[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: 2014-06-09 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.