[For a moment, it looks as if nothing happens. But as Battler keeps repeating the words...
Yachi - and Rosa just outside - will begin to smell it. The pungent smell of blood. A single drop of blood plaps onto Yachi's notebook - crawling, almost wriggling lines of that crimson liquid grow on the ceiling, spreading slowly to the walls, which then seem to leak with blood that feels alive, as if it could reach out and tear someone to bits for the sin of gazing upon it.
A face appears in the mirror, replacing Battler's - though he makes no indication of seeing the beautiful woman there, gazing out at him as if she were making a decision. Then, with a laugh, she lifts her arms and reaches forward, crossing over from the mirror into the real world -
Her arms are horrifying, skeletal with dessicated, dried flesh still hanging on...her hands have been elongated into tapered points with hooks on the end, meant for rending flesh - and her face...as if one stared into the face of the goddess of the dead, one side still beautiful, with the other rotting, only a gaping eyesocket and exposed bone as dead, scraggly hair clings to the remnants of her body...!
The blood on the walls also moves forward, towards Battler, as Mary suddenly shrieks.
no subject
Yachi - and Rosa just outside - will begin to smell it. The pungent smell of blood. A single drop of blood plaps onto Yachi's notebook - crawling, almost wriggling lines of that crimson liquid grow on the ceiling, spreading slowly to the walls, which then seem to leak with blood that feels alive, as if it could reach out and tear someone to bits for the sin of gazing upon it.
A face appears in the mirror, replacing Battler's - though he makes no indication of seeing the beautiful woman there, gazing out at him as if she were making a decision. Then, with a laugh, she lifts her arms and reaches forward, crossing over from the mirror into the real world -
Her arms are horrifying, skeletal with dessicated, dried flesh still hanging on...her hands have been elongated into tapered points with hooks on the end, meant for rending flesh - and her face...as if one stared into the face of the goddess of the dead, one side still beautiful, with the other rotting, only a gaping eyesocket and exposed bone as dead, scraggly hair clings to the remnants of her body...!
The blood on the walls also moves forward, towards Battler, as Mary suddenly shrieks.
What is Yachi going to do? ]