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kaisou2026-01-17 10:44 pm
trailblazingspirit) wrote in kaisou2026-01-17 10:44 pm
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Operation: Saving Private March
WHO: March 7th, Evernight, and you!
WHERE: outside of Caleb and March's house, and then in the Spirit Realm!
WHEN: a weekend in mid-January!
WHAT: time to save March 7th from her unexpected journey through the Spirit Realm!
WARNINGS: allusions to past horror, murder, and character deaths in one part, trauma and general fantasy violence, risk of injury. HSR 3.6 spoilers.
It’s cold out. Your shoes slip a little on the slush that's slicking up the sidewalk.
I found March, Evernight had said, not quite pleading the network for help, but not not pleading. Not quite hoping for her plea to be heard, but not not hoping. Now she stands outside Caleb and March’s house, two jellyfish floating breezily around her, and she looks as composed and calm as ever as she twirls her dark umbrella, even as a gate to the Spirit Realm gapes ominously beside her. She smiles eerily on seeing people arriving, then tilts her head to the gate.
“She’s in there,” she says. “I’ve figured out the fastest way to get to her, but I can’t guarantee the kind of shape she’ll be in when we find her. I can tell you this: it won’t be easy.” She opens her umbrella. “Get yourselves ready.”
WHERE: outside of Caleb and March's house, and then in the Spirit Realm!
WHEN: a weekend in mid-January!
WHAT: time to save March 7th from her unexpected journey through the Spirit Realm!
WARNINGS: allusions to past horror, murder, and character deaths in one part, trauma and general fantasy violence, risk of injury. HSR 3.6 spoilers.
It’s cold out. Your shoes slip a little on the slush that's slicking up the sidewalk.
I found March, Evernight had said, not quite pleading the network for help, but not not pleading. Not quite hoping for her plea to be heard, but not not hoping. Now she stands outside Caleb and March’s house, two jellyfish floating breezily around her, and she looks as composed and calm as ever as she twirls her dark umbrella, even as a gate to the Spirit Realm gapes ominously beside her. She smiles eerily on seeing people arriving, then tilts her head to the gate.
“She’s in there,” she says. “I’ve figured out the fastest way to get to her, but I can’t guarantee the kind of shape she’ll be in when we find her. I can tell you this: it won’t be easy.” She opens her umbrella. “Get yourselves ready.”