thenearshore

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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.

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[Yuuki is, shock and surprise, armed with a sword. However, she won't just go out and practice by herself. There's not much she can train at without properly moving targets, honestly.

So instead, she'll just watch people as they train, taking in their movements. Even if noticed, she'll only grin and wave with all the cheer in the world. Nothing wrong with seeing how others do, right?

On the other hand, if you need a sparring partner? Getting her to join you will be a piece of cake. Really, just you try her.]

[ When, why, and how would all be perfectly reasonable questions to ask about the present situation.

But answers, predictably, aren't going to be forthcoming from the resident megalomanical artist. At some point, a great heap of what is apparently garbage appears in of the sparring rings, and it's sheer luck that no one is using it when Minamimoto makes his grand entrance. Teleporting the finished artwork in takes some imagination, but he's overall satisfied with the height of his weirdly stacked random junk and scrap metal.

Hey, training with zeros is clearly garbage, but watching them from atop his heap and jeering seems like a reasonable use of his time. He's sprawled comfortably across the tail end of a car that was sticking nearly upright in the pile, looking as smug as a cat on some particularly satisfactory perch.

Loosely held in one of Sho's hands is a megaphone, perfect for inflicting color commentary and random nonsensical math-speak on the unwary. ]

Edited 2016-04-05 03:25 (UTC)

Hey, look at that!

[Tsuzuki slings a quiver over one shoulder, and picks up one of the bows, glancing over at the archery butts lined up downrange. It's been a couple of years since Hisoka showed him the proper posture, but he's pretty sure he remembers the basics, and a bit of long range practice wouldn't be a bad idea.

Maybe he can try tying ofuda to the arrows....]

I didn't know they kept the archery range in the gym. Hey, have you ever tried? Want to give it a shot?

Water Cooler

[ For once, she's sitting by the refreshment stock without Kazuma in sight. Maybe she sent him off to kick some ass. Who knows? But she's got a box of Caloriemate and a bottle of water for him if he gets back. She doesn't seem to be dressed for training. Just a simple dress and a shawl over her shoulders. Clearly she's only come to observe rather than participate. But if she is approached, she will turn her attention to you matched with an offered towel.

Come take a break? She looks kind of bored to start. ]

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Combat Instruction

[ She's decided to pull herself up from the bleachers/benches/near the water cooler and actually wander around. It sounds like a good idea to assess the new recruits, after all. While mingling with them during the welcoming banquet was a good idea, she didn't have enough time to see if everyone was combat capable. Now is a great time. And maybe test them. Yeah. Testing sounds like a good idea, too. After all, if you're out there on the field, Ayakashi aren't going to wait until you're facing them to attack.

So you'll probably catch sight of her by the corner of your eye. She might be watching your stance, head tilted and hand resting on her chin. But when you blink, she might have moved on or she might have disappeared entirely. If she's moved on, you may be safe. Heck, you can even probably ask her to spar with you. But if she's disappeared, you'd better move....

Because there's the blade end of a bamboo sword being swung right at your head. ]

[ It had surprised Hisoka somewhat when they'd gotten the invite. It's such a practical idea to share information and train together, and it takes absolutely no convincing on anyone's part to get him there. It's just too bad that, now that he's here, actually being properly social isn't his style. He's going the whole nine yards today, practicing kyudo in traditional Japanese garb. He's a patient, precise archer that takes care to observe each step of the proper technique.

He'll take some breaks, though, and end up trying to surreptitiously watch anyone else out there to see what they're capable of or might even approach them if they seem too out of their element. ]

Edited 2016-04-09 23:13 (UTC)

[Choosing to leave Veena's side for just a little bit, Kazuma chose to take his time and idley watch as people pair up and faught. Perhaps he could be enticed into a battle or two, especially if one cared to get a lesson in hard knocks. After all, Kazuma is one of the original shinkis here and already taught one particular student.]

Ever since arriving, Shepard hasn't allowed herself the chance to mingle with the other residents of the far shore. At first it was just out of stubbornness -- she didn't need attachments to a place she had no intention of staying -- but really it isn't like her not to get familiar with those around her. If nothing else they could prove to be a source of allies, information and the like. At this point she was only hurting herself. And it looks like there would be no lack of new people to rub shoulders with either, so there was no time like the present to polish her skills.

That's what draws her to the refreshment table, towel draped around her neck after a brief but vigorous workout. She's got a bottle of powerade in hand she tosses it at the first person who looks like they could use it. "Catch!"

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