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

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

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What is there to explain? It was a glitch. The man that you overheard loves to remind me of it. Now if you'll excuse me... I've only so much time to waste.

[Waving a hand dismissively, Douman turns around to leave. He won't let the other find out that his blood had just run cold at the chance of being discovered, or how relieved he is that the other seems to be assuming that he's simply sharing in his bad habit of decorating oneself with the magnificent feathers of a well-known name.]

[ The only warning Nurarihyon gets is a quiet, frustrated sigh.

Once he's taken a few steps, it's like a tripwire's been activated. A thin circle is drawn in the ground in prismatic, rainbow light, just large enough to fit the two men inside as they are. With the light comes a sudden incredible weight, pushing down, down, down onto Nurarihyon's back until it's forced him onto the grass no matter how long or intently he tries to fight it.

On Nurarihyon's way down, Seimei takes the few step's worth back in closing their distance, kneeling down to be closer to the youkai's level. ]

As I said, you aren't being given a choice.

Wh- Gkh!! You...!?!!

[He hisses as the pressure keeps being added. For a moment Douman detests his human form, the human legs and their human-like strength that folds under the weight that's nothing but Seimei's magic. A part of him roars in defiance of being brought to his knees by somebody who dares call himself Seimei, but the rational part of him recognizes the spell and knows that it is better to go along with it for now because it really will break his legs if he pushes against it too much.]

You -!!

[His words are pure poison as he glares at the other, the front of his chest propped against the thigh of a leg that he's stubbornly positioned beneath him. Douman absolutely refuses to kneel before Seimei. He refuses to be brought to his knees! Not even the gods can do that anymore! His eyes dart around the layout of the magic circle that's trapped him like that of a trapped beast, assessing and calculating his new cage.

He could get out this. Even if his being a youkai would leave him severely burned, Douman is still confident that he can break the formation - if he uses his own magic as an Onmyoji without holding back. The thought has him curl a hand into a tight fist against the cloth that covers his leg. He hates being trapped like this, but having to reveal himself to this guy is even more unacceptable-!

Looking up, he stares at Seimei with eyes that promise his death the moment he makes the first mistake even as Douman shifts to sit properly. Out of his own accord, not because he is being forced.]

Fine. If that is how you want to do this, then we shall.

Very good.

[ Once again he sits, just as leisurely as he'd been when Nurarihyon found him, and takes a moment to simply...look at the youkai before him. It's a difficult expression to place, clearly intent on finding something, but what is a complete mystery until he finally decides to speak again. ]

I heard something very interesting the other day. Someone told me my life has been transcribed into children's stories of all things, of a clever and righteous hero loved by all.

[ There's a hint of honest derision in there, as if the idea itself is absurd, and. Well. It is. Even with the amount of people here who've approached him with awe and a hero-worshipping sparkle in their eyes, that history would remember him in such a favorable light...he can't quite imagine it. ]

Stranger still, Douman-dono is the villain in many of these stories. An old fool jealous of my standing, who resorts to lying, cheating, and stealing to come anywhere close to pretending to be my equal. This, this is how they're remembered and seen by the world.

Which makes me wonder why anyone would want to take the name of such a scoundrel. To have nothing to call their own but failure and hatred.

[What does this bastard think he is, a trained dog!? Douman is going to rip out his entrails and stuff the resulting cavity full with curses the moment this foxy bastard starts feeling like he got away with this! Rrrrrrgh, of all the indignities that Seimei had even the gall to (indirectly) inflict on him . . . !

Seimei will find his searching gaze met with the stony glare of mismatched eyes that betray nothing besides what should already be more than obvious.]

Yes. "Seimei of Justice and the Evil Douman." I'm familiar with the stories. [His voice is back to being black velvet again, a low subtle purr of a tiger. But make no mistake. This tiger is hunting.] Seimei is always depicted as some almighty paragon of good, but his rival's role is a little more diverse since barely anything is known about him besides his name. The only thing that truly matters is that he is Seimei's enemy. Isn't it only natural that that will play out differently depening on whether you listen to stories that were written for kids or those that were made for adults?

And you make another mistake.

[Douman waits for a moment to let his words sink in before he continues.]

What you talk about are stories written by and for humans. In ayakashi lore both Abe no Seimei and Ashiya Douman are nothing more but rotten serial killers, spooks to tell your children about to scare them into behaving. You've already gone and claimed Seimei's name, so why shouldn't I take the other one? Or do you suddenly think that that's bad taste?

And you continue to make the mistake of insisting I'm some kind of impostor.

[ Just getting that out there and on the record. The youkai seems bound and determined not to believe Seimei is who he is for whatever reason, but he's not about to entertain the idea that they're both simply name stealing rascals for any longer than necessary. Sure, Douman would likely be delighted at the news someone's borrowed her name to mess with him, but that assumes it's something she was never aware of happening... ]

A nurarihyon taking the name of a notorious ayakashi slayer...why? To inspire more fealty than you already do, and through fear at that?

[ His tone makes it clear he isn't buying that. A nurarihyon hardly needs anything other than his very existence to get other youkai to listen to him, and any 'leader' worth their salt knows fear is only effective for so long.

No, something else is going on here. And they're sitting in this circle until he figures out what it is. ]

Am I?

[Another pleased purr, before he remarks almost offhandedly.]

You reek of fox, even when you aren't actually running around as one.

[He almost wishes that they had some tea between them right now, just so that Douman could play with the other by taking his dear time filling himself a cup while the other fumbles for his next move. Will he deny it? Or think of some clever explanation, or simply laugh it off? Whatever it'll be, it won't be enough.]

But if you really must know . . . I knew him, quite intimately at that. But that was ....how many lifetimes ago? One, or maybe twenty?

[ Despite himself, the 'reeking of fox' comment gets a downward twitch of his brow. Another easy distraction he won't humor. What he is isn't of consequence here, it's who he is.

And besides... ]

If you knew Douman-dono at all, you'd know he wouldn't have wanted me killed so directly.

[Okay, that's getting a genuine laugh out of him. How very far off the mark and yet so incredibly close to it.]

Are you so sure about that? Well, it was just a game where we all played our little parts, wasn't it?

Not my fault that you couldn't tell a Gnosia from an ayakashi.

Yes, I am.

Something that anti-climactic wouldn't have been any fun at all.

Poor me. I will have to apologize at their grave the next time I get there, then.

[He is clearly gloating now, to the point where Douman himself notices and has to remind himself to rein it in.]

If it's any consolation to you, I found it rather satisfying myself. It has been so long since I last hunted directly~

[that's not only a boldfaced lie, but also so much bullshit that Karasuma would have fallen out of his seat howling with laughter if he'd heard it]

Ah yes, an honor to have been the prey of such a shrewd and vicious predator.

[ Okay, that was a little more immature than he wanted it to be. But come on, dude, your natural prey is sake and tobacco, get out of here with that 'ooh so long since I've hunted' nonsense. ]

Quite. And since we agree, that's a good cue to take my leave.

[He could point out that one doesn't assemble and remains in charge of a whole Hyakki Yakou just by being polite and slippery, but that's never been the point.]

No, I think we disagree on that point.

[ There's a moment's thought, and with a casual stretch of his arms behind his back he makes to stand. ]

I, however, could use a rest from the absurdity you've put in front of me today. To that end, I will be taking my leave for a short while. You can use the time to consider whether this lie is amusing enough to keep hold of.

[ The shikigami hops back down onto an outstretched hand, offering a polite bow down at its former master. Seimei, meanwhile, only offers a look down his nose at the esteemed supreme commander of all youkai. He hadn't considered getting involved in this training camp because ~~his player was on hiatus~~ he isn't really the teaching type, but for now... ]

I'll see to those expecting your instruction outside. It wouldn't do to punish innocent would-be students because of your own stubbornness after all.

[Douman's teeth grit so hard that he's tasting blood inside his mouth, but centuries of teaching others allow him to retain his cool outwardly. All he does is to let his breath out in a low "hooooooo~"

He should probably thank this guy for fanning his inner flames like that. Douman hasn't felt this deeply, personally pissed off in a long time. It's going to make this very easy.]

No need.

[With a "SNAP" of his fingers he both withdraws his magic from the shikigami and fills it up to the brim with his essence as a youkai instead. The result is that the paper looks like it's fading rapidly, but only for a moment. Then Seimei touches the outer border of his little youkai trap and the shikigami bursts into flame, perishing like a moth that was held into the flame by none other than Seimei himself. At the same time a small series of pops and crackles can be heard from the direction of Douman's patch of the training area, leaving little doubt that all of his other shikigami are now gone as well.

But that isn't enough. The moment the shikigami's little lightshow of a 'death' distracted Seimei's focus, Douman scratched a small little something into the ground beneath him. Of course it's not enough to break Seimei's magic barrier. Douman just added a little extra to the magical setup.

It's a little something that will make sure that Seimei will be caught and kept from leaving just as much as Douman from now on ♥ ]

I didn't give you permission to leave yet either, young man.

But don't worry, as you saw I just took care of my training setup. All the shikigami and even the poster are gone. ....All but the field with the active buried curses and other malignant magics. You see, I had to make them pretty nasty for training purposes, so they will need to be disabled in person.

If somebody stumbles unto them while we are wasting time having our little 'talk' it will be your fault, Seimei-kun~

[He smirks as he sits placidly on his little add-on to Seimei's circle.]

[ He really shouldn't have let himself get so distracted for so long. The snap, crackle, and pop of the detonating shikigami have him looking in the direction of the noises instead of back at youkai most certainly responsible for them.

Once he does that extra carving is already in place, and the digits of his hand that had been caught outside the barrier at that moment begin to burn, as if they were both being crushed and scalded in boiling water at the same time, causing him to yank it back with a grunt of pain. He just so happens to recognize what Nurarihyon's done as well, enough to know there's no enduring the pain long enough to just shove himself out with brute force.

Even across eras, the look on Seimei's face when he turns back to face Nurarihyon is loud and clear.

Seriously??? ]

...I stand corrected. You are like her.

[A muffled laugh rings softly out of Douman's mask.]

Trapping a tiger is easy, but being trapped with the tiger not as much, is it?

If the "tiger" was all I needed to worry over, perhaps.

[ He shakes his hand to try and shoo the leftover pain out of it, glaring daggers down at the Nurarihyon. ]

You can believe I am whoever you want, but if Ashiya Douman's influence is here in any way, I need to know. More than the innocents you're dangling over my head could be harmed if it's left unchecked.

Suit yourself.

[He shrugs his shoulders as he sits back. Douman's anger is far from gone, but he's fine with letting it simmer for now. You don't become a master of curses if you're rash. You need to let it stew, let your enemy entangle themselves in it and then milk it for all it's worth in order to get the most potent of curses.

And likewise, you need to thread carefully when you set out to undo them.]

Why do you even care that much? Didn't you yourself just call them pretty much a fraud?

In stories she is, however that idea managed to stick in people's minds.

She would thrive in a place like this, full of chaos and confusion, the perfect pieces for whatever new game enters her mind wherever you look. And she cares nothing, nothing of the consequences of whatever havoc she wreaks.

[ There's a pause, taking a moment to consider his next words carefully. The youkai still doubts him, that much is clear, but he's being very serious with his concern here, although forceful in his way of showing it. Maybe...maybe just a little bit of humbling himself in front of the petty old coot will do the situation some favors. ]

I cannot stop her outright. But I know how to handle her. To keep her entertained and the would-be victims of a lost game safe. So...please.

"She", huh? Let me guess, Ashiya Douman was actually a sexy babe and you two had some delicious tension-filled friction between each other from time to time.

[The very idea is so absurd that Douman doesn't even have to fake his laugh. Even though the rest of this Seimei's idea about him is pretty inmsulting.

Mmmmh. But he'd be lying if he claimed that he wouldn't have liked that level of respect and faith in his powers from the real Seimei.

Oh well, it's all water under the bridge since the real Seimei is long dead and Douman isn't going to let anybody have Haruaki-kun's soul to bring him back again. Forget fake fame and let's concentrate on the real respect he has gained in his second life instead.]

My, my, my~ You know what I am, right? An useless old bag whose only powers are to invade others homes and sip their tea. Why, I couldn't even dream to ever truly haunt or harm a human!

How could somebody like me ever be of help to the great Abe no Seimei? Or are you threatening to do the same to me as you did to my little shikigami? Not even batting an eye at the little fellow's death even though it was your new friend was terribly cold of you, by the way.

[Now show him how much the other likes to be the one being baited.]

[ Huh??? Seimei's brows knit in clear confusion, unable to stop himself from leaning closer ever-so-slightly as if he's suddenly not seeing or hearing Nurarihyon correctly. ]

What are you even talking about...?

[ Well since keeping his annoyance in check is out the window, he folds his arms and pinches the bridge of his nose. He can't imagine beating against this door some more is going to get him anywhere closer to his goal, but he also can't sit and wait around for Nurarihyon to get bored. He needs some way of speeding this along. ]

If you insist on harming others simply to make a point, then yes. That would be sufficient grounds to exorcise you.

Be my guest and try it , Onmyoji!

[Douman's voice is a lively angry hiss as he suddenly jerks forward and right into Seimei's face. Exorcise him. Him! The very idea is ridiculous, not that this fool can know about it!

After all no stories ever warn you that Nurarihyon can't be exorcised. He enters houses, shrines and even temples when- and wherever the hell he pleases! Not even Seimei's full, unbridled power can do more than burn him a little. And this little vixen's ass is going to be more than just a little signed when Douman is done with him.

Chuckling darkly, Douman returns to his proper sitting form.]

I am not insisting on anything. It's you who insists on keeping this little farce up by keeping the magic circle going. Tell me, do you really expect that you can just trap a youkai leader and treat me like that and then get off just because you said "please" when things don't go quite like planned?

[ He doesn't flinch as the tall, angry supreme commander of demons flings himself into Seimei's face, but his eyes do narrow dangerously, a telltale sign that he is indeed considering doing just that.

It's true, he doesn't know that, on top of which he doesn't know much about what nurarihyon are capable of simply due to the fact of what they are. They could indeed be more than slipping into houses and mooching, it just isn't written down, and trying to put one down with only what he has on hand and his wits might not be the easiest thing he's ever attempted.

But he's attempted some pretty dangerous things thus far, and out of every option in front of him the absolute worst would be showing any fear this far in. ]

So then what is it you want to atone for such "mistreatment", hm? Go on.

[Douman considers for a moment and then promptly picks the most cruel answer.]

Nothing.

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

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