[enma]

Today was the day. Enma had been training for so long and used his painting skills to bring forth a tyrant army. He spent so much money on an intricate set of units that would come to hopefully dominate Jun's puny forces. The sheer hours spent, sleep lost and training missed to come prepared for battle was incalculable. Returning the books meant more than simply saying "I'm done", it meant that war was to be waged in 80K.

The books weren't for nothing, as Enma had found a new hobby and a burning desire to win war. Was he a budding warmonger? Would he bring terror to Japan? No, it was simply the world of 80K that captivated him and a desire to have a return on investment with the hyper-fixation. It might not last forever, so here he was. In the room relegated to activities such as this, he would have mountains of perfectly painted figurines.

Hulking units, elites, Space Seals and if needed, ships. Whatever Jun would bring, he would be ready. Bags hung under his eyes and he meticulously inspected each and every unit to make sure he hadn't left a flaw on them. One may look at him and say, "are you okay?". He's never been better.

junsuina

[junsuina]

[attr="class","bmsk"] in blackest night... Enma had reached out and was ready for a battle. It was so quick that Jun wasn't expecting it. Thankfully, she already had a battlefield set up in one of the rooms, and despite the forest setup that was meticulous Jun would always say that she would eventually revamp it into something better. So when she showed up, two boxes and a bag over her shoulder, ready to do battle she would pause in the doorway and look over the amassed army that had been assembled. "Oh, wow," she says, moving over to set the boxes aside to inspect Enma's army. "That is so good! Where did you-" she stopped as she looked at him, blinking. She recognized that look. The only reason why she knew that look is because she had subjected herself to the same. On top of working on props at Rising Phoenix, she also kitbashed there to put things on display, spruce up the establishment a bit more. On top of that she also studied, and trained, and did intern work. She strained herself far beyond what should be allowed. And she saw that now in Enma's face. "You doing okay there? We uh, can wait a day at least. Let you catch up on some sleep." It'd also lighten the blow she was no doubt going to give to him...but that was the part of her brain that was overestimating her capabilities. enma

[newclass=.bmsk:hover]position: relative; z-index: 2; opacity: 1; -webkit-transition: all 1s ease;[/newclass][newclass=.bmsk]position: relative; z-index: 2; opacity: 0; -webkit-transition: all 1s ease;[/newclass]

✿

[enma]

It was a soft spot that Enma was a decent artist, specializing in calligraphy where his father specialized in detailing sports goods. He didn't like being recognized as an artist, only wanting to be seen as a tactician and a swordsman. Maybe it was the comparison that could be drawn between his father and him or the stoic warrior spirit engrained into his body by his grandfather. Regardless of what it was, his skills came full-force when it came to the painting of figurines.

There was the matter of his sleepless state. Jun probably saw it as weakness, that he had compromised his health recklessly. Enma never felt better. Staring back at her, he sat amid his army. "My mind is clear and I am ready for battle." In polite terms, he essentially wanted to express how prepared he was to absolutely crush her in a game of 80K. Death would come for the units of Jun and he wouldn't back down.

"Are you prepared to face what you've created?" The sleep deprivation made him a bit more dramatic as there was a delirious element to his attitude. Was this real life or was he steeped in eternal space war?

junsuina

[junsuina]

[attr="class","bmsk"] in blackest night... Huh. Well, that was...something. A part of Jun told her that she shouldn't follow through at least for today, but he seemed so willing and eager...it'd be a shame if she let him down. She had no choice but to grind his spirit into the dirt. She let out a few small laughs, scratching the side of her face as she took a step back. "Quite well. The skulls of your units will make fine additions to the skull throne!" She began to set down her boxes, moving her bag around to pull out a notepad and a few containers of dice. "What's your total point value? Because I went with something small I've only got twelve hundred total with me prepared, but I think I can pare down to eight or even six hundred." His suddenness was what threw her off. She had a full two thousand planned, but couldn't get them all ready. She could make this work, but she'd have to be tactful. enma

[newclass=.bmsk:hover]position: relative; z-index: 2; opacity: 1; -webkit-transition: all 1s ease;[/newclass][newclass=.bmsk]position: relative; z-index: 2; opacity: 0; -webkit-transition: all 1s ease;[/newclass]

✿

[enma]

Was it even a question? Enma was not a materialistic person, so the money he had saved after necessary expenses helped enable this dangerous war game. He didn't see his units as material things, he saw them as proper warriors. They were tenderly treated and given passionate paintings. They were going to help him wage war in 80K. The hobby was also just another way for him to practice what he learned from Sun Tzu and Bram Stoker alike.

There was enough for a 2000-point game, as he wanted to have a versatile enough army. With a smaller game, it meant that the core needed to be even stronger. "My twelve-hundred against yours. I've come prepared." With a menacing, tired smile, Enma moved to help with setup. "Are you ready to be smote in the name of the Emperor?" It was all in good fun, but was this sleep-deprived antisocialite still in reality?

junsuina

[junsuina]

[attr="class","bmsk"] in blackest night... Jun let out a cackle, picking up one of her boxes as she smirked. "We both know you'll succumb to Chaos this day!" And with that she began to unpack some of her units. The crux of this particular army was a strong traitor marine core, very capable in melee or ranged combat. While not the strongest in either field, their strength lay in their ability to support other units where they were needed. For all intents and purposes, it was a well-balanced army, if you ignored all the melee she had. She had a nice force of daemons for the frontline, along with some gunners to back them up. The idea was to pin a force down with range, send in the melee to flush them out, and proceed to mop up with the marines or heavy units. The problem was she didn't get the chance to finish her heavy units; there were two bigger daemons she could deploy, but if she did she'd go over budget. She even had to consider pulling back some of her melee. In the end, she had a force deployed. Bloodletters on the side, gunners in the middle, marines backing them up. She had to hope that her strategy worked... enma

[newclass=.bmsk:hover]position: relative; z-index: 2; opacity: 1; -webkit-transition: all 1s ease;[/newclass][newclass=.bmsk]position: relative; z-index: 2; opacity: 0; -webkit-transition: all 1s ease;[/newclass]

✿