[With great care, Emet disconnects pieces of Gojo one at a time. Not only does he want to ensure it is done correctly, but he also wants to make the experience less jarring. A panicked or frightened mind does not lend itself to resting after all.
The first to go is the ability to assess a situation quickly: threat level, speed, mass, whatever his eyes see. The world around him becomes sluggish and mundane. He'll feel incredibly mundane --- not unsimilar to when this forest and jungle takes his abilities.
Next is the sense of sound. The rushing of water from the baths, the ambient noises of the forest, the little pitter patter of dripping water and critters scurrying. One by one they fade away into silence.
The sense of touch disappears after. The ground under him. The wind in his hair. The aches and pains, if any exist, from the last game. All of it gone as if he is floating outside of reality.
And finally, the most important piece, his sight. Images become blurry. Color begins to bleed from the edges of his vision until all that is remains is dull grayscale. The grayscale then darkens further and further until nothing but pitch, black darkness surrounds him.]
Re: Day 82
[With great care, Emet disconnects pieces of Gojo one at a time. Not only does he want to ensure it is done correctly, but he also wants to make the experience less jarring. A panicked or frightened mind does not lend itself to resting after all.
The first to go is the ability to assess a situation quickly: threat level, speed, mass, whatever his eyes see. The world around him becomes sluggish and mundane. He'll feel incredibly mundane --- not unsimilar to when this forest and jungle takes his abilities.
Next is the sense of sound. The rushing of water from the baths, the ambient noises of the forest, the little pitter patter of dripping water and critters scurrying. One by one they fade away into silence.
The sense of touch disappears after. The ground under him. The wind in his hair. The aches and pains, if any exist, from the last game. All of it gone as if he is floating outside of reality.
And finally, the most important piece, his sight. Images become blurry. Color begins to bleed from the edges of his vision until all that is remains is dull grayscale. The grayscale then darkens further and further until nothing but pitch, black darkness surrounds him.]
[Words that are felt more than heard.]