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thenearshore2016-04-05 09:51 am
roeh) wrote in thenearshore2016-04-05 09:51 am
[OTA]
Who: Everyone!
What: Sparring, training etc
When: All day March 2nd
Where: A fancy pants gym in the far shore
Summary: There's a war going on and it won't be won sitting around twiddling your thumbs. Time to work up a sweat and earn yourself a few bruises and bragging rights in the process.
Turns out the far shore isn't devoid of some of the more earthly facilities enjoyed in life. Not the least of which is a gym. And not just one of those, hot cramps, 24/7 affairs but a whole arena that looks like it might have been plucked out of some classical epic. A real gym for the stars. Or the gods as it were. Upon finding it, it leaves Shepard with just a few ideas and today is the day they come to fruition. A couple days back, guests and residents alike recieve a mass invitation with the time and the place to come spar, train and otherwise get together to work out this situation.
The Main Event;
The largest space is dominated by a number of sparring rings for everyone to take advantage of. And off on the sidelines is ever possible melee weapons one could imagine. It's the perfect time to work on your skills before another wave of ayakashi show up to catch you and your shinki off guard. Some of the rings are even dotted with practice dummies for those pairs that are still figuring out exactly how this god and shinki thing works together. Or perhaps you'd like to pick up some new abilities. You never know when you might be caught off guard with only a bottle opener and a ball of twine to defend yourself. Just grab a partner and have at it.
The Shooting Range;
You didn't think the far shore's most vocal gun advocate would leave this out did you? But it's not just guns that stock the racks at this range. Bows and arrows from all ages as well as a rather impressive collection of throwing knives lay amidst the firearms. You might even find the odd slingshot or two if you really look hard enough. But target practice is target practice which makes this the perfect time to engage in some friendly competition with your neighbor, regardless
of the weapon.
Combat Instruction;
Perhaps some of you come from a world where war is the furthest thing from your mind. Where the worst you have to worry about is whether or not you passed that last exam or when that girl down the street might finally notice you. But to some, your recruitment into the battle against the Ayakashi is just one more stage in the mundane fight that's followed you for most of your life. There's novices and experts alike and this is where both can come together to share their skills. We're all in this together brogamis.
The Water Cooler;
More like a whole corner of the gym that's stocked with not only water, but juice, energy drinks, power bars and all manner of refreshments. There's a pile of clean towels for those of you that really work up a sweat and a bin for you to kindly dispose of them. After a hard day of hitting the gym, it's always nice to relax, unwind, maybe shoot the shit with a few new friends. Or enemies. No one said you had to get along and that was the last bag of chips after all.
What: Sparring, training etc
When: All day March 2nd
Where: A fancy pants gym in the far shore
Summary: There's a war going on and it won't be won sitting around twiddling your thumbs. Time to work up a sweat and earn yourself a few bruises and bragging rights in the process.
Turns out the far shore isn't devoid of some of the more earthly facilities enjoyed in life. Not the least of which is a gym. And not just one of those, hot cramps, 24/7 affairs but a whole arena that looks like it might have been plucked out of some classical epic. A real gym for the stars. Or the gods as it were. Upon finding it, it leaves Shepard with just a few ideas and today is the day they come to fruition. A couple days back, guests and residents alike recieve a mass invitation with the time and the place to come spar, train and otherwise get together to work out this situation.
The Main Event;
The largest space is dominated by a number of sparring rings for everyone to take advantage of. And off on the sidelines is ever possible melee weapons one could imagine. It's the perfect time to work on your skills before another wave of ayakashi show up to catch you and your shinki off guard. Some of the rings are even dotted with practice dummies for those pairs that are still figuring out exactly how this god and shinki thing works together. Or perhaps you'd like to pick up some new abilities. You never know when you might be caught off guard with only a bottle opener and a ball of twine to defend yourself. Just grab a partner and have at it.
The Shooting Range;
You didn't think the far shore's most vocal gun advocate would leave this out did you? But it's not just guns that stock the racks at this range. Bows and arrows from all ages as well as a rather impressive collection of throwing knives lay amidst the firearms. You might even find the odd slingshot or two if you really look hard enough. But target practice is target practice which makes this the perfect time to engage in some friendly competition with your neighbor, regardless
of the weapon.
Combat Instruction;
Perhaps some of you come from a world where war is the furthest thing from your mind. Where the worst you have to worry about is whether or not you passed that last exam or when that girl down the street might finally notice you. But to some, your recruitment into the battle against the Ayakashi is just one more stage in the mundane fight that's followed you for most of your life. There's novices and experts alike and this is where both can come together to share their skills. We're all in this together brogamis.
The Water Cooler;
More like a whole corner of the gym that's stocked with not only water, but juice, energy drinks, power bars and all manner of refreshments. There's a pile of clean towels for those of you that really work up a sweat and a bin for you to kindly dispose of them. After a hard day of hitting the gym, it's always nice to relax, unwind, maybe shoot the shit with a few new friends. Or enemies. No one said you had to get along and that was the last bag of chips after all.
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How the heck did you do that? [Did he really want to know? (Too late now- he's already voiced the question.) But you know- guardrails are strong on purpose. To bend them for an 'art project'... this guy must be crazy-strong? (Emphasis on the 'crazy'.)]
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He did.
Minamimoto's response is immediate, and he actually drops his megaphone before shoving himself off to go skidding down the heap with practiced ease. ] Force equations! Force equals mass times acceleration. Kinematics! [ Yukine, you've done it now. He's whipped out a black marker, and he's scribbling an elaborate diagram (complete with accompanying equations) on some relatively flat surface. ]
Calculate the bending moment and the maximum deflection. Add these forces at these points, and crunch! I create pure beauty.
[ Beneath the megalomania and the ever present threat of spontaneous violence is a frustrated nerdy artist. ]
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And while the terms are passingly familiar (he's only at a junior high level, after all), he looks at the equations, growing interested despite himself.]
... Physics? You created this thing thinking about math?
[Still not seeing the 'pure beauty'. But hey- he does like math...
Like it. Not crazy-over-it like this guy seems to be.]
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[ The calculus is a bit much, but the diagrams are rather revealing on an intuitive level, at least. Distinctly pleased for the moment, Minamimoto offers a particularly unhinged grin to the kid. ]
And I can solve 'em all.
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[-especially coupled with that manic grin. (It sends a shiver up his back.) But then, he doesn't know who this god is yet, either. What if he was a big-name with the potential power to back up that claim?]
You know, I haven't heard yet- what's your name?
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[ Minamimoto's eyes are bright with a distinct predatory intensity, and his introduction comes with an almost sing-song lilt on each syllable of his name: ]
Su-sa-no-o.
[ You know, only kind of a big deal. ]
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Ah. Enough of a big deal that it's one of the handful of names that Yukine ... well, at least has heard of. (If the guy was expecting an awed reaction, he'll be disappointed.)]
Susano'o-sama, then.
[Huh. So happens he just might have the power to back his claim up? There was no telling what these new gods might do anyway...]
I'm Yukine, a shinki.
[He feels no need to give the full formal list of his names. This guy probably wouldn't care anyway.]
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(That it is pure formality doesn't matter.) ]
Heh. Just which zero d'you serve, anyway?
[ That's a more interesting question. Someone held the leash to the kid, after all. ]
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His name is Yato.
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So. You become a free agent if someone makes that zero a permanent null?
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It takes him a sec, but he gets what he's asking around the math-speak.]
Actually, no. If the god is resurrected the shinki stay theirs.
[He's-- he's just going to not think about the very real possibility of what would happen to him if Yato doesn't resurrect. Nor the fact that the replaced gods disappeared completely, their shinki included.
He arches an eyebrow.]
Why'd you ask?
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Well, that was interesting data to add to the set. He doesn't even try to hide how smugly amused he is. ]
Can't win the game if you don't know the rules.
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He gets what the guy said, but not what everything meant. Win what? What's the game?]
If the 'game' is figuring out how and why you came here, I'm sure a lot of others would like to join in.
[Not that this guy looks like much of a team player, seriously. But he'll try.]
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[ Well, it makes sense to Sho, at least. ]
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What even do you win?
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My rightful place at the top of the heap. I'll become the god of mathematics.
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... right. I thought you were already 'the god of chaos theory in action'. [He shrugs.] If you want to be a god of mathematics too though, there's nothing stopping you, really.
[And that's an honest answer. Yato is going from god of calamity to god of fortune, after all. And let's face it, if he can do it, anyone can.]