January Training

[godsoffortune]

Who: Everyone
What: Information and Training
When: March 24th, 2017
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 brought into small one-on-one meeting rooms as they appear, with a white-robed shinki offering them an explanation of their current role (God or Shinki), the name of the god they will represent (Gods) or the god they will serve (Shinki), and directions to the temple that will be their new home, regardless of role. During these initial meetings for Gods, paper and pens are provided as an unsubtle suggestion to take notes on the information they're given. For Shinki, there are stacks of informational pamphlets sitting out on a table inside the room, and which new shinki are offered as they are leaving the Meeting Hall.

Gods and Shinki alike are cordially invited to a training session beginning in early afternoon - several hours later - after they've had the chance to return to their homes, meet their new partners, and have their questions answered.

This time, it is implied that the Training Session will have a different purpose, so it is highly encouraged for ALL new gods and shinki to attend, no matter how long they have been in the Far Shore.



Divine Service

New gods are assigned a time to meet with an attendant in white robes with a chrysanthemum on their robes bearing a notepad. Gods can request a changed time slot, but they are not given an option to avoid the appointment entirely. Unless they are bullied into allowing multiple gods in one interview session, they insist on one god per time slot. All meetings take place in private rooms similar to those for New God and New Shinki meetings.

The interview consists of questioning the God's commitment to serving the needs of their followers, the Far Shore, and in turn Amaterasu herself. There is the matter of "A God's Actions Are Always Just" and The Gods' Greatest Secret as well, to see if the God believes these are true and important. Do they espouse these opinions to other Gods? Will they respond to a summons by Amaterasu to defend The Far Shore? (If prodded, the attendant will admit that they are in fact an Old God, despite wearing clothing similar to Amaterasu's shinki. They will claim it an honor to do a favor for Amaterasu during her preparations.)

The second round of questions are about their shinki. What vessel forms do they take, in order starting with Exemplar? How do you use them in combat? What sort of opponents have you faced with your shinki in vessel form - human, ayakashi, or other? Do you have any plans to personally train your shinki for battle ahead? For wielders of multiple shinki, when was the last time you used all of them working together?

They insist that all questions are answered. Afterwards, the God is dismissed.

(An OOC breakdown for you characters IC answers to the God Interview...)
On a scale of 1-10 with 1 being low and 10 being high, what is your commitment to serving the needs of...<blockquote><b>1. Your followers?</b> ## <b>2. The Far Shore?</b> ## <b>3. Amaterasu herself?</b> ##</blockquote><b>4. Do you believe that A God's Actions Are Always Just?</b> ... <b>5. Do you protect The Gods' Greatest Secret?</b> ... <b>6. Do other Gods know your opinions on the above matters?</b> ... <b>7. Will you respond to a summons by Amaterasu to defend The Far Shore?</b> ... <b>8. What vessel forms do your shinki take, in order starting with Exemplar?</b> ... <b>9. How do you use them in combat?</b> ... <b>10. What sort of opponents have you faced <i>with your shinki in vessel form</i> - human, ayakashi, or other?</b> ... <b>11. Do you have any plans to personally train your shinki for battle ahead?</b> ... <b>12. For wielders of multiple shinki, when was the last time you used all of them working together?</b> ...

Tempering the Vessel

Shinki are assigned time slots to meet with the white-robed shinki as well. While their sessions are shorter, the conversations are similar, and likewise held in private meeting rooms.

What is your vessel form? How many battles have you been in while in vessel form and what were your opponents? Do you have any opponents you would resist fighting alongside your God and fellow temple shinki? What have you done to increase your resilience while in vessel form? If you have other shinki at your temple, how often have you fought alongside them in vessel form? What spells do you know? Do you have any plans to further that training?

The shinki are then dismissed after all questions are answered.

(An OOC breakdown for you characters IC answers to the Shinki Interview...)
<b>1. What is your vessel form?</b> ... <b>2. How many battles have you been in <i>while in vessel form</i> and what were your opponents?</b> ... <b>3. Do you have any opponents you would resist fighting alongside your God and fellow temple shinki?</b> ... <b>4. What have you done to increase your resilience while in vessel form?</b> ... <b>5. If you have other shinki at your temple, how often have you fought alongside them in vessel form?</b> ... <b>6. What spells do you know?</b> ... <b>7. Do you have any plans to further that training?</b> ...

Shinki Training

A well-appointed dojo has been prepared for newcomers to practice their physical or magical arts. 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.

Inside the dojo, there's room for several pairs to spar, and weapons are set up all along one wall, everything from polearms to rifles, chakrams to broadswords. They're all meant for practice, with edges dulled or padded to avoid any accidental deaths, but sparring partners will still have to be careful to avoid injury. Although there are many fewer white-robed shinki here than usual, except for the children, there is one adult shinki keeping an eye on things inside the dojo and one keeping an eye on things in the yard. They are willing to answer questions, help with borderlines or teach shinki new spells on request. Comment to the NPC REQUEST form to request a thread with one of them or if you have questions about handwaving an interaction. (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

While each month the Far Shore attendants try to adapt the physical training to the Near Shore's weather and holidays, the weather is fair and any festive impulses have been subdued. This time, Physical Training encourages pitting a God with one or all of their Shinki against another God with one or all of their Shinki. This is touted as a benefit to the Shinki, so the white-robed shinki make clear that certain Shinki need this training more than others. For example, the ones who answered their Interview questions saying they hadn't spent much time in their vessel form, or fought in many battles, or hadn't fought with their fellow Shinki much - if at all.

There are Old Gods (NPCs - not run by a mod) who can be targeted as opponents, allowing the temple residents to gel as one fighting unit. (OOC: So that your multi-person thread can be limited to as few players as possible, if you choose.)

Rest and Refreshments

Gods and shinki who are finished with their training can step into a large room in the Meeting Hall that has been set up with comfortable cushions and low tables. Moreso than other Training Sessions, there is a wide array of international alcoholic options this time. If you've heard of it and you can get drunk by imbibing it, it's probably here in a bottle or glass. Guests can help themselves, settle in, chat, and make new friends.

The Old Gods in particular will begin to regale the crowd at the end of the afternoon with War Stories from the ages past, speaking of their great deeds they performed as prayers for their followers, miracles to convert the unbelieving, powerful ayakashi they fought, and other amazing feats, especially if they involved a shinki at their side - who it was and the form they took. After many Old Gods have spoken, they turn to the New Gods as if in challenge to tell better stories, mocking words exchanged that imply the New Gods could not possibly have done anything so impressive in their short time in the Far Shore.

In Summary:

• Get all the information you can handle
• Veteran new gods and shinki are welcome to volunteer showing the ropes
• Practice sparring or shinki magic
• Answer Interview Questions
• Tell the truth - if you dare - or lie through your teeth... if you dare
• Tell War Stories
• Have fun~

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NPC REQUEST

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GODS' INTERVIEW ANSWERS

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SHINKI INTERVIEW ANSWERS

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OTA

[medicinemaster]

A. Divine Service

[It is all very confusing and deeply upsetting to Yaone. One moment she had been on the road with Dokugakuji and three members of the Sanzo party as they searched for the lost members of their group and the next, she was simply somewhere else that she did not recognize, alone. Her mind had been weighed down heavily with troubles concerning her lord and whether or not she and Dokugakuji would be able to return him to himself.

Under normal circumstances, Yaone might have able to muster up more of a calm, agreeable facade to fool a stranger into thinking she wasn't upset or disturbed by what was happening but instead she'd sat silently through the white-robed shinki's lecture about gods, shinki, and her new role here as He Xiangu, unable to feign even the slightest bit of caring in what they were telling her to do. The pencil and paper was an unsubtle message and Yaone's response was equally unsubtle - she didn't touch them even once.

At that point, the white-robed lecturer, perhaps frustrated by Yaone's continued disinterest in anything he had to say, excused himself with a promise to come back for an interview before stepping out of the small room. To her credit, Yaone waited for a little while before bolting from the room out into the hallway beyond. In her haste to leave, she wasn't really watching where she was going and collides head on with another of Amaterasu's people.

Anyone rounding the corner just then might stumble across a rather ominous scene - a white-robed shinki seemingly reaching for the wrist of a strangely dressed but beautiful young woman with pointed ears and long black hair pulled back into a split ponytail. To most residents of the Far Shore, she's a new arrival but to a handful from her own world, she's a very familiar face. And right now, that face is clearly distraught as she attempts to get away.]

Please let me go. I cannot help you. There is someone I must find.

[If she's here, surely that means those she'd been travelling with must be here as well. Or at the very least, Dokugakuji. He would not leave her behind, not unless their lord needed him more. Of that much, Yaone is certain.]

B. Physical Training

[This might be Yaone's first day in the Heavens but she's already suspicious of them. That they would apply such pressure to a newcomer and immediately make inquiries into her allegiances doesn't sit well with her. She's done enough information gathering for her lord to have developed some reconnaissance instincts of her own, even if it's not exactly her specialization. Between that interview and this exercise, it almost seems as if they're scouting or recruiting for an armed conflict.

Without a shinki, Yaone can't participate so instead she observes from the sidelines, her expression darkened and thoughtful. After a while, she heads over to inspect the polearms section of the weapon racks, looking through them rather intently as she searches for something specific. Apparently not finding what she's looking for, Yaone calls out softly to a passerby.]

Um. Please excuse me but would you happen to know where the short spears are kept?

C. Rest and Refreshment

[It is imperative that Yaone understand more about about the factions and apparent confict she has found herself dropped into the middle of. The presence of so many alcoholic beverages being served does not go unnoticed nor does the implication of why that might be go unnoticed. After all that Yaone has seen and experienced on her first day, she's come to the conclusion that this reported training session is not what it seems and the primary goal of all of this is to scout for information on those in attendance.

Is this Amaterasu figure spying on an opposing faction? Is there a hidden faction spying on her and her people? Her lack of knowledge and experience with this place are unsettling, enough that Yaone immediately goes about doing a little information gathering of her own.

Yaone sits on a cushion at one of the tables, listening rather curiously to one of the old gods ramble on about what she assumes is his glory days. From afar, Yaone seems relatively at ease but if one pays close enough attention, they might notice that she isn't eating or drinking anything that's put down in front of her.

That doesn't appear to be dissuade her present company, however, who keeps trying to nudge a cup of sake toward her. After a couple of attempts of this, Yaone finally makes a move to leave the table.]

I apologize but I must leave now. Please enjoy the rest of your day and I shall speak with you again once I am settled.

[Yaone bows deeply to the old gods, continuing to retreat as she does so. When she stops and straightens up, it's directly in someone else's path.]

D. Wildcard

One closed prompt, otherwise OTA!

[disciprined]

[Sorry, Hibiki. Your hard-won priace is about to be shattered once more. Do you detect a pristurbance in the Force?]

i. closed to nia


[The last thing Mirei knew, she had been seeing off the guest of honor at The Most Embarrassing Birthday-Stroke-Farewell-Party In the World, if she did say so herself. It had been a good day, even a productive one, but tiring for all that, and she had been looking forward to a good night's sleep. What she had got was the Far Shore, a lecture about the appropriate behavior for a brand new deity, and half a headful of uncomfortable memories that simply didn't seem to want to play nicely with the ones she already had, or settle down into any kind of logical order. It's simply unseempri is what it is.

[She takes diligent note of everything she's told, and tries to put her finger on what it is about her reception today that feels so different from before.

[It doesn't help that, for all Mirei's temple is the same and she's been assigned to fill the role of the same deity, there's a certain something in the air that's starting to worry her. It's as if she, unaccountably, had missed several weeks of school, and walked onto campus in the middle of Principal Ookanda's crackdown on PriPara attendance. There's the same charged feeling in the air, the same electric edge of tension: she feels the loss of Laala painfullpri keenpri. Something's changed, and it bothers her more than she could ever have imagined that she doesn't know what it is. Her calculations, usually so precise, will be thrown off completely until she can control for it - and how can she do that, when she has no idea what the trouble is?]

[All the while, she can feel the tug of connection between a god and their shinki. At least she will be able to do this much in private. So she sits in a chair in her own private Prism Stone, her chin in her hands, and she waits for - for what? For whoever's life she has been handed this time to walk through the door.

[Until then, Mirei will sit quietly. She can always use this time to think.]


ii. physical training


[There's the same feeling in the air at training, a strained formality that simply hadn't been present before. The Old Gods making their presence felt like some kind of supernatural student council. Previously, information and training sessions had the feeling of cultural festival: aimed to impress, but ultimately still entertaining. This feels like exam season went critical. What happened here?

[Mirei knows how to smile through a meeting with an authority figure: the interview does not worry her, though the questions seemed pointed, even probing, and she has good reason to worry about the grade. From the meeting it's straight to the training rounds - though she's far more interested in information gathering than in anything the dojo might provide.]

Do they really plan on questioning everybody? This seems somewhat excessive to me.


iii. rest and refreshments


[Get-togethers were a lot more fun when they weren't being turned into excuses for strangers with inflated opinions of themselves to bloviate about themselves and their achievements. She's deliberately dressed for the pricasion in her brightest and fluffiest coord - Mirei is far better at parties, and at making her opinions felt. And she'd thought the Celepara Prince Hour could get a bit wearing. Honestly, Hibiki somehow making this all about her would almost be preferable right now, though no doubt she'd change her mind when the Brilliant Prince inevitably did.]

Geez, pri~i, what kind of a welcome is this?! Isn't it time someone else took the stage, pri?

[kokuyoyo]

A - Training

Chikusa, even for those who don't know him, is a fairly regular sight at these gatherings, with his height and everchanging beanie selection making him stand out a little bit. (Among the human residents, at least.) Sometimes, he's an active participant, and harasses new shinki with borderlines to get them used to the attack. Others, he just sits around and watches while waiting for the free food to come out. Either way, he's a constant, and has been ever since these gatherings started.

Today, however.... The teenager is notably absent, not even seen slumping into or out of the interview room for the appointment he's supposed to be attending.

What is around is a peculiar sight: that of a large snowy white owl with brilliant blue eyes and what appears to be a collar wrapped around its throat. Those with good eye sight or who get close enough will be able to tell that the collar has a small video camera attached, and you can bet it's rolling. Anyone a little more familiar with Chikusa might realize that bird is a companion of his, amongst the rest of the small zoo that is apparently hosted at Temple Lie Tieguai. His name is Mukurou- a joke of a name mixing the words for "owl" and "corpse"- and boy does he get around.

Those who are dutifully (to some degree) going to their interviews might find the owl perched high up, staring down at them with avian apathy. He doesn't watch after everyone, being a busy bird with places to be, but gods and shinki alike might spot him.

Shinki who are practicing their borderlines and physical combat are also due to see the pale bird, balancing on weapon racks or lingering near those who are new to magic at all. He has no shame in curiously approaching anyone, hopping along the floor... and equally no shame in pecking at the sole watcher shinki's ankles, which has him being chased off. He inevitably finds his way back in, however.

Yet it's the combat between gods and their shinki against others of the same that really seems to have his attention. For those who are watching, they'll find the owl perched nearby with a gaze just as attentive. A few 'lucky' people might even have the bird shamelessly fluttering down to land on their shoulders. At least he's not the hugest of owls.

Yet no matter where he is... the owl always seems to be in sight distance of one Ken Joshima, who's also attending the training event today, and makes sure to leave once it seems like the blond is on the move.

B - Food

The real reason any shitteen, or their animal companions, attend a gathering hosted by Heaven? Free food. Continuing the habit of possessing negative shame, Mukurou flutters onto tables to peruse what's available to him... which is literally anything on display, no matter if a plate is in front of someone else.

Should someone stop this bird before he makes his way over to the tables for the old gods...?

[puzzlingly]

( arrival; closed to Ravine )

That really useful pamphlet was actually useful, but it was wrong, Atem wasn't nervous about meeting his God or Goddess. While he didn't remember anything but his name, he knew he was dead. The world was vastly divided between those who assured that there was nothing after dying, only darkness, and then, there were those who believed in an afterlife, he was among them. But, this? This is something, else, it is something great, to be able to do something even after one has departed the land of the living. To be able to help even while being dead... That's all he can think about. That, and the fact that he cannot possibly fathom how he could offer a God or a Goddess to help them? It doesn't matter, he'll do it. If he can do it, maybe, he won't find himself alone that way.

He waits outside the Hall, distracted only by the pendant like thing that he just noticed he had been wearing, he doesn't really know what it is or how is it that he's wearing it, the symbols are strange and yet, he can read them. It takes him a moment to remember—a manner of speech—that those are hieroglyphs, and that those symbols are his name. But Atem doesn't have much time to dwell on that, there is something that makes him turn his head. A presence.

There she is, this incredibly tall woman in a leathery coat, wearing shades even if they are in the inside. Atem doesn't need to ask her anything, he simply knows it's her, even though, he's not sure why.

"Hey..." Oh, that's not a way to address a Goddess, is it? But truth to be told, she doesn't inspire that godly aura in any way, imposing as she is, or as she should be. Her choice of clothing doesn't fit one of those celestial figures either, it is all the opposite.

He quite digs it.

( tempering the vessel )

「It had been a little strange, he hadn't been here but for a few hours and they were already making him all these questions. It wasn't hard at all to answer them, however, the white-robed shinki understanding of his circumstances as a new one himself. But the whole meeting does bring his inquisitive mind to work. His shinki form isn't really what one would call a weapon, how is he supposed to help his Goddess when he's just this tiny bird? Of course he needs to train, that's the only option.」

Do they do this often? 「He asks a passerby, once his session is over.」

( rest and refreshments )

「How could he be dead and have every muscle in his body hurt like this? He's going to die again! Not really, no, but he didn't think it'd be a big deal until after hours of training he finally realized he couldn't go on. That didn't come in the pamphlet!

Atem remains half sprawled at one of the low tables, honestly looking a bit more than disinterested in the whole meet and greet, he's tired, he totally over did it on his day one like the newbie he is. Still, he listen to the stories and the heated words challenging the new Gods, and, huh, he didn't know even Gods could be this petty, it's a bit of an eye opener. They shouldn't be judging them so soon.

With effort, he stands from his seat, attempting to take his leave. He's heard enough.」

( ooc: will match format! )

[nopixiedust]

A - Tempering the Vessel

Wendy arrives right on time for her own appointment, the absolute picture of innocence with her pink graphic varsity jacket and matching sneakers. Nothing extraordinary seems to really happen....

...For approximately one minute.

A burst of truly clamorous wailing bursts out from behind the closed door, and carries on for a good moment. Anyone with good ears, or trying to eavesdrop, might hear some frantic attempts at calming down Wendy... but it doesn't take long before the apparent child fumbles open the door, tears pouring down her face in a flood. "You're horrible!" she bawls, clumsily rubbing at her face while a nervous looking shinki in white hovers behind her. The poor guy doesn't seem to know what to do with her, not wanting to touch her but clearly wanting her to not leave. "I j-j-just want to help my friends! I can't believe you'd- you'd say that!"

And with that, she sinks down onto her knees not even a couple of steps away from the door, tosses her head back, and continues to sob her little heart out. The shinki in white is starting to get a pallor that matches his outfit.

Other appointments might take a little bit to get to. Bystanders are free to popcorn or help as it pleases them.

B - Shinki Training

Some hours later, and Wendy doesn't even seem to have a hint of red eyes. She's completely calm and sweet at a table she's set up near where new shinki are likely to come, with a lot of the pamphlets that might have been missed earlier, along with cards for directions to what look like a "shinki sanctuary" of some sort.

Anyone practicing either lines or weapons will get some muted applause. Wendy might even hop over to help anyone who looks like they're struggling, but, for the most part, she'll help out with the table and spreading information among the new shinki.

C - Physical Training

Well well well. This sure does say a whole lot. Wendy stands to the side and watches some of the sparring matches impassively, hands on her hips. This sure says a lot about what Heaven is planning to do, as if the questions weren't bad enough. After a little while, that seems to be enough for her, and she looks up whoever is standing besides her.

"Have you seen Hibiki or Alex? I want to ruin someone's life."

....Such an encouraging thing to hear from what looks like a pre-adolescent girl.

C - Rest and Refreshments

Considering the show she pulled off earlier that day, Wendy will be passing by a lot of the alcohol that's on display. So she just gets some food, a nice drink that will help after a long annoying day... and watches with even less of an impressed look than the one she'd been wearing during the sparring sessions.

It doesn't take long before a steady stream of heckling begins to come forth.

"Proof or it didn't happen!"

"I bet your shinki did all the work!"

"Booooring!"

It sure seems to be annoying the Old Gods and some of their shinki, but that's not Wendy's problem. She just smirks a little bit, and keeps it up. If anyone wants to join, they're welcome to... and if anyone wants to stop her, they're welcome to try.

[artificialrose]

A - Tempering the Vessel

At first, an interview doesn't sound so bad. Maybe the older generation is taking an interest in all of them, and might become a little closer as a result. Yet once he gets an ear of the questions... Garry answers all of them politely, of course, but he leaves the room with a sense of unease and a frown on his face to match. Making a decision doesn't take long, and he goes to whatever shinki isn't waiting for their own turn.

"Hello, pardon me- I'm sorry if you were busy. But I was just... What do you think about all of that?"

B - Shinki Training

Well, besides talking about it, it doesn't seem like there's really anything he can do in the immediately aftermath besides carry on as he usually has. Dressed in the usual sweatpants and tee-shirt that he won't miss if they get messed up, Garry goes to immediately find a staff and set to practicing himself. He's diligent and seems to have a good grasp of the basics, clearly taught by a good teacher.

A teacher that's no longer around... but that doesn't mean people have to be left on their own. If Garry sees anyone that's struggling or hesitating to get into things, he's more than happy to approach with a soft smile.

"Need help? Or a partner, even? I can't promise I'll be the best, but I think I'm alright enough."

C - Physical Training

Sparring with other shinki had been a brief relief from the troubling thoughts he's had. Now, however, they're all back in full force as he watches the spars of gods vs gods, shinki in tow. Every few minutes, Garry looks around for where Komaeda might be. His god isn't suited for physical combat like this. He'll have to make sure that he can keep Komaeda away...

For anyone watching alongside him, Garry doesn't bother to put on a reassuring smile. He wears his worry on his face as he asks, "Do you think you'll go and try fighting?"

[inthemoonlightsshadow]

[shinki training]

[One of the new arrivals seems to have taken well to their new role: an imposing young woman with a large, demonic-looking wing attached to one shoulder. Upon arriving, she wasted no time in employing the use of her borderline, carving lines across the ground, splitting apart targets, and even combining it with her own powers by creating lines of destructive, crimson-colored energy.

This "Dark Precure" seems to be a natural when it comes to combat. She goes about it all with a natural, focused intensity. That being said, her attacks favor power over fine control, and even her attempts at cutting targets end up hitting more than just the target. Eventually, her focus on training begins to wane, and she starts eyeing everyone else.

The reason why would become clear, when she approaches you, and says...]

I believe I require a greater test of my abilities. Do you wish to spar?



[Rest and refreshments]

[In contrast to the above, however, Dark Precure finds herself very much out of her element once there's no fighting to be done. She stands amidst the Meeting Hall, out in the open, standing almost like a statue... and feeling completely out of place amidst all the revelry and stories being told.

It's the last one that doesn't sit particularly well with her. Who was she? She was no god, with a long list of achievements. As a shinki, she might as well be only a day old. A weapon yet to be wielded as part of a great tale. The more stories and boasts she heard, the more resentment Dark Precure began to feel, until her lips curled into a snarl and stomped off, rather angrily, towards the food and drink...

... Where she didn't have any better idea of what to do with herself. In the end, she's ended up glaring at the offering of alcoholic beverages.]

This is all a waste of my time.

[chibisu]

A - Interviews

Ebisu arrives, takes one look at the goings on, and immediately turns right back around for his temple again.

...He comes back, of course. Seemingly with nothing different than before, although that's only on a surface level. Kunimi isn't the kind of shinki that can be so easily seen. Accompanying him are Kiwami and Kimi, both looking around with careful impassiveness. Kimi breaks it sooner after leaning down to allow his young god to whisper into his ear. With apparent direction, Kimi sheds both jacket and tie for a more relaxed look, and bounds over to any shinki leaving their interview.

"Hey there!" he says, cheerily enough. "Can I ask what that was about? We just got here, and this is kind of a change from the usual."

In another spot of the Meeting Hall, Ebisu seems to be lingering nearby on a similar mission but with the gods, and he leaves Kiwami behind to approach someone. He's a lot more blunt. "They said some worrying things, didn't they?"

B - Physical Training

Ebisu is a child god, not associated with combat, and so clumsy that it is a fairly common occurrence for him to go pitching forward with his only saving grace being that his shinki often catch him before his face reaches impact.

However, that doesn't seem to be stopping him from being near the sparring area, although he's not so close to where the spars are actually happening. This is because he's apparently arguing very quietly with himself. "But you'd do really well! I know you would. I don't want them to look down on my shinki- well, yes, but they did say for anyone who doesn't fight as much against others- no, that's-"

Kiwami and Kimi, the latter now dressed up sharply again, patiently stand on either side of him and just wait the conversation out.

C - Rest and Refreshments

Ebisu is here only because he's being polite. However, once his fellow old gods begin to start being so boastful... From where he's seated politely in an area that's technically on the Old God side of the room but notably distant from them, the child god can be seen frowning. For the most part, he stays quiet and just eats his food and takes to his drink alongside with his shinki.

However, at some point... "How uncouth," he says, perhaps a little louder than he meant to and definitely enough to get a glance his way from some of the others in his generation. The air gets perhaps a little awkward- or tense. "Bishamon-sama and Yato wouldn't feel the need to boast about their exploits like this."

A beat.

"Bishamon-sama wouldn't feel the need to boast about her exploits like this," he says, with such smooth steadiness that one could almost think he hadn't actually said anything before at all. To the side, Kimi accidentally inhales his drink too sharply and has to cover his nose. Kiwami just smacks him on the back with a blank face.

Still, that seems to set the tone enough for how Ebisu's temple is alongside those others of his generation. Anyone else is free to take a seat there, or check on the young displeased god.

[unlucky7]

I - Shinki Training
Like the last session, Ginia's helping out at an info table set up where new shinki are likely to pass by. There's the shinki pamphlet that Amaterasu's shinki are passing out, as well as the previous pamphlet. There are a few tourist maps for Tokyo and some of the other major cities, lists of various restaurants, directions to the shinki shelter, and an ad offering work at Ebisu's temple.

There's also a typed sign that says "borderline and spell information upon request." For those that want to know a little more than what's usually taught at training sessions.

II - Physical Training
Ginia watches the fights from the side of the ring, taking pictures and recording. If this is gearing up for a war, knowing what the old gods can do and the capabilities of their shinki is just as important. As far as she's concerned, everyone is a possible enemy that can put her friends at danger. The more she knows, the better.

To anyone watching nearby she's seen around or knows, she'll venture a question through a message played on her phone (or signed). "What do you think about things today?"

To any new faces, she states more simply, "Things aren't always like this."

III - Rest and Refreshments For Science!
So this is how things are going to go today, huh? A bunch of arrogant assholes puffing themselves up in an attempt to intimidate or impress, driving forward a meaningless mood with all signs pointing to war. Ginia listens to the stories because information is information, but at her own table, she's setting up an experiment of her own.

There are at least ten bottles of various beers, wines, spirits, etc. lined up in front of her, with a shot glass or disposable paper cup in front of each one. There's also a notepad with the name of each drink and space for notes. In theory, her nanotech prevents her from getting drunk. With so many options out today, might as well test it out. Maybe she'll even find a drink she likes.

Bottoms up.

[holygrailed]

A. Tempering the Vessel
Irisviel doesn't have the full picture of what's going on, but the interview is strange. She answers truthfully and cooperates enough, but also holds back divulging full information. Information is valuable and what they're asking could very well reveal weaknesses in herself and Berserker.

When she leaves the room, she hangs around the main hall, observing the others coming and going. To anyone who doesn't seem too busy, she approaches with a question.

"Excuse me, did you have an interview with the shinki too?"

B. Rest and Refreshments
Irisviel sits toward the back of the room, her only drink a pot of tea and a cup in front of her. The stories are interesting, but there's no joy as she listens. They border on arrogance, a challenge. Something has changed and it leaves her uneasy.

"If war is approaching, who is the enemy?" she muses to herself, but loud enough others around might hear. Certainly this isn't all against the cult, is it? Not if the emphasis is on fighting other gods.

[modernmedicine]

Divine Service:

For some people, sitting through lectures and interviews might be stressful. It isn't quite so stressful for Angela; you might call her a perfect student. She's asked for paper and pen so she can take notes. That seems to have impressed the white-robed shinki at least a little bit. After the sessions, she can be spotted reading over her notes.

Physical Training:

This is one of those situations where Mercy is largely going to be on the sidelines. She's taking mental notes on the forms shinki can take, and the spells and songs they can use. She comes out of the session with one thing on her mind: how to be the most effective while making sure any shinki she has take as little damage as possible. It's something she's worrying about, to be sure.

Rest and Refreshments:

At the end of the day, Angela takes a seat with a cup of tea. Today has been a lot to take in, and while she'll be fine after a good night's sleep and some time to process, she has a lot on her mind. She'll scan her notes now and again, but she's mostly content to watch the crowd and simply take in the situation.

OTA

[onedrinkwithme]

Divine Service

[Well. That interview was the biggest load of chocobo shit Aymeric has had to do while in the Heavens. Given that the format of these introductions has changed drastically, the reminder of the governing body preparing to go to war is less of a fleeting thought and more of when the horns will sound. Sukomi stayed outside of the room when he was being interviewed and once he came out, the elezen gives her a reassuring pat on the shoulder.]

No need for worry, it was just some simple questions.

[She nods as both left the area and once reaching outside the building, he will be reaching for his phone and texting friends and family to let them know about the questioning. At least on the god's side.]

I have a feeling that the future is teetering on a the edge of a blade...


Refreshments and Stories.

[If he wants to get drunk, he will do it at his temple thank you very much. He did manage to smuggle in (thanks to Sukomi) a teapot and a mug for some delicious Ishgardian tea. He knows how people act while under the influence and he prefers not to be one of them. Like some random older god boasting about how they managed to convert nonbelievers to their side with a miracle as Aymeric sips his drink and watches with a neutral expression. How stupid can they be? But then, he turns to the group nearby him and smiles.]

It seems that stories of battles are a touch boring tonight. Why don't I tell of those on the Near Shore whom I have had the honor of meeting?

[And he will speak of the people he knows; from Mister Singer on Heligoland to the young lady in Germany who tried to covert those to his side and needed a slice of humble pie to even folks around Hokkaido. To those of the older generation, they are far from grand tales but Aymeric believes in people. It is them who have the power most of all.]

[beyondtheblade]

[A - Divine Service]

[As Tsubasa leaves her questioning, she ... well. She's been able to keep her composure throughout most of it, even if she's let her annoyance known. While she still sort of has it walking away, the irritation is written on her face all that more thoroughly.

She's tried to remain mostly neutral to things she's encountered so far, but for an old god to just so happen to be dressed up akin to one of Amaterasu's shinki leaves her feeling a bit of unease. It feels deceptive, but for what reason?

Either way, she has things to do, but she's going to linger a little while longer to get her head together, potentially catching others coming and going.]

[B - Shinki Training]

[This time, opposed to two weeks prior, she's just sort of passing through and getting a feel for new arrivals on the shinki side of things. She'd come across one shinki who ended up without a god the previous time, and she at least wants to get a feel for making sure at least people are taken care of. She's not exactly sure how much she trusts the "heavens" to do so.

Perhaps Maria's tendency to mother people stuck in her head more than she'd like to admit.

Regardless, she's also on the look out for Rita, to see if her shinki is poking around for anything new. She feels a vested interest there, and not just because it would help them in battle.

She's mostly just loitering here, though.]

[C - Physical Training]

[Tsubasa cannot get over the distinct feeling that they're being tested this time. Between the questions, and now this...

At the very least, this is of no matter to her. She needs the practice. There's only so much she can get from Rita and Chris in terms of keeping her skills sharp. She's been exercising regularly, dragging others into her workouts, but... It's not quite the same, nor is it quite enough.

So she stands more than ready to take all comers, if only to hone her own skills. If anything, it's something she's showing to be a lot more enthusiastic about, and maybe it has to do with getting a crack maybe at one of those old gods? After the earlier part of the day, it could be cathartic.]

[OOC: Threads here beyond things taking place on the outskirts of it or something unusual may (sort of obviously) well involve Rita Mordio (blahblahblah) or/and Dark Precure (inthemoonlightsshadow), if her naming hits anywhere in the vicinity where it'd be probable, in at least their vessel forms. Willing to take requests for anything specific.]

[D - Rest and Refreshments 1]

[Tsubasa recognizes she's letting certain things get under her skin. While on the one hand she feels like it's unbecoming of her, she knows she's just human, and perhaps the stress is getting to her a little. So, she's fully planning on relaxing--

When the old gods start their stories. She listens with detached interest, but sort of feels like they're trying to make a certain point today. One which isn't something she's sure she likes. Especially after the questioning. Especially after they've already been pitted against them in mock battles, here and there...

Then comes the challenge. Her brow furrows, and she almost immediately rises, stepping forward. She doesn't take well to this mocking, and more or less takes the bait.]

You have a great many claims of your glorious past, but the "glory" of battle itself is not something to celebrate, necessarily. The victory, perhaps. But chest thumping such as that proves little. Besides...

[She places one hand on her hip, and smirks.] Limiting it to only our time in the Far Shore is hardly fair. Your time here greatly outweighs our own, thus your stories are far more likely to be broader.

[Her vision flicks to the rest of the room briefly, before continuing.] I am hardly one to brag, but my comrades and I have averted the end times of our world four times over. Between stopping a chunk of our moon from colliding with the Earth, or ancient Alchemists who very nearly wiped out human life on our world to fulfill their goals... [She focuses back on the old gods.] I feel as though I am not the only one in this room who would have similar stories to share. Perhaps consider you may have a thing or two to learn from us fledgling "newer" gods, regardless of what we have been able to accomplish here.

[She then gives a small, polite bow.]

I think it is something to consider, at least.

[...annnnnnnnd takes a seat as if she hadn't said something completely insane sounding.]

[E - Rest and Refreshments 2]

[Tsubasa is otherwise quiet outside of her outburst. Really, as if nothing had happened, sitting and munching on a snack, and... pointedly avoiding the alcohol.

A sword sentinel performer's mind must be clear at all times, after all.

Are you the sort of person who maybe shouldn't be getting drunk, though? She's definitely going to give you the evil eye. Maybe try to stop you if she knows you.

Otherwise, she's just mulling over the day. It could have been a better day.

Perhaps, these people don't mean much harm in the end. Perhaps, they are just stuck in their way.

Either way they've managed to work their way under Kazanari Tsubasa's skin, and that's an impressive feat to say the least.

If she's not giving the stink eye to any potential underage drinkers, she's otherwise approachable. Mostly!]

OTA

[dredefulchilde]

Tempering the vessel

Joscelin is standing near the temple with his hands jammed in his pockets and an expression that could curdle milk. The whole time he'd been suffering through that stupid interview, feeling the death glares on him, while he gave the shortest, curtest possible answers he possibly could. And yet, despite the time on his phone telling him that very little time had passed, it felt like an eternity.

He feels fidgety, anxious. These fucking people. He turns and punches a wall, unsurprised when it leaves a dent in the plaster. He's always been strong, hasn't he? Since the moment he came here, he's always been strong. And fast. Moreso than he ought to be.

Physical Training

Joss stands outside the dojo, watching teams of gods and shinki go at it. He's jealous. He's never fought as a team with anyone--he doesn't think he'd be particularly good at it--but even after months, he doesn't feel he knows Hakkai's other shinki to even approach them about working together like this. And with Hakkai currently out of commission, its not like he can do it now.

He turns to the first person he sees.

"This looks rather fun. I wonder if I could get a god to make me a nora so I can have a go."

Rest and Refreshments

The old gods are obnoxious.

Joscelin's bad mood has been building all day. First he is stuck in a room with a white robe and asked inane questions, then he's sidelined right in the middle of an interesting fight, and now he has to listen to longwinded braggarts spew hot air. It's no wonder that he's stolen a couple of bottles of alcohol to make the night more interesting. He's small and fast and there's so many people around that the bottles don't seem to be missed.

The first bottle, of sour apple schnapps, is an interesting shade of arsenic green. It looks promising, but he'll hold off on it for a moment yet. The other is the nectar of his homeland: simple English ale. There's something very comforting and familiar about its taste, he thinks as he takes another swig. Maybe he ought to find Romeo and have him take a drink, since the other boy seems so interested in other countries lately.

[vaporlike]

Interviews

What an interesting set of questions!

[Lin Xue Ya has find himself a nice corner to sit in not too far from where the interviews are being held. He has a small, half-folded paper crane in his hands and there a few other little paper birds sitting around him. It's not clear if he ever used the paper in the interview room for its intended purpose.

It is clear, however, that he's trying to start a conversation even though it sounds like he's pretending to be talking to himself.]

R&R

[Lin Xue Ya has set himself up with an assortment of very expensive-looking wines. It's not clear how much he's actually been drinking, but it's clear that he wants the best liquor he can find as close to him as possible. He has a cup in his hand that he's gesturing with, but it always seems to be full.]

Have you heard of Yao Tu Li? No? I would have thought that word of a demon so fearsome would have reached even this place. Perhaps the story never spread because the creature was too horrifying to speak of. Perhaps I shouldn't speak of it anymore, either...

[He obviously wants to keep talking about it. Everyone's showing off and no one is going to take him seriously if he can't participate somehow. It's less something to bolster his own pride and more something to keep everyone else bragging. Probably.]

[fauxcalibur]

Physical Training

It's all very suspicious, isn't it?

[The tone is cheerful and light, befitting how Saber is comfortably sprawled out near the training grounds, watching as other gods fight. He doesn't have his guitar with him today (thankfully) and he's actually dressed a little more formally than usual, but that still doesn't mean he's behaving as would be expected of a proper god.

Mostly because he doesn't consider himself one.

The interview had put him ill at ease with the direction the questioning was headed and the emphasis on this sort of training for the day is only reinforcing his suspicions.]

R&R

[Not surprisingly, Saber hasn't told a single story yet. He's been listening to the Old Gods tell their stories, his eyes wide and sparkling, but he hasn't opened his mouth to speak even once. It's probably the quietest he's been in months.

But not talking is giving him more time for drinking. There's already one empty bottle of wine next to him and while it's not clear whether he drank it all himself, it's likely he probably put a good dent in it and he's reaching to open another.

If you remember the karaoke incident, you'll know that he needs to be stopped before it's too late.]

mostly ota ♔ one locked to new people ♔ i'm so sorry, new people

[priforprince]

[ Divine Service ]

[ Say you're the god who's assigned to be interviewed right after Apollo, or a shinki looking for your god who's ended up outside the god interview room. Do you get the jitters before one-on-one sessions? Or are you chomping at the bit to say your piece?

It doesn't matter. Your time comes, and goes. And the door doesn't open. The entire schedule is now completely thrown off, because someone is taking an extremely long time.

Finally, a crack shows in the door. As light streams forth, so too does a voice. ]

....wish to see the Far Shore healed of all ills, don't miss my show.

[ A god with perfect posture then leaves with her eyes closed and her nose tilted at an arrogant angle, walking calmly down the hall as the very picture of affronted composure. She is followed shortly by a small purple stuffed goat toy on a wheeled platform, balancing a tea table atop itself - complete with teacup. After that first goat, an entire throne can be seen moving down the hall at a snail's pace, pushed by more goats, doing their very best.

Hopefully you didn't get up, or are standing in the way. ]

[ WILDCARD FOR ALL NEW ARRIVALS ]

[ If today is your first day in the Far Shore, at some point during the day, a silver platter with a wax-sealed envelope atop it will roll towards you. This platter is being supported by a small purple robot goat, trundling along the ground with the platter suspended from the wheeled base it's using to move about.

The goat will stop expectantly just short of you. This envelope is for you! Just for you!

Inside is a ticket to the premiere of a movie called , along with a small calling card. The card reads: ]

Your timing is perfect.

Revolution is nigh.

[ The card is signed with a tiny crown-and-laurels emblem. Then it lists a URL, for everyone's illumination.

If it's possible for a stuffed animal to look excited, this goat does. Everyone is invited to Maa-ster's movie! It's going to be maa-jestic. ]

[ Rest and Refreshments I ]

[ Hibiki had been interested in the old gods' stories of their own glory, at first. After all, those born divine are noteworthy, and information about them may become relevant in her Paradise.

But as the evening wears on, the stories grow less expertly-told, and Hibiki's patience begins to fray. Sliding down in her throne, she balances her forehead on a fingertip, massaging it. Her free hand swirls a glass of red wine with expert grace. ]

Such a shabby display of one-upmanship. Not a single tale deserving of the name "performance".....

[ Really, it's discouraging. Not the sort of company one would want for one's opening act at all. And yet.

The longer the night goes on, and the more the old gods talk, the more spygoats return from their rounds and cluster around Hibiki. Their camera eyes are all fixed on her expectantly. Maa-ster! Maa-ster! Maa-ster!

Hibiki glances over. Hibiki checks her tablet. Hibiki starts when all the feeds are of...herself. ]

Me?

[ The goats continue to stare in anticipation at Maa-ster. And not because she's drinking underage. ]

[ Rest and Refreshments II ]

[ An old god has actually opened his mouth to speak when a deep and authoritative voice rings out from the back of the room. ]

This campfire posturing has gone on long enough.

[ All the lights in the hall go out at once. Tiny spotlights appear, shining down on purple goat robots bearing golden baskets of already-lit purple glowsticks. Methodically, they make their way through the crowd, ensuring everyone has received this necessary prop.

And still that voice comes, from everywhere and nowhere now. ]

What is a star? What is an idol - what is a GOD? Only one deity can teach you all that.

Now, raise the curtains! Fix your gaze upon the future, not the past. The most excellent and hot off the presses God of Fortune, Apollo, shall show you the Prism Road to a glorious tomorrow!

[ Everyone has a glowstick now. The spotlights vanish: the goats' business is done. ]

The only deeds you need remember - are MINE!!

[ LIGHTS UP. An entire stage has seemingly been constructed, right here - in fact, the meeting hall no longer looks like a meeting hall, but instead a concert venue. This illusionist is nothing if not thorough.

And her grand stage has already begun. ]

[smilingbullet]

shinki training
[ D2's little act of all smiles might not have looked any different from his most cheerful self than usual, but he's really pretty pissed.

He still conceals it with a cheerful attitude, but his gods had most likely felt his mood spiral, and those who knew him well enough would probably see how his smile wasn't actually real.

He's frustrated, and he needs to do something familiar right now, rather than try something new.

Hence him grabbing a rifle but- he's not going to practice his shooting right away.

Instead he finds a table, where he starts to take apart the weapon with ease and full focus on the weapon. Eventually he will hate demolished about half a dozen of different rifles, none identical to the other, at which point he will start to put them back together.

Even though all the pieces are a confusing mess to most people looking, he knows exactly which pieces goes to which firearm, and where.

The repetitive motion is soothing. His irritation isn't going away entirely, but it does settle a little bit. ]

r&r
[ Is he drinking? You bet he is drinking. He needs some beer. The German kinds seem to be his go-to, since they're actually have a large variety of good ones around this time.

While he listens to the Old Gods relate their stories though.... He's just getting annoyed again.

He's of a mind to tell them to fuck off and he's killed a god here already but he's not that stupid no matter how drunk he gets. Though he has a high tolerance and is just a bit tipsy. Not that his blush is much distinguishable from the blush that often show up on his face at completely random and inopportune times.

This is so stupid. This is so. fucking. stupid. Such a damn load of utter bull. ]

[sageprincess]

divine service;
[Zelda attends to her interview promptly, answers their questions as truthfully as she feels comfortable doing (because fuck it, if the Far Shore is going to blow up into civil war in the next month, she might as well make her feelings known), and leaves the interview room without incident. Though she pinches the bridge of her nose as soon as the door is shut behind her--]

I want to believe this is a genuine attempt to gather our opinions, but...

[Well. Good will towards the Heavens seems to be at an all time low lately, and some of those questions were rather condescending, given their source...]

physical training, round one;
[Throughout her tenure as a goddess, Zelda has been... blessed? Let's say blessed. To to have shinki under her care whose vessel forms have either been familiar enough to her that her existing skills have been adequate enough to wield them competently, or so unorthodox as to require more in the way of creative thinking than actual training to utilize them effectively. Such is no longer the case, which is why she's dodging the insistence on training with a live target for at least an hour or so to swing around a wooden training polearm.

... She's not very good at it. Her footwork is fine and she clearly has some experience moving her body around an imaginary opponent, but the training lance is very obviously something she's not used to. It swings wide when she turns and gets stuck against the ground when she forgets to account for the length of it, among other blunders that reveal her to be a novice. Still, she's very focused and determined! She has to learn! So that has to count for something, right?

Maybe she'd have better luck with a few pointers, rather than just trying to figure it all out herself...]

physical training, round two; (feat. reloves thirdbeauty and faithstaynight; closed to chibisu)
[Eventually, however, her shinki finish with their own interviews, and the repeated insistence to train with them all at once gets to her. And so a small group of young women is gathered on the edge of the training ground, chatting among themselves. Eavesdroppers will note their discussion revolving around the training topic for the day, but Zelda herself displays a wariness towards engaging any of the old gods she's unfamiliar with in friendly combat. Tensions are certainly high between the old generation and the new, and she doesn't trust any of these strangers to play fair.

That's when she feels a tug on the tunic she's worn to train in today.]

... Lord Ebisu?

[is

is that a knife--]

rest and refreshments;
[Bored. That's the feeling that describes Zelda from foot to face as she listens to the old gods boast about their accomplishments. Bragging has never impressed her much, and not even downing a glass of wine is enough to soothe the growing irritation she feels. She sat down to this table hoping that she could actually learn something about the Heaven's past, but no. It's just a bunch of glory hounds reliving the good old days before they had to deal with all these newcomers.

Her tone is clipped when their jeers turn to her.]

I am sorry. I do not have any glorious exploits to regale you all with, as when I am not busy with attending to my followers needs, my time has been occupied with the investigation of the cult that threatens Lady Amaterasu, as well as looking into the reasoning behind why those of us of the new generation have been replacing your compatriots of old. I am certain that, wherever they might be, they are just as upset as you that their extraordinary deeds have been forgotten and lost.

[A shame she doesn't know what a mic drop is, so she can't summon Minako to perform one for her.]

If you will excuse me, I will leave you to your tales of times passed, and take my leave.

[And she does, leaving the Meeting Hall and all the revelry within. But she pauses just outside, taking in the peace and quiet a little bit of distance gives. The air is cool and fresh. The first flowers of spring are starting to bloom in earnest. Removed of all context, the Heavens are truly tranquility given tangible form.

... Shame about all the jerks that live in it.]

wildcard;
[hmu with whatever you want, or holler at me at jamizoid if you wanna plot something out!]

[whip_poor_will]

physical training.

There is a new god who doesn't seem too eager to make herself known, let alone be quick to introductions. During the earlier meeting the tall shadow of a woman mostly keeps to herself, neglecting the pen and paper in favor of silently noting the details to memory.

Like then, she doesn't approach the gods or shinki and isn't one to challenge her fellow gods. Rather, she keeps an eye on those who are pitted against one another, an unreadable expression on her dark visage as she watches behind the lenses of a pair of sunglasses.

After all, it isn't so physical when you don't quite share the same corporeal body as your opponent, god or no. Would that be cheating?

rest & refreshments.

The new god seems more interested in the display of food and drink than partaking in any of it.

It's funny, really -- while others here are no more living and existing as she, Ravine still lacks the pangs of hunger and thirst that would prompt her to indulge here. And though she had the one chance to be human again, if only for a little while, back in the old world, she left that unfinished arrangement behind when she arrived to this place, where all she can do is simply meander among the scene.

When the Old Gods have finished their immodest tales of their achievements, Ravine just hums in response. She catches their bait, but she doesn't quite bite.

"If I did not know any better, I would worry that there would be no end to their pontificating."

Fortunately, she knows well that there is an end to everything. You just have to endure.

[towards_okeanos]

A - Pre-interviews [closed to Satya and Waver]

[With the training day approaching Iskandar plans to go as early as possible this time. So his usual morning run takes place when it's still dark and neither Satya nor Waver haven't got up yet. No worry. They don't have to go with him to the training grounds. They can even skip the thing entirely if they like.

Iskandar is still in a good mood as he picks up a white envelope left at the entrance of his Temple, leaves it on the table in the main room and goes straight to the shower.
He is curious about the new arrivals, could use some sparring and not so secretly hopes that all the meeting and greeting would be better organized than last month. Not that he wishes for the day to be boring but at least he would appreciate it being less eventful.
That is a wish he would not have granted.

Satya and Waver are in for some rude awakening because not even stone walls can protect their sleep from a furious roar originating in the living room.
Whoever comes running will see a white envelope ripped open on the table and whatever message it contained combusting in that very moment in Iskandar's clenched fist as he utters a continuous string of very ancient and very Greek profanities accentuating every word with a small lightning strike.
Please stop him before he EMPs all your electronic equipment]


B - Physical Training

[Iskandar arrives on the training grounds eager to let out some of the rage that has been steadily building up from the very morning. He just wants to hit something. Or somebody. Doesn't matter. It's only when he learns of the new arrangements he actually starts paying attention. There indeed is an awful lot of new faces here today. Or should he say old faces? Gods versus gods? With their shinki?
Iskandar uses the benefit of his enormous height to look down on the hapless Shinki that tries to advertise him this form of training as extremely beneficial.]

I think I know best what's beneficial for my people.

[Having made the impression he laughs out loud. If there's a fight coming he's always excited.]

But I won't say no if a worthy opponent arrives.

[Oh, he's aware who is watching and taking notes. Still, let them! It's not as if he's ashamed of his fighting style or vessel forms of his shinki. To the contrary, he's quite proud of them. Come, challenge him! See how you fare against King of Conquerors and his invincible army! of two...but shh details...that's sparring, not a real fight...because if it were. If it were, that army would be more numerous.]


C - Rest and Refreshments

[The booze. The booze always helps. In any other circumstances, Iskandar would love to share war stories with almost anyone who would like to listen or tell one. Even all the mocking is a part of the same good, old tradition. As long as it's all in good spirits.
Here it isn't. Here it all feels contrived. As much as he would like to just enjoy the rare occasion of hearing anything from the so-called Old Gods, he can't. It's the intention that matters.
The alcohol, the boasting, the mocking, the sudden display of interest when there was none for months? All that looks like one fat bait to him. Not a celebration, just a ruse.
There is no sincerity in this, no respect. As if the Old Gods think the new ones are just stupid. That they can be corralled this way. So easily manipulated.

Iskandar is disgusted. He never treated even his enemies that way. He won't believe that the Queen of Heaven would. That must be her courtiers' doing.
And he's familiar with courts. Way too familiar for his own personal comfort actually. This whole assembly already too much resembles home to him. And that is NOT a happy thought.]

Why all the scheming and meandering? If they so much want to get to know us why don't they just come and share a drink? On friendly terms. They want us to fight by their side yet they still treat us like uncivilized barbarians. How sad.

[thetopofthefoodchain]

Shinki Training

[Da Qing is quite thoughtful after his interview, wondering why they needed to know so many things. But it had also taught him things also. Apparently there were spells he was supposed to learn. He had heard nothing about them and of course after having told his interviewer that he knew them he couldn't go and question the official trainers. He does keep an eye out for anyone who might be practising such things, so that he can make more discreet enquiries.

He has picked up a sword and is currently hitting a dummy but after a short time of trying it is clear he really doesn't know what he is doing. The sword is soon abandoned for him attacking the dummy with his hands and feet. This he is better at. Especially once he stopped trying to copy those around him and fought the way that felt naturally, using his hands and feet as claws. Fighting like a cat would. Claws were far superior to swords.]

Rest and Refreshment

Wow they sure like the sound of their own voices don't they. [Da Qing is sprawled on some cushions and he grins at the nearest person who is not an old God or one of their shinki. He has a bottle of beer at his side though he has not drank all that much of it. The stories had been interesting at first but then they went on, and on and on.

None of them were cats. Therefore their deeds could not possibly be as great as Da Qing's. However without memories of the great and noble deeds that he, Da Qing, had clearly performed in his lifetime he was unable to participate.

So he was getting bored. A bored Da Qing was not good news for anyone.]