-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]

[ 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. ]