[training mingle] Let's get down the business!

[traumaticus]

Who: Everyone out there!
Where: Outskirts of the Aldrip - Training Grounds
What: It's time for the Boot(y) Camp! The Chosen of Aldrip have all been invited to train, learn and spar!
Warnings: Other than the general violence? TBA..!



It is early morning on the 9th of September. The sun is shining, the air is fresh and nicely brisk, which means that it is just perfect time for Aldrip's first ever group training! How did you find your way there? Who knows! Maybe you were one of the people who saw the original announcement on the network, or noticed posters about it around Adlrip. Or maybe you were brought here by friendly white boar. Well, whatever the reason is what matters is that you are here. Welcome.

The empty field near the outskirts of the City has been transformed into a makeshift training camp. There are couple of tents set up around the camp. Some of them work as rather simplified armories containing pretty limited amount of blades, axes, armors, firearms, bows and arrows and what have you. Feel free to pick your poison, so to speak, but be sure to return what you borrow. Richard is keeping an eye on the weapons and will notice if something goes missing. Of course, characters are more than welcomed to use their own weapons and armors etc. Other tents are for resting, ER practice and dining. The lunch is sponsored by the Sandwich Hut.

The official training areas and their respective teachers/staff are the following:

Spiritual training/magic: Kurama, Douman, Kakashi
First-aid: Ethlyn, Morph, Bones
Rescue training: Morph, Bones
Hand-to-hand combat: Jirk Jim & Spock, Kakashi
Tech support: Jirk Jim & Spock
Fire arms: Caitlyn, Levi
Swords & Melee: Richard, Hiei
Archery: Richard
Survival skills: Richard, Kurama
Military training: Jim & Spock, Miller, Richard
Endurance training: Bones
Lunch: Junpei (and Whitey the Albino Boar)

If there is an activity a character would like to do that isn't included in the list that's no problem. Feel free to create your own top-level with said activity or you know! Just the usual stuff that varies from silly hang-out to whatever your heart desires.

Also for references sake: here is the OG ooc info post about regarding the mingle

Comments

do what you will with this

[cursegod]

[In recent days, Dara has chosen to stay deep in the woods since having an angry "fit" and thoroughly "cleansing" herself of clown germs. The residual miasma she gives off has increased with her poor mood, so the self-imposed banishment makes sense to not mess with the still-glitching city. However, the training grounds has pulled her out from the shadows with all its commotion. Curiosity killed the cat...but she can bring it back as a bakeneko, so what's the harm?

It should be fine to take a quick look around in with her human mimicry in place, right? Who would notice a curse god strolling about, leaking traces of dark energy here & there?]

Fuck.

[Busy enough scoping the place out has her wandering to a stop in front of the sign. Like walking unknowingly into the enclosure of some guard dogs, Dara freezes. "recognizing malignant magic...evading & first aid for curses..." Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck. She's really not in the mood to handle a possible exorcism in the middle of a busy place.

So Dara does a quick 180 to speed-walk in the opposite direction of those shikigami.]

I hope this works! if not just lmk! o7

[nuraridouman]

[Douman actually notices her a lot sooner than she does his little setup, ridiculous as it is. (But that's the point of it. Be so out there that people just have to stop and gape.) Or better said - it's her aura that tips him off. It's not all that unfamiliar, yet at the same time this particular scent of misery and curses is all new and alien enough that it has him raise his head and subtly shift his mask as he cranes his neck to find the source of it.

When he spots her he has to admit that her disguise is good. Not perfect, but more than serviceable around your average common man. Only those specialized in the arts with a certain amount of power as well as their own kind and gods would catch that something's going on. .......But that's what makes him curious. He hasn't exactly been subtle about broadcasting his persence here, so if they're the same kind, then why hasn't she sought him out? Or does she lack the means or knowledge (history?) to do so? It's all most curious.

Douman watches Dara nearly fall over his business ad from his nearby perch, allowing a quick grin to himself when he sees her blanch only to frown at what she's doing next. Trying to run away? No, no, that won't do at all!

So he uses Divine Step and his lack of a presence as a Nurarihyon to materialize right behind her the moment she'll stop to check if she'd been seen.]

Now, now~ Hasn't anybody ever told you that trying to run from the Uncanny is the worst thing you can do? It'll attract their attention.

[cursegod]

[Dara only stops when she's out of the training venue and far enough away from prying eyes. Or just...any living thing in a certain radius. Not that she cares if her tail comes out and squashes someone to death, but she hates that kind of limelight. Not her jam.

But hey, it helps that he's given up the obvious chance of trying to hit her with a curse-killing beam or whatever this stranger might have up his sleeve. And the man's sudden appearance helps her to reevaluate what he may be; any sort of anxiety she portrayed earlier disappears in a heartbeat.]

ANNOYING!

[Layers of skin unfurl from their wrapped state around Dara's arms, and then suddenly there's six in total. A set crossed over her chest, two hands on her hips, and one making a jabbing motion at that stupid mask! Poke, poke, poke motherfucker!]

Y'know, things haven't already been terrible enough for me, and now I have to deal with one of you guys?! [POKE. POKE.] Damn it, this world's out to get me, huh? [POKE.] Giving me a heart attack with that sort of setup back there.

[Before she can break the poor mask, the curse god gives a loud huff of discontent as she folds those pokey hands on top of her previous folded ones. Obviously someone is letting off a bit of steam here, but Douman isn't the real target of her anger.]

[nuraridouman]

[Poke poke poke she goes, and each time a small anger mark pops up in response. Doesn't she know that he still feels it when she's literally pushing his mask against his face? That thing's painted wood, not some squishy mascot head!

She's lucky that she's still too curious for Douman, because otherwise she'd have a couple of exorcism-singed fingers by now. Instead she'll get treated to the full-on 'Principal, 0% affinity' experience.]

My apologies. You suddenly turned pale and ran away, so I felt it prudent to see if you were alright.

[His voice is smooth and absolutely not worried about her as he crosses his arms in a casual manner in front of his torso, indirectly mimicking hers. That Douman's fingers are hidden beneath his sleeves that way is just a by-product, he assures you.]

I'm not aware of what guys you are talking about, but I must say that you are the second-most skittish bad-lucky-bringer that I have seen so far.

[cursegod]

[For her part, Dara disregards the mismatch of tone & words because she immediately clocks where his hands are placed. A classic move if he was an onmyoji. The god feigns ignorance. Still, the observation leaves a bad taste in her mouth-- he's a little TOO similar to her, huh? Maybe another human onmyoji taken too deep to the other side...She's not sure if she likes that possibility. Yet the pieces seem to be matching up based on those training lessons and shikigami from earlier.]

Second-most? [The flabbergasted look on Dara's face is genuine.] That'd be a major insult if "skittish" didn't come first.

[Another huff and a single hand waves dismissively:] Anyways, I mean you guys as in yokai. I would've said you better not eat any of the souls here on my watch, but I guess I don't have to worry too much since you were helping out back there. Ugh, if there's more of you... [Grumble grumble.] ...This isn't even my mountain, so why'd I gotta... [grumblegrumblegrumble]

[Dara muttering to herself is certainly not the first impression she'd want to give anyone. Then again, it just goes to show how little she regards yokai. She had exorcised them when she was alive, and she has executed them even in godhood when she felt like it. Douman may or may not be an onmyoji, but he is also unmistakably more of one identity than the other. To her, at least.]

[nuraridouman]

Yes, the second-most. I fear another one has you beat to it, although that's hardly a win to congratulate anybody on.

[It'd be also hard to beat the terror a kid had felt when he was discarded as a god and tossed into the world of youkai instead, just because his particular powers hadn't fitted in with the rest of his fortune-commanding family and had thus gone tragically untrained until the inevitable had happened. Sano-kun made a commendable recovery from it over time, but Douman had seen how he had been at the beginning. He doesn't blame him for wanting to discard both his original name and his pedigree at all.

And of course this one seems to be some god as well, go figure.]

Ahh. I should have guessed. [No matter how often he encounters it, the supremacist species thinking of gods never fails to be annoying. Douman clicks his tongue under his breath before moving on.] Unfortunately for you, there seem to be others of my ilk about, although I have nothing to do with them. And shouldn't I be the one to question your motives with the way that just seeing my offers have send you running?

Ah, pardon me my lack of manners, too. I am Nurarihyon.