I don't want to kill you. I already said that. Family, Uzu.
[He sounds so awful when he says this. But he's back to being super close again.]
My Covers don't fit you. That's true. But your Blade Regalia seems to suit you just fine...
[He holds out his hand, red fibers feeding out from a nearby Covers suit into his hand. It's not just a few strands though. The whole suit is coming apart, stitch by stitch.]
I said I'd repair your regalia for you. Allow me.
[And with that, Inumuta twirls a bit of fiber at the end of his finger, guiding the thread towards one of the rather large tears in Sanageyama's uniform. They weave their way in, first filling the obvious gaps in his outfit. And then... taking it a step further. They dig deeper than just fabric, moving into Sanageyama's skin and mind.]
[Well shit, this is far worse than what he was doing before. It takes all of his strength to maintain his composure because the sensation of life fibers forcing their way through you, physically and mentally, is incredibly painful.
Talking is just wasting energy, but...when has Sanageyama ever shut up?]
[Like he said he was going to. Houka's frowning as he does this though, the amusement gone like he's disappointed all of a sudden. Like he expected Sanageyama to be able to escape this too, some invincible hero that couldn't ever lose to the side of evil. The side he's on.]
This is going to hurt a little, but it will feel better later.
[No, even for him, this is difficult. Having them try to consume every part of his body at once makes it so hard to fight back, he's struggling to maintain consciousness. But if he slips out of consciousness, he knows it'll be easier for them to take over. Naturally, he's gonna fight until the end.
But even he knows when he's lost, so with the time he has left, he's gonna make the most of it.
When he speaks again, it's not that he sounds weak, just...distracted. As if most of his attention is on something else.]
I tried to make things easier. You were too strong for it.
[He knows what this feels like. Or, well. To some degree. What he's doing to Sanageyama is much, much worse than what happened to him. With this suit, he feels numb, but he's still in there to a degree. Can be spoken to, can understand. Maybe reasoned with. But with Sanageyama... it will hurt. The pain will never stop, really. But it's the only way they can keep Sanageyama on their side if he's too strong for the Covers.
[He stops suddenly, posture straightening - instantly, almost like a snapping motion - and he yells out in pain.
It's starting to hurt so much that he can't focus, but he's not finished talking, so he's damn well not going to stop.]
...I...I wanted you to see family could be relied on when you needed them. That your family could be...good, but...I guess in the end, I let you down. I'm no different fr-ugh.
Anyway, if- if you're in there, sorry...and when Lady Satsuki does save you, tell her...tell her I'm--
[He was gonna say sorry, but he seems to have finally passed out. Without him resisting anymore, the loose parts of his uniform start to cling to his skin and spread across it. Won't be long now like next comment i mean.]
[Inumua's eyes get a little blurry when he watches Sanageyama be tortured by the Life Fibers. He doesn't know why, he still has his glasses on and everything. He brings a palm up to wipe at his eye, trying to alleviate the issue, and his glove comes back a little wet. Disgusting.
On the inside, Houka's fighting as much as he can, but it's been too long since the Cover became his outer shell. His efforts go mostly ignored by his body, and what little of his mind he can tap into, only gives him useless changes like crying. He wants to touch- to comfort, to hug, something- but he's done so much damage with his own hands already, the best effort he can do to make the situation lessen is to pull his hands away as much as he can. The Cover doesn't seem to care at this point what Houka attempts to do against it, because the fibers have already started to weave their way into Sanageyama's mind. He's already passed out, but Inumuta keeps speaking to him.]
I-It's okay, Sanageyama... We're still going to be family. Don't you see? You're going to be so strong like this. It's what you've always wanted. I wanted you to be h... happy. I'm sorry. I couldn't let you kill yourself like Gamagori. But you're not going to leave, like this.
[If it sounds like the mumblings of a madman, that's probably because it is. He's mostly just talking to himself at this point. ]
[Once the material has completely covered his body, it seems to cling even tighter and lose any of it's distinguishing features, forming over every part of his body that's exposed until there's nothing to be seen of the man beneath it, apart from his hair. His body jostles all of a sudden, panicked, and it sounds like he's struggling to breathe through the fabric covering his mouth, head and neck stretching out far as if trying to get away.
It might even seem like he's managed an escape of some kind again, as his arm bursts through the fabric surrounding his arm at the elbow, leaving nothing but an empty sleeve shaped like his forearm dangling lifelessly. However, it's discolored and grotesque, not to mention it goes limp almost immediately, while the empty sleeve bulks up suddenly, changing to become a large gauntlet reminiscent of his older uniforms, while the arm bulks up so much it's far too large for the more regular proportions of the body it's connected to.
The other arm seems to do the same thing, both abnormally large hands suddenly thrusting downwards into the ground as if gripping into the earth for support, but it doesn't last long - his legs undergo a similar transformation, each one ripping through the back of the knee on his uniform, while the uniform bulks up much like the arms had. The uniform has no feet, just two pointed ends like his first regalia, each one digging into the ground to balance. But as painful as it all looked, it's nothing compared to what happens after; the spikes and star crest of his uniform emerge on his body, but they burst through his skin and the material of the uniform, quite literally, blood spitting out from around the holes they've made in his body. The last to emerge are the three on either side of his neck, at which point the remains of his blindfold suddenly wraps around the rest of his head and his neck, leaving nothing but a single deformed eye, still stitched, glaring through the gap remaining around it. With that, his torso bulks up to match his limbs, but even though it's better than before, his body is still just...so strange. Nothing about this is right.
Of course, not that Inumuta will notice, all things considered.
Almost immediately, Sanageyama rips his arm free from the covers, which aren't even large enough to hold him down anymore, and swipes his arm in their direction, ripping through about three or four of them and destroying them rather easily. He inhales, hoarse and muffled, sounding even pained to an extent, and then he directs his attention to Inumuta and the rest of the covers, lifting his arm and slamming it down in their direction, to try and crush them. Better get your "family" under control, or else he's going to just try to mindlessly wreck everything. Considering he's more life fibers than human now though, it shouldn't be too difficult.]
It was one thing when this happened to Matoi- like a train-wreck you can't look away from, and continue to watch in horror as the cars run off the tracks and crash into each other while still hoping that the passengers are alright- but it's so much more than that now. This is Sanageyama Uzu, someone who he'd consider his brother, going through so much pain and torment and it's his fault, all his fault.
With Matoi, there was distance from her Berserker tantrum, both emotionally and physically. Now he's having to back up and jump away as the Cover forces are shredded so easily. This isn't the Sanageyama he knew before. This is a monster that he created, and now he has to tame it. ]
Sanageyama!
[He knows calling him by his name is purposeless right now, but now he's the one who's a little emotionally compromised. The Cover controls his actions and thoughts, but it's losing it's grip on his subconsciously said words. If there's one thing he knows about how to fix this situation, it's that Sanageyama won't tire himself out. Inexhaustible energy, that's what he's known for. Waiting and hoping that the other will simply stop isn't an option.
So he's going to have to stop him on his own. Maybe the fibers in his outfit can convince the fibers in Sanageyama's to stop the rampage. It's the only way he can think of, right now. But that also means he'd have to get close enough to do that...]
[Of course there's no real acknowledgement, as the thing standing before Inumuta isn't even Sanageyama anymore. It's acting purely on instinct, and there are only two things he knows for sure right now: his body hurts and it won't stop, and the only things around him are the covers and Inumuta. Without the required level of intelligence to actually consider what's actually causing him this pain, he figures some kind of external force must be the problem.
But even if he knew, he wouldn't know how to make it stop, either. So like a wild animal, all he can do is trash around, consumed by his anger in the hopes eventually it'll stop hurting. Even the fact that some of the covers he's rampaging his way through were his former comrades doesn't stop him, because chances are he's completely forgotten they're in there, or that they even exist anymore. Everything he ever held dear is gone from his mind, so there's nothing left but the instinctual drive of self preservation, consumption, and destruction.
But from the way he's moving, it's obvious he's fighting his way through the covers to get to Inumuta, advancing through the waves of enemies to reach the one that stands out from the rest.]
[He doesn't run. He knows he's being targeted, and running would only leave his back open to Sanageyama.
What makes him different from other Covers is that he has thought. In exchange for sheer massive power, the logical and strategy parts of his mind were left on. He could take a hit from something like Sanageyama right now, but he wouldn't last a full fight. There's too much hurt, pain, and unbridled force coming from Sanageyama.
He can't analyze in the same way he could with his Probe Regalia. That was stripped from him when he lost to the Covers, simply being a Mark Two wasn't enough to hold up against the forces they were fighting against. His only option is the analyze with his mind, and look for an opening as Sanageyama comes thrashing towards him.
It's not unlike the time a five-star student came towards during an experiment Iori was running. Rushing with brute force but no thought. Predictable, to a degree. But he has no means of disarming the opponent this time, and he also doesn't want to. He needs to simply make contact.
When Sanageyama is close, only a few feet away, Inumuta prepares himself to move.]
[Once he's shoved the last cover out of his way, Sanageyama charges within range of Inumuta, suddenly swinging both arms inwards to try and crush him between both of his fists. Of course, considering his newfound strength, it'd be more like having two trucks crash into him from either side.]
[He's still fast, and while Sanageyama is strong, his speed has suffered from this transformation. He moves like a charging bull, heavy but unable to stop. It works for Inumuta though, staying in the same spot as long as he can without risk of being hit. When Sanageyama swings down his fists, Inumuta makes his move to jump out of the way, and run behind Sanageyama. Hopefully, before the other can turn around, he puts a choke-hold on the other by the back of the neck. Not really to do damage, but to just get a hold on him.]
[His head bends backwards to try and get a look at Inumuta behind him, before he reaches behind to try and take a swipe at him with his hand again. It's an awkward angle, so it might be pretty difficult for Sanageyama to hit him, but it's still something to be wary of. He could probably tear a chunk out of Inumuta's midsection like this.
It could be avoided easily enough though, especially if he just orders him to stop now that he has a hold of Uzu.]
[Which is exactly what Inumuta intends to do. He keeps his near-chokehold on Sanageyama's neck, avoiding the wild swipes from Sanageyama and trying to will his Life Fibers to force the other's to accept his own. Inumuta's Cover suit was woven together with one hundred percent Life Fibers from the start, it has more authority in it than say, the Blade Regalia that was originally sewn with only thirty percent. The Life Fibers that Inumuta had forced into the Blade Regalia are still adjusting and settling in, and so the lesser Blade Regalia should accept it's subordination to Inumuta's command.]
[And stop he does. It's not immediate, of course; mid-swing, his whole body shudders and his arm does halt, hand open and fingers bent, his single eye(although still sewn shut from the look of it) staring at Inumuta from over his shoulder.
His name being spoken means little to him now, considering he's all but lost his identity. It's just an instinctual response, life fibers higher than his own on whatever sort of hierarchy they have subduing his will, with no choice but to obey. His fingers droop, both arms fall to his sides and finally he turns his neck to look ahead, completely still.
Now that he's stopped rampaging, there's nothing but the sound of his hoarse breathing through the material around his face. Everything hurts so much, but he can't move. He can't do anything about it. He can only wait.]
[The only reassurance Inumuta can offer is a few pats to Sanageyama's shoulder as the other relaxes- or at least stops attacking- as he climbs back to solid ground.]
Soon, Sanageyama.
[Inumuta says, despite knowing that any and all words said essentially mean nothing to this being.]
We'll meet up with Jakuzure, and finish off the Nudist Beach camp. Soon we'll have something for you to fight. Bear with me a little longer, Uzu.
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Date: 2014-06-05 03:10 am (UTC)You already saw your covers don't work. I'm not a good fit.
If you're going to kill me, get it over with.
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Date: 2014-06-05 03:41 am (UTC)[He sounds so awful when he says this. But he's back to being super close again.]
My Covers don't fit you. That's true. But your Blade Regalia seems to suit you just fine...
[He holds out his hand, red fibers feeding out from a nearby Covers suit into his hand. It's not just a few strands though. The whole suit is coming apart, stitch by stitch.]
I said I'd repair your regalia for you. Allow me.
[And with that, Inumuta twirls a bit of fiber at the end of his finger, guiding the thread towards one of the rather large tears in Sanageyama's uniform. They weave their way in, first filling the obvious gaps in his outfit. And then... taking it a step further. They dig deeper than just fabric, moving into Sanageyama's skin and mind.]
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Date: 2014-06-05 03:51 am (UTC)Talking is just wasting energy, but...when has Sanageyama ever shut up?]
Wha-...what...the hell are you doing now...
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Date: 2014-06-05 04:06 am (UTC)[Like he said he was going to. Houka's frowning as he does this though, the amusement gone like he's disappointed all of a sudden. Like he expected Sanageyama to be able to escape this too, some invincible hero that couldn't ever lose to the side of evil. The side he's on.]
This is going to hurt a little, but it will feel better later.
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Date: 2014-06-05 04:16 am (UTC)But even he knows when he's lost, so with the time he has left, he's gonna make the most of it.
When he speaks again, it's not that he sounds weak, just...distracted. As if most of his attention is on something else.]
H...Houka, mm...
...'m sorry.
stay awake kiva
Date: 2014-06-05 04:46 am (UTC)[He knows what this feels like. Or, well. To some degree. What he's doing to Sanageyama is much, much worse than what happened to him. With this suit, he feels numb, but he's still in there to a degree. Can be spoken to, can understand. Maybe reasoned with. But with Sanageyama... it will hurt. The pain will never stop, really. But it's the only way they can keep Sanageyama on their side if he's too strong for the Covers.
And he misses Sanageyama.]
I'm sorry too.
omg im not sanageyama!!
Date: 2014-06-05 01:44 pm (UTC)[He stops suddenly, posture straightening - instantly, almost like a snapping motion - and he yells out in pain.
It's starting to hurt so much that he can't focus, but he's not finished talking, so he's damn well not going to stop.]
...I...I wanted you to see family could be relied on when you needed them. That your family could be...good, but...I guess in the end, I let you down. I'm no different fr-ugh.
Anyway, if- if you're in there, sorry...and when Lady Satsuki does save you, tell her...tell her I'm--
[He was gonna say sorry, but he seems to have finally passed out. Without him resisting anymore, the loose parts of his uniform start to cling to his skin and spread across it. Won't be long now
like next commenti mean.]big babby
Date: 2014-06-05 04:11 pm (UTC)On the inside, Houka's fighting as much as he can, but it's been too long since the Cover became his outer shell. His efforts go mostly ignored by his body, and what little of his mind he can tap into, only gives him useless changes like crying. He wants to touch- to comfort, to hug, something- but he's done so much damage with his own hands already, the best effort he can do to make the situation lessen is to pull his hands away as much as he can. The Cover doesn't seem to care at this point what Houka attempts to do against it, because the fibers have already started to weave their way into Sanageyama's mind. He's already passed out, but Inumuta keeps speaking to him.]
I-It's okay, Sanageyama... We're still going to be family. Don't you see? You're going to be so strong like this. It's what you've always wanted. I wanted you to be h... happy. I'm sorry. I couldn't let you kill yourself like Gamagori. But you're not going to leave, like this.
[If it sounds like the mumblings of a madman, that's probably because it is. He's mostly just talking to himself at this point. ]
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Date: 2014-06-05 04:35 pm (UTC)It might even seem like he's managed an escape of some kind again, as his arm bursts through the fabric surrounding his arm at the elbow, leaving nothing but an empty sleeve shaped like his forearm dangling lifelessly. However, it's discolored and grotesque, not to mention it goes limp almost immediately, while the empty sleeve bulks up suddenly, changing to become a large gauntlet reminiscent of his older uniforms, while the arm bulks up so much it's far too large for the more regular proportions of the body it's connected to.
The other arm seems to do the same thing, both abnormally large hands suddenly thrusting downwards into the ground as if gripping into the earth for support, but it doesn't last long - his legs undergo a similar transformation, each one ripping through the back of the knee on his uniform, while the uniform bulks up much like the arms had. The uniform has no feet, just two pointed ends like his first regalia, each one digging into the ground to balance. But as painful as it all looked, it's nothing compared to what happens after; the spikes and star crest of his uniform emerge on his body, but they burst through his skin and the material of the uniform, quite literally, blood spitting out from around the holes they've made in his body. The last to emerge are the three on either side of his neck, at which point the remains of his blindfold suddenly wraps around the rest of his head and his neck, leaving nothing but a single deformed eye, still stitched, glaring through the gap remaining around it. With that, his torso bulks up to match his limbs, but even though it's better than before, his body is still just...so strange. Nothing about this is right.
Of course, not that Inumuta will notice, all things considered.
Almost immediately, Sanageyama rips his arm free from the covers, which aren't even large enough to hold him down anymore, and swipes his arm in their direction, ripping through about three or four of them and destroying them rather easily. He inhales, hoarse and muffled, sounding even pained to an extent, and then he directs his attention to Inumuta and the rest of the covers, lifting his arm and slamming it down in their direction, to try and crush them. Better get your "family" under control, or else he's going to just try to mindlessly wreck everything. Considering he's more life fibers than human now though, it shouldn't be too difficult.]
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Date: 2014-06-05 06:28 pm (UTC)It was one thing when this happened to Matoi- like a train-wreck you can't look away from, and continue to watch in horror as the cars run off the tracks and crash into each other while still hoping that the passengers are alright- but it's so much more than that now. This is Sanageyama Uzu, someone who he'd consider his brother, going through so much pain and torment and it's his fault, all his fault.
With Matoi, there was distance from her Berserker tantrum, both emotionally and physically. Now he's having to back up and jump away as the Cover forces are shredded so easily. This isn't the Sanageyama he knew before. This is a monster that he created, and now he has to tame it. ]
Sanageyama!
[He knows calling him by his name is purposeless right now, but now he's the one who's a little emotionally compromised. The Cover controls his actions and thoughts, but it's losing it's grip on his subconsciously said words. If there's one thing he knows about how to fix this situation, it's that Sanageyama won't tire himself out. Inexhaustible energy, that's what he's known for. Waiting and hoping that the other will simply stop isn't an option.
So he's going to have to stop him on his own. Maybe the fibers in his outfit can convince the fibers in Sanageyama's to stop the rampage. It's the only way he can think of, right now. But that also means he'd have to get close enough to do that...]
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Date: 2014-06-05 06:44 pm (UTC)But even if he knew, he wouldn't know how to make it stop, either. So like a wild animal, all he can do is trash around, consumed by his anger in the hopes eventually it'll stop hurting. Even the fact that some of the covers he's rampaging his way through were his former comrades doesn't stop him, because chances are he's completely forgotten they're in there, or that they even exist anymore. Everything he ever held dear is gone from his mind, so there's nothing left but the instinctual drive of self preservation, consumption, and destruction.
But from the way he's moving, it's obvious he's fighting his way through the covers to get to Inumuta, advancing through the waves of enemies to reach the one that stands out from the rest.]
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Date: 2014-06-05 08:33 pm (UTC)What makes him different from other Covers is that he has thought. In exchange for sheer massive power, the logical and strategy parts of his mind were left on. He could take a hit from something like Sanageyama right now, but he wouldn't last a full fight. There's too much hurt, pain, and unbridled force coming from Sanageyama.
He can't analyze in the same way he could with his Probe Regalia. That was stripped from him when he lost to the Covers, simply being a Mark Two wasn't enough to hold up against the forces they were fighting against. His only option is the analyze with his mind, and look for an opening as Sanageyama comes thrashing towards him.
It's not unlike the time a five-star student came towards during an experiment Iori was running. Rushing with brute force but no thought. Predictable, to a degree. But he has no means of disarming the opponent this time, and he also doesn't want to. He needs to simply make contact.
When Sanageyama is close, only a few feet away, Inumuta prepares himself to move.]
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Date: 2014-06-05 08:57 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2014-06-05 11:01 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2014-06-05 11:39 pm (UTC)It could be avoided easily enough though, especially if he just orders him to stop now that he has a hold of Uzu.]
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Date: 2014-06-09 01:52 am (UTC)Sanageyama, stop.
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Date: 2014-06-09 02:13 am (UTC)His name being spoken means little to him now, considering he's all but lost his identity. It's just an instinctual response, life fibers higher than his own on whatever sort of hierarchy they have subduing his will, with no choice but to obey. His fingers droop, both arms fall to his sides and finally he turns his neck to look ahead, completely still.
Now that he's stopped rampaging, there's nothing but the sound of his hoarse breathing through the material around his face. Everything hurts so much, but he can't move. He can't do anything about it. He can only wait.]
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Date: 2014-06-09 02:44 am (UTC)Soon, Sanageyama.
[Inumuta says, despite knowing that any and all words said essentially mean nothing to this being.]
We'll meet up with Jakuzure, and finish off the Nudist Beach camp. Soon we'll have something for you to fight. Bear with me a little longer, Uzu.