The Initial Charge

[Jonokuchi]

It was early but Jonokuchi had been up for a couple of hours, preparing the training hall for the initial training session between himself and Asp, and whomever else showed up. Sumo was to be shared and cherished by all rather than kept away from the masses. It was what every martial art strives to be; traditional, competitive and honourable.

The hall had been transformed due to Jonokuchi's hard work. A large ring had been laid out using sandbags for the edge, a raised border indicating to the rikishi when they are near to defeat, the diameter of the ring being 15 shaku. An easy thing for a Warlock to accomplish. A layer of sand was spread within the ring with some spread to the outside of the sandbags, a way of indicating if one of the combatants had stepped beyond the boundary.

At the centre were two white-lines, shikiri-sen, the place where each wrestler would start their bout at the tachi-ai, and in Jonokuchi's mind the most important aspect of the bout, and would be where the Warlock planned on starting the training. Not far away was a table already laden with rolls, a pot of stew, several jugs of water and fruit juice. It was going to be a hard session. On the floor were several wrestling loincloths to practice with.

Once he was happy, Jonokuchi spread his eyes out across the dohyo and nodded, satisfied.

[Teeramus]

Cast in preparation

  

Date		Action		Roll		Result
2014-07-03 09:06:07		Striker rolls 1 to Parradox (10 Again)		9		1 success
2014-07-03 08:12:52		Striker rolls 4 to Transform Base Life (Gnosis + Life) (10 Again)		3, 6, 10, 8, 5		2 successes

Dressed in his usual jeans, t-shirt with pinned up left sleeve, and steel-toed boots, Striker entered the hall. He'd enhanced his endurance earlier, not so that he could show off, but so that he could train harder and for longer. He'd sucked up the paradox the universe threw at him, hoping it would have settled down before the training began.

"Bloody hell." Striker exclaimed entering the hall and seeing the impressive, yet unfamiliar set-up. He looks around at the equipment and layout before walking over to Jonokuchi.

"So we're gonna do some honest to god sumoing hey?" he asks the massive man still looking around at the impressive amount of work that's been done to prepare the place.

[Teeramus]

Correct roll for Honing the Form. Also I should have taken off 1 die for Paradox (sorry), however in this case it makes no difference.

  2 suxx Honing the Form (Stamina)

Date		Action		Roll		Result
2014-07-03 09:07:18		Striker rolls 8 to Honing the Form (Stamina)(Vulgar) (Rote Res+Ath+Lif+HS=8) (10 Again)		4, 10, 1, 3, 1, 9, 1, 5, 4		2 successes
2014-07-03 09:06:07		Striker rolls 1 to Parradox (10 Again)		9		1 success

[Jonokuchi]

Jonokuchi's head snapped towards the voice and he relaxed slightly when he realised it was Striker, and cursed himself for being so preoccupied as to have forgotten his morning spells. No matter. He will do so shortly, before the training begins in earnest. It was part of his morning routine he still required to think about.

Which was quite ironic.

"Striker," the Warlock greets with a nod. Then an amused look, a slip in the stoic mask. "What were you expecting?"

[Teeramus]

"Well not this." Striker replied casually. "I dunno, I usually just train wherever I can an' count meself lucky if there's nothing sharp around to injure yourself on."

Still looking around Striker notices the loincloths, "You're not expecting us to wear those g-strings are ya Jono?" he asks the sumo sceptically.

[Jonokuchi]

"It is a mawashi, Striker," Jonokuchi replied plainly, glancing over towards the training loincloths. "They are a necessary part of the training."

A small smirk. "Trust me, they grow on you."

The Warlock turned and gave a nod to Asp. "No need to thank me. We have yet to begin. Thank me if you learn something."

It was the sumo's self-hate that caused his modesty. He had never acted as a teacher before. This may end poorly but without trying he would never know.

"Have either of you seen witness a sumo match before?" he enquires.

[Teeramus]

Striker winced at the thought of a g-string or ma-washi growing on him. I didn't sound comfortable.

"Nah mate." Striker responds to Jonokuchi's question. "Not really anyway."

[Jaqen]

   1 potency Unseen Shield -2m

Date		Action		Roll		Result
2014-07-04 23:32:18		Magni rolls 7 to Combination Spell: Prime Sight/ Forces Shield (HS, -1 24hr) (10 Again)		4, 5, 1, 6, 2, 5, 8		1 success

OOC: Sorry about the late entrance. Meant to post last night >.< 4ths been super busy.

Magni had finished putting away his things in his spot of the barracks the night before, waking up he went through his usual routine, eyes and shield...though the eyes didn't come easy today it seemed. With a shrug, he dressed. The viking came out dressed in a pair of fitting but maneuverable jeans, a grey tank top that showed the blacksmith was indeed rather mascular if it wasn't readily apparent by his large frame before a pair of combat boots and carrying what looked like a nightstick. Some might know it as a tonfa...well he had mentioned swinging stick earlier?

AS he entered he gave a whistle before speaking in that thick icelandic accent. "Well wouldja look at this place. Cleans up real nice." Then his eyes fell to the training loincloths and an eyebrow raised, an amusing expression to say the least. He didn't say anything, not wanting to insult another culture...besides, maybe the lady folk would have to wear them too?