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thenearshore2018-10-16 08:15 pm
godsoffortune) wrote in thenearshore2018-10-16 08:15 pm
Entry tags:
- !intro log,
- aymeric de borel | final fantasy xiv,
- chikusa kakimoto | katekyo hitman reborn,
- d2 | alive,
- ebisu | noragami,
- garry | ib,
- ginia | original character,
- hibiki shikyoin | pripara,
- izuku midoriya | my hero academia,
- katsuki bakugou | my hero academia,
- keith | voltron,
- lance | voltron,
- minako aino | sailor moon,
- obi | akagami no shirayukihime,
- romeo | romeo's blue skies,
- suzaku kururugi | code geass,
- takashi shirogane | voltron,
- wei shen | guardian,
- wendy | kuroshitsuji,
- ω agrias oaks | final fantasy tactics,
- ω data-roxas | kingdom hearts,
- ω emperor lotor | voltron,
- ω hat kid | a hat in time,
- ω hunk | voltron,
- ω ovelia atkascha |final fantasy tactics,
- ω rasu | countdown 7 days,
- ω roxas | kingdom hearts,
- ω stanley pines | gravity falls,
- ω the snatcher | a hat in time
October Training
Who: Everyone
What: Information and Training
When: February 6th, 2017
Where: Outside the Meeting Hall, the Far Shore (and optionally, the slopes of a recently erupting volcano)
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 more experienced god and shinki volunteers.
Meeting Hall
God Training
Shinki Training
Physical Training
Rest and Refreshments
In Summary:
What: Information and Training
When: February 6th, 2017
Where: Outside the Meeting Hall, the Far Shore (and optionally, the slopes of a recently erupting volcano)
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 more experienced god and shinki volunteers.
God Training
- Newly arrived gods are escorted into a small meeting room, with tatami floors and a stage 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. Paper and pens are provided to all the attendees as an unsubtle suggestion to take notes on the information they're given.
The speaker delivers her welcome speech in the monotone of someone who's practiced it far too often. Hopefully no one's feeling sleepy! She adds that gods should be cautious of anyone on the Near Shore who might ask to use their shrines to visit the Heavens, and should instruct their shinki to be cautious as well. There is at least one unrecognized god who the Heavens believe to be attacking them, and another recent incursion by an unrecognized god ended in his defeat and the extinguishing of the volcano he had caused to erupt. Newly arrived gods 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. They are allowed to remain in the room as long as they wish, should they want to discuss questions with each other or with more experienced gods who are here to help out.
Shinki Training
- There are stacks of informational pamphlets sitting out on tables around the dojo. There are five or six white-robed shinki present, who will willingly answer any questions or instruct newcomers in the use of the borderline. They accompany their answers, or their lessons, with 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. Each of the shinki is wearing a brightly-colored sticky name tag reading HELLO, MY NAME IS ________, and all of their names appear to end with the syllable "mei."
A variety of weapons are available in the dojo for shinki and their gods to practice with, and a row of straw targets are set up along one wall. Both Sabimei and his animated straw training dummies are absent from this training session, but standard, inanimate straw targets have been lined up outside, and a few rings are laid out on the frozen ground for friendly sparring matches. (Shinki characters who are interested in learning more about the borderlines or want to learn new shinki spells or songs may approach any of the training shinki for advice or instruction. Please remember to comment on the Shinki Spells page when your character begins to learn a new spell, excluding the borderline.)
Physical Training
- There is still clean-up left to work on from the volcano's eruption. Two tengu (one of whom characters might recognize as the hot springs' proprietor) have volunteered to help transport any gods or shinki who are willing to help clear trees, dig or wash away ash on roads and roofs, and repair damage to occupied temples. The abandoned temples that were damaged by the earthquake and volcano are being left to decay, although anyone who's curious about them could take the offer of a free ride to explore some of those abandoned and damaged buildings as well. Some might contain old books or mementos of the long-vanished owners; others have nothing left inside but dust, mold, and curious spirits.
Back at the training ground, characters who aren't helping clean up the Western district have the option of playing sparring games to test their reflexes. The white-robed shinki are organizing them into pairs in the marked circles and explaining the rules: each participant is given 10 seconds on offense to score a hit with any weapon of their choice, from bare hands to sparring weaponry to shinki magic, while their partner is only allowed to dodge or defend. After five rounds, the person with more points gets to declare a penalty for their partner: drawing on their face with a marker, ordering them to do something silly or embarrassing, making them fetch tea... it's up to the winner!
Rest and Refreshments
- After the gods' training lecture is finished, a few of the white-robed shinki bustle back in to set up craft tables and a buffet area. This time, the theme seems to be a sweet English tea: little cakes, scones, jams, cookies, tiny finger sandwiches and a vast array of chocolates are available, as well as many different teapots, with hot water dispensers and loose tea available to let everyone brew to their own tastes as they venture in to rest or talk to their new partners.
Over on the craft tables, there's all kinds of art and craft supplies available, from construction paper to calligraphy brushes, glitter to gouache. Signs on the tables encourage gods and shinki to show their appreciation for each other with a
In Summary:
- Get all the information you can handle
- Veteran new gods and shinki are welcome to volunteer showing the ropes
- Explore damaged temples or practice sparring
- Enjoy a tea and make some valentines
- Have fun~
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[There is one very confused and slightly worried teenager sitting near the front (so he can hear) but not close enough to be noticed unless you are specifically looking for him.
Or notice the weird handle thing he keeps tossing between his hands nervously. At some point, he looks around for who he hopes is an older god and asks:]
Uh, how do we...find our shinki? And...what if we were human beforehand and don't, you know, need an exemplar or whatever it was?
[He has so many questions.]
Training
[Strangely(?), Oscar is not doing the clean up right now. He doesn't want to be doing this and would probably rather clean up, but if there's things to fight then he should maybe learn how to fight them.
Too bad Ozpin's still asleep in his head somewhere (or not even here, but that honestly terrifies Oscar too much to think about right now). He could really use the help in fighting his opponent.
Still, he pulls the strange handle off his back and pulls the trigger, extending the cane about half-way.]
Uh, go easy on me?
Rest
[And after everything is said and done, Oscar is staying the hell away from the glitter and by the tea. He grabs a cup and some cakes and proceeds to find the emptiest corner available to try and hid in with his food.
Man, he misses Ruby and Qrow and Nora and everyone.]
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I'M HERE!! rest!
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[Sleepy? Who's sleepy?]
[...Sorry, someone was used to faster tutorials then this. Heard a couple things about an ayawhatsit and vessels and strangers showing up... But after a couple more minutes of nonsense, eyes started to feel heavy and vision was going dark.]
[Um, is it over now? How long has it been?]
[Physical Training]
[Now this was a bit more interesting. But she was getting a few particular stares from robed shinki as she approached the circle. Not picking out any of the weapons that looked deadlier. No sense of magic either. Just an innocent looking blue parasol over her shoulder.] No no, I got this.
[Unless of course the kid would be the one doing the dodging. In which case, whoever she was going up against should worry even more.]
[Wildcard]
[The usual/surprise me. Try not to get glittered on at the crafting table.
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[Now this is something he's used to--a fact that would probably be kind of sad if he bothered to think about it for more than five seconds. But nope! No time to think about a current lack of money now! It's time to "appropriate" the possessions of the dead and disappeared!]
Let's see... A few of these books might be worth bothering with.
[Rest and Refreshments...?]
[Now this? This isn't his thing. Too... nice for someone like him. And after spending so long eating nothing but souls (and not even for nutritional purposes), he's not even sure he can eat any of that.]
Ugh. This is starting to get a little too sappy.
[Wildcard!]
[Surprise me! Or just anything you think would be fun. If you're not sure, feel free to hit me up at
R&R/Wildcard..?
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Looting or anthropology?
Lootropology?
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"I... What?"
Shen Wei stood in the meeting room looking a lot like a lost scholar on his way to the library - tailored blue suit, fussy round glasses sliding down his nose, and eyes open wide as he took in his surroundings. He continued to look confused with the beginnings of a frown pulling his eyebrows down as the lecture droned on and on. By the end of it - which he somehow manages to actually last through without falling asleep or having his attention wander to something more interesting - that frown had taken over his whole being, making him stand straighter than normal and push his glasses up his nose with all the care of someone loading a barrage of cannons at an enemy's ship.
"Are they really sure about that? Do they have any case studies we can look at or at least properly researched papers? I am not going to just agree with what they say without some form of support."
Please let him stand over here and have his moment of not liking this form of afterlife. He wasn't ready to address the huge elephant in the room that was his plan coming to fruition, or the fact that he remembered seeing a certain scruffy asshole in the cosmic nothingness of the Guardian Lantern before waking up at the lecture. Shen Wei was not ready at all.
Training
Somebody led the college professor into the training grounds, handed him a long pole and left. Shen Wei adjusted his glasses on his face and leaned a little on the long pole he held, eyes crinkling in amusement as he smiled at the person opposite of him.
"I'm truly sorry about this. Do you want to admit defeat now? It will save you from some bruising."
Snack and Crafts
He had made himself a small pot of pleasant tea that reminded him of his home - not the place in Haixing where he spent a lot of time and energy, but underground, in the silent halls of Dixing where the shadows twisted and turned and he remembered the old ways. It steamed next to him on a small iron pan-holder, a cup of fine pottery filled with the honey colored tea next to his elbow. He took a sip, watching the people around him with a small smile before shaking his head, and pushing aside the memories. A new world, a new life, and new ways to learn. He could do that even if there will always be a piece missing.
The thought skimmed away as he picked up his brush and carefully gathered ink on the tip. Then with precise movements, he draw, lines forming a figure, water to add smudges and ink changed for touches of color. Soon a figure emerged from his efforts, rough and a little smudged from the quality of the inks, but still recognizable. Shen Wei stopped, set his brush down and sighed softly.
"Mm, not my best."
Wildcard
[ what is says on the tin, have an idea or want to try something, hit me up. ]
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Lotor | God | Some season 6 spoilers ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
Throughout the time where they are being given information, Lotor both records the audio with the technology in his suit and. He's likely the tallest man in the room, even if he's small for one of his race. Most notably he is purple-skinned, but he also has sharp canines and pointed ears.
He's reading over his notes curiously. He last remembered preparing to try to travel into the Quintessence field, but this is clearly not the right dimension, and the Sincline ship is completely missing. He can't help but wonder if he could return to his own universe with the right tools. But now that he has some distance and has had some time to calm down, perhaps it would be for the best if he didn't. Fighting Voltron and continuing to fight them could lead to a long, drawn-out war. It seemed he would have time to research this either way.
While considering this he hovers around some of the other new gods asking the older gods questions to glean what information he can between his thoughts.
Physical Training
Lotor spends some time watching the other gods and shinki training on the training ground and might even be dragged into that training for a short time, but hearing that there were abandoned temples he knew exactly what he wanted to do.
He starts working through the different temples, working on finding as much as he can possibly salvage from the different abandoned temples, packing them carefully and labeling what temple he got them from. He makes sure to take pictures of all the temples he salvages anything from as well. It's not that he wants these items for himself. He wants to preserve these things, and to find out more about his predecessors. They had nearly lost these things, this history and culture. It was worth studying and preserving. Maybe he would create a museum or something of the like. He couldn't possibly do something like that in his own universe. Not so soon after taking the throne. Not while the Galra still hate all other cultures so much. But maybe it would be welcome here.
To collect all of these things safely he gathers his hair into his helmet to use the air filter as he carefully picks through the old temples. Out of habit he also uses his thrusters when he jumps to reach places that stairs no longer go to.
Rest and Refreshments
Lotor takes his time to examine the teapots and teacups, along with the food. He has a soulless Shinki following him, hands clasped gently in front of her as she blindly follows Lotor. He keeps an eye on her, and someone might find him trying to strike up a conversation only to have his shinki 'I don't know,' and 'It's okay, I guess,' him into silence. Maybe that's why he's trying to strike up a conversation with anyone else as he asks, "Do you know much about these? They're beautiful." Sure, these and the things he collected earlier were not Altean, but that didn't mean that he wasn't at least curious.
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R & R - You asked for this
I mean technically XD
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[ Although the interior of the dojo itself isn't being used for the training exercises, people still bustle in and out of it. Many of them are carrying equipment. Many more aren't people, per se, but small purple stuffed goat toys on wheeled platforms, pushing or pulling camera tripods, light stands, and the like.
Should you decide to explore indoors, however, the scenery changes dramatically. Instead of being in a large hall, as one might expect, you're - standing outside, in twilight, behind an old-fashioned Japanese village.
And a sword has just been placed at your throat from behind by a glaring young "man" in tattered clothes but an anachronistically short and stylish haircut. ]
Who trespasses?! You won't disturb the peace of this neighborhood!
[ The star of this movie is caught up in the scene. In a moment she'll recognize you're not who was supposed to take this cue. Probably.
How are you at ad-libbing? ]
[ Rest and Refreshments ]
[ What a pleasant change of pace. After a long day of directing and starring in her destined-to-be-a-classic movie, the Far Shore has seen fit to provide two of Hibiki's favorite things: chocolate and tea. Truly the puniverse arranges itself to suit her whims.
Except her delightful Tea Sampler (she has a cup of each type on offer laid out on an ornate table in the corner like some kind of steeped smorgasbord) has just been interrupted by someone who wants her to make a card with them, and she's staring with an expression torn between disdain...and dread. What. Is that. That you are holding. It has. Glue. And glitter. Upon it. ]
A card....you say?
[ Is that what...that's supposed to be...? ]
Training and what a way to meet
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Training~
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[Celestia never misses a training if she can help it -- because she consistently worries she is going to see a familiar face. Or rather a familiar form, because an equine arrival will stand out against the sea of human as much as she herself does.]
[But so far so good, no signs of any ponies -- divine or dead -- today, and so Celestia is all smiles as she nods to and greets her fellow gods. The fur on her side is almost fully regrown, the formerly burned spots now only visible by the slight contrast of shorter fur against longer, and her wing feathers are similarly to a length that only looks out of place compared to the others because of their sheer size.]
[Also she brought cookies, and is passing them out to anypony she sees. If there is an indefinable sadness in her eyes as she offers them up, she'd appreciate you ignoring that.]
Physical Training
[Celestia is right back out there doing her duty -- in the usual impressive format. Right now she trots up to the growing pile of trees and logs, where debris is being stacked to later be sawed or mulched or carved or whatever purpose the Far Shore intends to put them to. Behind her in midair trail a pair of massive trunks and a constellation of branches, all held up by the golden glow from her horn.]
Excuse me! Do I put these somewhere in particular over here?
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[Dust is betting that no one will yell at him... no matter how badly he needs to be yelled at.]
[Planting one foot, he spins his body around to bring his other heel brutally into the side of a practice dummy, then twists through to drop that foot to the ground and launch a kick with the other into what would be its ribs. His motions are fluid and graceful, cloack and tail tracing the motions of his body as they whip behind him, and arms... not doing anything, because one is in a sling and the other presses against it to keep it still, so this training doesn't do any more damage than he's already incurring.]
[And actually, his movements aren't quite as grateful and fluid as normal. All his bruises and cuts are hidden beneath his clothing, but they slow his movements and destabilize his strikes no matter how determined he is to ignore them.]
Rest and Relaxation
[With a plate of food he finds sincerely unfilling, and not just in the 'always hungry shinki' sort of way, Dust sits at a table with a pile of unreasonably pink paper and a calligraphy brush, all sitting in a pile in front of him. Apparently ignored, because Dust has gotten distracted by his phone.]
Valentine's Day...? That's -- what?
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[Floating imperiously in the air, the book watches the gathering like a disinterested king. If he had arms, he'd be slouched in a throne with his chin propped up on one, which as everyone knows is the universal posture of bored rulers of all they survey. But absent that easy way to communicate through visual tropes, he instead has to settle for looking around and checking to make sure he doesn't see any other Overlord here.]
[An array of minions stand by his side. Each of them holds a thick stack of pamphlets in their hands, though they aren't distributing them...]
Physical Training
Hyaaaaha ha ha ha ha! Go, go, GO!
[Moments after the laugh of triumph and command, a minion zooms around the street corner, carrying a smirking Overlord in her arms. A couple of other minions sprint beside her, weapons at the ready and a steely look in their eyes.]
[A moment later an entire damaged temple follows them, apparently floating three feet off the ground.]
[What the heck?]
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This is probably the most ridiculous situation he's ever found himself in. Did they honestly expect people to go along with this? Sure, the level of organization was impressive. But really, if they're having assemblies complete with monotone speakers and handing out just enough information to make people curious, why couldn't they do something more helpful... such as telling people why they were here in the first place? It all just seemed a little too rehearsed, and honestly, Hunk had more questions than answers.
So when the speaker finally finished up, he turned to the nearest person and cleared his throat. "Are you buying any of this? Because honestly... it seems like they're not telling us everything."
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At least this was something he could wrap his head around. If they're going to be stuck here for however long, he figured the least he could do was make himself useful and help with the cleanup. So he threw himself into it with far more enthusiasm than he'd shown during the lecture.
Hunk had always been a hard worker, and the next however long was spent hauling away fallen trees and helping out with any heavy lifting that needed doing in regards to repairing the damaged temples. If nothing else, it would be a welcome distraction from his new lot in life.
Rest and Refreshments
All that manual labor had left him with an appetite the size of a house, and when he finally laid eyes on the spread today, Hunk was... a little disappointed. While it was certainly cute, it absolutely wasn't the sort of thing he was used to. And honestly, he wasn't sure it was going to be enough.
But in the effort of playing along, he went about filling a plate with dainty little finger sandwiches and chocolates and a variety of everything, while being mindful not to take too much because there were other people to think about. He even managed to brew himself a cup of chamomile tea before wandering off to find a place to sit at one of the tables.
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Once he'd finished eating, he wandered over toward the craft tables to have a look, though he didn't make any move to approach just yet. Arts and crafts had never really been his strong suit, but then again, what would it hurt to try?
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[If none of the above strikes your fancy, we can do something else. I'm easy to get along with. And I'll match format, so hit me with it~]
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[ There is a few boxes piled on the table, in the middle of all the things, containing malasada and manapua- though nothing contains any trace of pig. Either way, anyone's free to take some if they want any.
D2 is sitting at the table folding stars, that he places into a jar. It was empty at the start, but the amount is growing. If anyone sits down at the table, takes a snack, or watches him and what he's doing, he smiles over at them cheerfully. ]
'llo, you wanna fold some too?
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[ Elfnein is with the clean up crew helping with getting ash off of roads and other buildings. Along with her is a small robot that is cleaning next to her. Since two people are better then one Elfnein added a new program to the robot to aid with cleaning. Though there are still a few bugs, such as bursts of a very loud DESS sound. ]
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[ Using the same robot Elfnein is setting it up for combat testing, she didn't build it for that purpose but it doesn't hurt to give this a try for now. ]
Do you mind helping me test something?
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[ Elfnein has a set of water color paints and brushes out, there are three sets of cards being made. One for Romeo and another for Hibiki and the last one being for Maria. She doesn't really know what to put down, saying thank you is the standard thing to do but there is so much more to be done. ]
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[Izuku is going to be spending most of his time here figuring out this "borderline" business. He's got a pamphlet on him, of course, but he hasn't really read it yet.
[He's making small motions with his hands, trying to figure out exactly where he wants to make this borderline. After a moment of looking like he's measuring something, he tries it.]
Line.
[But nothing happens. Confused, he tries to remember what the shinki teaching him were saying. He has to want to keep something out. Right.
[So he takes the pamphlet out, sets it on the ground in front of him, and takes a deep breath.]
Line.
[This time, it works. The line appears on the ground the way he draws it, and the wall raises. Izuku jumps, and his excitement shows visibly. He's wide-eyed and amazed, and perhaps a little too happy about this, because his focus has shifted from "make the wall" to "I MADE A WALL!!!" and the borderline dissipates.]
AH! L-Line! [He goes again, and the wall reappears. This time, he decides to focus on how long he can hold it.]
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[He defaults.
[When he hears the words "volunteer" and "help," Izuku can be found staring at the tengu who are offering escorts. He wants to go. He wants to help. But instead of actually moving to do that, he ends up just watching, and choking on his own words.
[He winds up, at the end of it, just going to the edge of the circle to watch the sparring matches. He sees how fit some of the people are, and anyone watching him will eventually see him lift his shirt to just...look at himself.
[Yeah, he's kinda ripped for a teenager. Huh. So he should be fine fighting.
[He steps up to the ring without a weapon, and takes a stance that feels natural to him. The form's not great.]
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[After getting his ass thoroughly handed to him, Izuku can be found sitting at one of the craft tables finally looking through the shinki pamphlet with a bottle of water next to him. He looks like he's worn out, but not tired. He's had a long day so far.
[Someone should probably keep him from drinking the bottle of glue he just picked up next to his water, though. He's not looking.]
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Hope was not really in the mood for sparring (when is he ever?) and he certainly didn't feel like he had been here long enough to adequately answer any questions about being a god. So, he decided to simply stay at the craft tables. Besides, he had a Shinki to meet at some point, better to stay put. He only had the name and a description to go by and he wondered if it was the same for them.
Nonetheless, he found himself a table with a small plate of food and some tea. It had been about a week since the weird event with others dreams, including his own. It had been hard upon awakening, and he did his best to help others. But after being reminded about what he was currently without, and would never gain until he was sent back home to be reborn, Hope had been quieter than usual. He sipped his tea and gave a new meaning to finger food as he merely poked a few of the sandwiches, suddenly not very hungry. The tea helped keep him warm, at least.
R&R - Crafts
Thankfully, Hope wasn't wearing his best clothes. Just a more winter version of his usual set, such as an actual jacket and pants rather than the short sleeved one he had and the capris. He'd long since burned the checkered scarf from Bhunivelze, replacing it with a familiar teal one of old. It was weird, being reminded of his childhood while actually being a child now. But now wasn't the time to think about it.
Avoiding most of the glitter, Hope spent the better part of the afternoon practicing the art of origami with the construction paper. He didn't know what this Valentine's Day holiday was, but if it involved some sort of gift giving, why not a pretty paper crane? Or something to that effect.
"I'm not from this world but," He said quietly as his hands methodically went through the motions of folding the paper. His ankles were crossed beneath the seat, tapping rhythmically against the ground. "I heard that if you make a thousand of these, you can make a wish. An odd superstition, but it's rather sweet, whether true or not. Don't you think?"
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format matching is fine!
It was all so much to take in. Overwhelming, to be honest. What troubled her most, and what made Agrias' heart heaviest, was the vision she had so recently experienced.
She had failed her Queen.
Though change would be brought to Ivalice, she could not save the life of the one most important to her. And yet she was expected to hide all of this? To carry such a burden... If that was the only way, then it had to be done. She doubted not the consequences of her actions if she were to divulge the information. At least here, she would be able to keep Ovelia safe.
And to perhaps offer a new beginning.
Still, her focus is just not all there for the moment, accidentally bumping into someone once the speaker leaves.
"Apologies, Ser. 'Twas not mine intent to be so careless."
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A busied mind and body sounded all the more appealing to Agrias. If she was to be a "god" then would have herself in top condition, with her skills sharp and senses aware and ready.
Already standing inside the circle, she obviously looks like she knows what she's doing. The knight carries sword and shield with her, ready to take on either role. It's when someone steps inside that she regards them, nodding.
"Well met. Whom shall I be facing today?"
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She sat by herself. Though the need for food and water was past, Agrias still took part in the provided offerings. Many of these foods she hadn't quite seen before. War time and a life on the move often brought little in the way of such comforts. Still, the food's taste was agreeable enough, and a cup of warm tea did much to lift her spirits.
There was a brief sigh as she contemplated the information from before, until she was interrupted by someone approaching her.
"Hm? Is there aught amiss?"
[Locked to Ovelia]
At her... shinki's suggestion, Agrias and Ovelia both left the Meeting Hall. Never had she expected to so radically depart from Ivalice, but there she was. There was a lot to explore and take in, and they would fortunately have more than ample time to learn and discover together.
Though Ovelia's circumstances still pained her, Agrias continued to force a smile.
It was such a better sensation, to see her finally taken away from her previous life, but at such a high cost.
"We've much ground to cover. Shall we begin?"
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[ ii - physical training - we seduce the dark with pain and rapture ]
[ iii - r&r - baptized with a perfect name ]
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It's been almost three weeks since Joscelin's ablution, and the events that preceded it. He's been keeping a fairly low profile since then, sticking mostly to Nari's temple with a few visits to Hakkai here and there. The dreams, bizarre as they were, had been something of a respite from the memory of what he had almost become, but now, standing here for the first time since that night, he feels a mixture of resentment and resignation. He still hasn't forgiven Heaven for what they did. He never will. Still, he has to toe the line right now. He doesn't mind hurting others--he rather enjoys it, frankly--but he doesn't want to draw others into his fight. Not when he almost killed Nari barely seventeen days ago.
When he arrives in the training hall, he's greeted with hurt and angry glares from the white robed shinki. A middle-aged woman with a nametag that reads "Roumei" physically blocks his way towards the weapons.
"Not for you," she snaps.
Around the boy, angry whispers begin to circulate. The nerve of him showing up here, after what he did, they say. What a monster. Why didn't they kill him when they had the chance?
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Glitter is evil.
He's been sitting off to himself, hopefully well away from the cursed substance
(because who ever heard of a sparkly vampire?), poking around with a set of watercolors. For one so young-looking, he has quite a lot of skill. He's painting a snowy cityscape, white drifts against the dark night and glittering lights. On a ledge looking over the city, an adult woman and a child sit companionably in the cold. Ginia's dream had been confusing, but it was lovelier than he will ever care to admit. He'd felt perfectly at ease, for the first time in quite a while. He misses it, even if it was just a dream.sup
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[For those who haven't gone out to help with the clean up efforts, the offered training exercises seem like quite a fun and interesting alternative to simply sparring with a partner or one of the training dummies. Soleil may find herself a tiny bit out of her league in such an activity as compared to the Far Shore residents with combat enhancing powers available to the, but really, with such low stakes, there's no reason not to at least give it a shot. What's the worst that could happen?
Anyone looking like they may be contemplating trying their hand at the activity are likely to be approached by Soleil, sporting an easy and friendly grin.] Hey, wanna try attacking first, or defending?
Rest and Refreshments I
[Ah... ah, now this is her kind of refreshments spread. Cute cakes and finger food, paired with an expertly brewed cup of tea, it's exactly the kind of thing that will do wonders in picking her up after a day of training.
Having artfully arranged a plate of snacks and fixed a perfectly fragrant cup of tea, Soleil is completely content to soak up every moment of her training break while people watching. Passers by will have a cheerful smile directed at them, and anyone who happens to wander close enough is likely to feel a vague pick-me-up in their energy as a result of her god power pulses out.]
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[As far as Valentine's day goes, Soleil's familiar enough with the concept - spending enough time in a world where these holidays are Big Deals gives one an idea of the beats of them all after a while, especially with followers offering prayers for love and luck in these clearly very pressing times. Flowers, chocolate, big displays of affection...]
A card wouldn't be a very impressive gesture, would it? [Skepticism or not, she is still pondering the supplies. She might be able to do something grander if left to her own devices, but something like this does drive home how important the holiday must be. If Heaven is encouraging it, then it's probably a big deal.] Is it necessary for everything to be so sparkly?
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[Someone has just been told that his new shinki is Midoriya Izuku. It's really hard to miss that someone, because after he turned briefly white with shock, there was a rapidly increasing amount of yelling at high volume coming from him - mostly furious negation, and swearing, and threats, and more swearing. Fortunately, Bakugou's rather better than his word most of the time - in that he rarely follows through with any of the violence he threatens - and he storms out of the main hall with the scene he made remaining in the realm of the purely verbal.
Once outside, he leans against a wall, head in his hands, fingers gripping at his own skull like he wishes he could squeeze the thoughts he's having out of it by force. His teeth are gritted so hard it's a wonder they don't crack.]
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[It's been a long, emotionally charged day for Bakugou. Normally, he'd have gladly taken the opportunity to do some training, to blow off steam - but with the weight that got dropped on him, the emotions he'd blown up with and even more the emotions he's had to suppress, he's exhausted his reserves in a way that's left him feeling more depleted than any workout. He's mostly kept to himself today, and he's doing so again now, mechanically eating some finger sandwiches without even grousing about the stupidity of sandwiches you need to eat six or seven of to fill up on.
If you saw him flipping out earlier, this could be your chance to ask him what the hell all that was about. Or maybe you have your own reasons for approaching him. This is certainly the calmest he's ever likely to be, if only because he doesn't have the energy for his usual confrontational attitude.]
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[Despite all the... everything that's happened, Shinji's making the effort to show up at training day like normal. Having something normal and scheduled to stick to feels like an anchor among the mess that heaven's been for the past few weeks, and more than that, he knows he needs to keep honing his skills if he wants to feel like he's actually contributing something to being here.
Speaking of honing his skills, there's something in particular he's been working on that he needs some extra practice with, and in order to do that effectively, he'll need someone to practice with... Are you hanging around the training grounds? Are you working on spells of some kind or another? Have one tired, nervous looking kid approach you.]
U-um, excuse me...?
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[Shinji is. Not very physically adept. Regardless, he's doing what he can to help with the cleanup efforts, though it's less hauling debris around and more washing ash off of whatever he can reach. Still, it's awfully cold, and even with the exertion of it all, trying to wash things down isn't helping him warm up very much at all. In between bouts of working he'll be trying to warm up, mostly by carting around whatever supplies might be needed to anyone who might need them.
Otherwise, the abandoned temples have snagged some of his curiosity. When he's not busy, he'll also be prone to wandering through the ruins, not really touching or picking up anything, but examining as much as he can with a quiet, almost melancholy air to him.]
There are an awful lot of these empty temples... [It's kind of sad, honestly.]
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[More than anything, after all that's happened recently, the opportunity to relax with a cup of tea in a low-stress environment is probably the most appealing situation Shinji could find himself in. Mingling and doing crafts doesn't have the kind of appeal that a warm drink and a few minutes of quiet do, so once he's managed to fix himself a cup of tea, he finds an empty spot to sit, eyes closed and simply trying to... decompress.
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The pajama club made it look so easy. Just wave your arm, say some magic word, and a line would appear. Yet, the line he casts continually fails to conjure. Maybe it's his failure to properly halberd his fingers, a stubborn fist held when he draws his line. Or, because he keeps shouting the wrong spell. Either way, nothing is happening and he's growing increasingly more frustrated.
Was this supposed to come naturally to shinki? The only thing that feels natural is balling his hand into a fist and smashing one of the straw dummies he's trying to block.
"Ugh! Come on, form you stupid line! Blockline! Superline! Clothesline!"
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He might not be able to conjure a borderline very well but Stan's not completely helpless. His first few rounds in the ring he's struck with the realization he may actually know how to fight (as well as few more painful things like canes, staffs, and fists). He's going to need to practice to reattain whatever skill he had, though.
Finding an empty ring for himself, Stan tries a few moves he can think of. A jab, a cross, an uppercut, and a hook. His stance is decent and the punches he throws recognizable. However, they could both use some tuning. He throws too hard, his punches in particular lacking control. Certain ones send him stumbling forward while others a dull ache through his body.
Challenge him or offer some advice?
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Stan pulls his jacket closer around him to ward off the chill outside the meeting hall. The steps may not be the most comfortable place to sit but they still make for a good place for an old man to sneak some rest (and maybe a few of the chocolates he'd lifted inside). He's been so busy taking everything in he never noticed how much it took out of him, physical training especially. Sure, he could throw a decent punch, but his body's not nearly as robust as he hoped. He feels exhausted.
Looking up at the sky, Stan pops one of the chocolates from his pocket into his mouth. So he's supposed to be some god's lackey now, running around granting wishes and fighting spirits or whatever. The shinki made it sound like some big honor to serve a god but it sounds to him like he's just doing all their work for them. What a joke. He's not sure what he expected death to be but it couldn't have been this.
"So much for resting in peace. Why do I have to do some gods dumb chores while they get all the credit?"
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