-14th Bullet-

[emperor_cowboy]

Action:1444 Mitchell Road//Anywhere

[It was late that evening about the time normal people should be thinking about getting ready for bed. He couldn't sleep. Hol Horse had received some injury while escaping the portals, but he never bothered seeking help. He had gone into the portal for his own reasons, however when he came back...

It was perhaps a day or two before that he awoke from his own drone-state only to discover he was in a house full of them once again. It frustrated him. After the portal business, he noticed a couple others had undergone the same droning process, never to snap out of it.

He couldn't take it anymore. Tables were turned over and various items were thrown at the walls... he wasn't a very happy camper at this moment. He was far to angry to do anything rational and stormed out of the house.

He was going to make sure to avoid anything and everyone for as long as he could. The fellow is a bit of a loose cannon however, and may lash out with an attack. Let's hope it doesn't come down to that. In fact, perhaps it's best to leave this one alone. Why are you outside this late anyway?]

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[ooeeooahah]

[ Because Hol's frustration is extremely loud and abrasive to any empath that's worked on him. Still, Ilsa will be sitting on the front porch, waiting for him to quiet down enough (or wear himself out enough) so they can talk.

The fact that there are no more cigarettes or matches on the front porch is merely a coincidence. ]

[emperor_cowboy]

[In his anger, he didn't even notice Ilsa. Whoops. For now, he simply heads to the curb and sits. He's still angry, and it's not going away anytime soon.]

[ooeeooahah]

[ Anger like this is extremely dangerous, the person in question is likely to strike out at others.

But to her, the anger he is radiating is as painful as being worked over with an orbital sander with 60-grit pads.

She moves diagonally, to make sure he sees her before speaking. ]

Awfully big sack of rocks you're swinging around there, hon.

[emperor_cowboy]

[At the sound of simple footsteps, The Emperor is summoned. He jerks up to his feet and shoots his hand forward. His breathing is slow and heavy as his chest heaves.]

... What do you want?

[He swore he'd never strike a woman... However he might do so by accident. He begins to slowly... back... away.]

[ooeeooahah]

Easy, hon....

[ Hands up, Ilsa slows her advance to just a little slower than his speed, trying to find the comfortable space for him. ]

I'm hoping you'll let me defuse that rage before you hurt yourself.

[ She's not telling him how painful he is to her right now. ]

[emperor_cowboy]

[He begins to circle her, slowly heading back toward the house.]

Ya'll be leavin' me alone, missy.

[He doesn't seem to be lowering his gun arm anytime soon. Which... congrats to her if she can see it. At this point, he seems to forget not everyone can...]

[ooeeooahah]

Hol, put that down, please. You'll hurt yourself more if you don't.

[ She's quiet, but also maintaining her position about twice his arm's length away. ]

Shooting me won't make the town go away, and I don't think it will make you feel better.

[emperor_cowboy]

Git. Away.

[He's not bluffing! He fires a single bullet and has it strike the ground right in front of her.]

[ooeeooahah]

[ There's no outward reaction to the shot, other than Ilsa stops at the small crater. Her hands are still up, and not moving. ]

Why? So you can stew in your vitriol?

[ Hol might start feeling a warmth at his back, not a burning, but more like a shawl or blanket has been lightly draped across his shoulders. ]

Sealing it up won't help. Talk to me.

[emperor_cowboy]

[He seemed to turn around and away from that sensation. Clearly, he didn't approve of it, then he looked sharply toward Ilsa.]

I will not hesitate to shoot you.

[ooeeooahah]

You shoot me, it's not going to change what's made you so acidic.

[ Her voice is still quiet, and soft in tone. Ilsa doesn't move closer to him, but she does lower her hands. ]

If I thought it would make you feel better, I'd say go ahead, but I'm pretty sure it won't help.

[emperor_cowboy]

Then perhaps ya should do yerself a favor... as well as myself... 'nd Go. Away.

[He seemed rather unreasonable.]

[ooeeooahah]

[ There's an increasing thread of cool calm weaving through the tension bubble. ]

I'm trying to help you - this level of anger is dangerous to you, and to others.

[ Her voice takes on an entreating tone, and her palms are turned up towards him. ]

Please, Hol. If I'm able to feel this across town, there's a good chance you can give yourself a stroke.

[emperor_cowboy]

[He didn't make a response. Instead, he turned around and went back inside and slammed the door behind him. If he waited long enough maybe she'd go away.]

[ooeeooahah]

[ She settles on the front porch again, concentrating on that impulse that had made him turn away rather than shoot her. ]

[spitefulvitae]

[Natalie is just out and about minding her own business when... pffft, no, no, that's completely wrong. Natalie is out and about taking advantage of her new present from the post office, which makes her invisible, to go stalking around and spying on the neighbors. C'mon. You'd do the exact same thing if you could make yourself vanish from sight.

Although she's approaching this house with a modicum more caution than the others. Because there's a lot of crashing going on inside. Now, what was causing that crashing? She crept up to one of the ground floor windows where the lights were on, and peered through.

...the moment something comes sailing through that window to nail her in the head, however, she's going to be all kinds of visible.]