffirm that it's in good condition to recall the data, before stepping back again with a small bow of the head. ]

Thank you for the help again.

[mithrarin]

[Dust obligingly holds still so she can detach it.]

No problem. I hope it's good enough. If not... come back and we'll find something else to do.

[frailrobin]

[ Which she does promptly, putting it with the clipboard so she could soon record the results. ]

I'm sure it's more than good enough. It doesn't seem like something that anything should be good, right? As long as there's data.

[mithrarin]

But around here... who knows. After all, what was he even measuring?

[What did the acceleration during his attacks have to do with, well, literally anything?]

[frailrobin]

Aside from wanting data on how people are hitting, I'm not sure. He really didn't give me the chance to ask anything before he went on his way.

[mithrarin]

So... yeah, that's why I hope, but I'm not sure. What a crazy thing to ask just out of the blue like that.