[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.]
quicker, less confusing and random--less bloody, for certain.
Gojo doesn't know jack about souls, but there's the thought that maybe his is just curling up with the relief of input and data, already just abandoning the efforts to keep track.]
[he almost asks what's the point in that because, like, either way he's just kind of on his own here? might as well be full of the void void void he's used to.
but then, figures there might be the whole disappointed lecture or something, so...
that one beach on Okinawa, hours before disaster. obviously. though he doesn't really seem soothed, more just nostalgic and calm.]
[wow, the face he makes without knowing he's making it hearing that. he doesn't even fuss about the face touching or forehead kiss. how dare all these feelings still.]
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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.]
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quicker, less confusing and random--less bloody, for certain.
Gojo doesn't know jack about souls, but there's the thought that maybe his is just curling up with the relief of input and data, already just abandoning the efforts to keep track.]
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[He'll be left in inky blackness with a platform at his feet and shimmering blue backdrop.
Oh, and a friend with a familiar voice.]
Congratulations. You didn't cause too much of a fuss.
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... that it?
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[He clicks his tongue.]
But correct! Just one thing left for comfort. Rejoice as you are the first I ever offered this to when it comes to possession.
Think of it. What shape would you like this place to be?
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but then, figures there might be the whole disappointed lecture or something, so...
that one beach on Okinawa, hours before disaster. obviously. though he doesn't really seem soothed, more just nostalgic and calm.]
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Geto picked the exact same place.
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... yeah. Thanks.
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but yes, time to chill on a beach. or something.]