[ Idly scrolling through the network, trying to find anything to throw an anchor or two on, trying to find anything to give her purchase on this impossible situation, Harper finds a number she recognizes. One of several, in truth, but one also not tarnished by her former intolerance of the situation. This was the girl who'd had the liberty of speaking to her after she'd calmed down from her introductory debacle. So at first, she skims courteously, but several words hook her — things to protect, the ability, refuse...
It sinks in, that it might be something serious, and this person had, if nothing else, been kind to her. Harper opens up a line to reply, when the last of the hooks comes tearing into her.
Precure.
All at once, without emotions running high to obscure the effect, Harper sucks in a breath as it sweeps through her, a heartbeat not her own, and yet giving her something she feels in her heart she ought to have. On impulse, she closes her free hand over it, hoping to keep it in. ]
Legendary Warriors...
[ It's something she says out loud to herself, voicing that sudden knowledge of what Precure were, and what they were meant to do. Defend. Defend the world. It's then that the sudden weight of the knowledge hits her like a ton of bricks, bleaching the awe from her face and replacing it with sudden fear. If she knew that, if she knew that, in her heart, without having to be told...
Oh, no. No, no, no.
The realization startles her into fumbling with her phone, closing out the connection before she's even had the chance at a proper reply. Quietly, she cuts the network off, places her phone face-down on her desk, and watches it for a long, difficult while. ]
( not here, but know what you have wrought. )
It sinks in, that it might be something serious, and this person had, if nothing else, been kind to her. Harper opens up a line to reply, when the last of the hooks comes tearing into her.
Precure.
All at once, without emotions running high to obscure the effect, Harper sucks in a breath as it sweeps through her, a heartbeat not her own, and yet giving her something she feels in her heart she ought to have. On impulse, she closes her free hand over it, hoping to keep it in. ]
Legendary Warriors...
[ It's something she says out loud to herself, voicing that sudden knowledge of what Precure were, and what they were meant to do. Defend. Defend the world. It's then that the sudden weight of the knowledge hits her like a ton of bricks, bleaching the awe from her face and replacing it with sudden fear. If she knew that, if she knew that, in her heart, without having to be told...
Oh, no. No, no, no.
The realization startles her into fumbling with her phone, closing out the connection before she's even had the chance at a proper reply. Quietly, she cuts the network off, places her phone face-down on her desk, and watches it for a long, difficult while. ]