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 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.