The Day of Thunder

Yukara had experienced an eventful, painful, confusing day. She was exhausted.

So very exhausted.

Lying down to rest was a mercy for the woman, spent as she was physically, emotionally, and even mentally. She struggled out of her outer clothes and lay them out neatly for tomorrow, wrapping herself in a threadbare yukata and crawling stiffly under her blanket inside her small tent, tucked in a corner of the camp. No more could she trust herself to sleep off the ground, unbalanced as she was.

Yet as she drifted toward sleep, she felt the numbness spread from her shoulder to engulf her entire being, and yet she was not asleep. She was not alone.

Worse, she was not able to do anything about it.

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The rolls: (used Willpower)

Fail: https://sakkaku.org/r/11575

Fail: https://sakkaku.org/r/11576

Fail: https://sakkaku.org/r/11577

The being that appears is a horror show immediately. It's bisected straight down the center, only held together with loose, crude stitching. Every time it moves the stitching shifts and she gets a disturbing view of bleeding, pulsating internal organs. As it gets closer, she sees its her own face split in two. Despite the disturbingly alive nature of the organs, her skin on the outside was gray and waxy, and her eyes milky and staring at nothing.

Its right arm is torn off, and rather than the neat job the doctor and Nao did, this one was incomplete. The skin was torn in irregular strips, muscles hung exposed, veins, arteries, and nerves visible and pouring blood out onto the floor. The arm dangles, dead, limp, and rotting, from a single bit of overstretched skin.

It bears other open wounds as well, and each one of them brings up a memory as she looks at them. Each one was a failure. A loss. A regret.

It was going to be a long night.

The horror of the sight was only exaggerated by the knowledge of each wound, of each blemish and mark... the bad memories now tangled with the wretched sight of her own face distorted and marred, and the odd, sympathetic itching pain it inflicted.

Some were not even wounds, but still immediately triggered memories, such as bruises shaped like fingers around her neck and arm, and weeping sores on her hands... immediately calling to mind the moments her life changed irrevocably.

Yukara really did not enjoy her night.