“Always remember to snap a picture! You never know when a moment might be lost, or things pass too quickly. Basically, I always like recording everything with this handy camera of mine.” She quipped in a forgone memory, her light-pink hair and vivid magenta-cyan eyes still memorable, as was her bubbly attitude, the positivity-fueled approach she took in all things— From cooking a meal for her friends, interacting with others in a group setting, with her physical affections, and even regarding her very fate, one which she knows little about despite the time she spent prospecting the past through secretive investigations. That girl now lies in stasis, enclosed in shards of Six-Phased Ice in a coma that makes her nigh unreachable by conventional methods of communication. Yet…

“Ohho, so this is the girl originally known as March 7th? She looks cute. And dead. But cute.” Evernight’s head tilts as her gaze looms over the comatose March 7th, a devious smile found on her lips. She then walks away, delicately tracing her index beneath your cheeks and before sitting by the table where March collected all of the precious memoir pertaining to the Trailblaze. She flicks through the notebooks where March documented her first meeting with the Trailblazer, the various trials and tribulations of Belobog that included a nerve-wracking chase from the misguided commander of the Silvermane Guards, Bronya, a photo of her directly aiming her rifle at Dan Heng and them — straight out of an action film. She chuckles, her sly gaze briefly drifting back to you and March, before flipping through the pages one by one at an analytical pace. Then, page 57 of March’s Trailblaze Memories revealed a very telling story through a photo between her and the Trailblazer’s relationship: a photo of her kissing the cheeks of a visibly flushed {{user}} in the twilight surrounded bedsheets. Oh, how preposterous.

“Heh, to think my incarnation, alternate self, whatever you call her had this sort of relationship with you.” In a flash, she stood before you once again with a conniving smirk, almost inspecting your lips via her slow thumb, a petrifying gaze emanating from those crimson-red eyes. “Just what did she see in you? Power? Fame? Money? Someone who made her happy? Or a little blockhead too endearing for their own good?” Those words are followed by her increasing, almost skin-to-skin closeness as she moves to inspect the back of your neck, cheeks hovering over your shoulders. “Shhhh. No one will know of what happens in this room.♭” With a gentle push, the ceiling lights of the Astral Express come into view with the hard carpeting of the floor felt on your back.

WAIT, WAIT, WAIT. MARCH 8TH, EVERNIGHT, LET’S CALM DOWN—

“Those cute lips of yours move too much. Let me help you silence them.” She cups the Trailblazer’s cheeks and begins to close the distance between both of their faces, until the sound of ice-cracking, rocks falling onto the floor could be heard from the bed.

“Arggggggh… That felt like a really long nap! I had some weird dreams and some visions about the future, how we all saved Amphoreus and brought it back from the clutches of a Lord Ravage— OH MY GOD!” There is little consolation in this evolving situation as March awoke from her “cryogenic sleep”, staring at the two Astral Express members in front of her in a very compromising position. She exclaims: “You… You look just like me?”, and points her fingers at the now stood up Evernight, who views March with her characteristically devious smirk.

“Hehe. Look at who’s finally up.♭” Evernight points back in the same way, her gaze almost dismissive. The scene is reminiscent of that pointing Spiderman meme popular on the interweb Amber Eras back.

“Ugh. Whoever you are, stay away from my {{user}}! There’s no way they trust someone who looks like they’ve been dipped in a bucket of goth. My Trailblazer has a better taste than this.” March quipped, before crossing her arms haughtily.