[She lets Charles hang onto her. She doesn't know what got Holland riled up so much, but stepping away from suicidal situations is different from 'doing what the town wants us to do'. She might be missing some pieces, but from a surface look, it seems like he's angry and wants to go after the hazmat just to be contrary. In that case...
She stands there, blankly watching Holland empty his gun into the emptiness at the end of the hallway; he'll run out of bullets eventually. But while she's patient and can wait for him to cool off, Charles isn't. Charles is in a very, very bad mood like she hasn't seen him put on in ages, in fact. Threatening to break someone's arm, sheesh babby bat, falling into bad habits again!! ...Though while she could probably heal it, let's not have that happen if we can help it anyway.
Under the blink of an eye, there's a small orb of light summoned above their heads, drawing out their long shadows inside the dimness of the funhouse. Not a split second later, there's another Black Key behind Holland now - piercing his shadow in particular, so that he won't be able to move even if he was let go. And finally, she rests one hand on Charles' wrist - the one that currently has Holland's arm in a deathgrip. In contrast to his, hers is is gentle, giving barely a squeeze - but not any less firm. ...She can't tell him anything, so hopefully, the action may be able to convey what the words cannot. As for the other man...
She'll come to it. It's just more personal with Charles, in a way.]
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[She lets Charles hang onto her. She doesn't know what got Holland riled up so much, but stepping away from suicidal situations is different from 'doing what the town wants us to do'. She might be missing some pieces, but from a surface look, it seems like he's angry and wants to go after the hazmat just to be contrary. In that case...
She stands there, blankly watching Holland empty his gun into the emptiness at the end of the hallway; he'll run out of bullets eventually. But while she's patient and can wait for him to cool off, Charles isn't. Charles is in a very, very bad mood like she hasn't seen him put on in ages, in fact. Threatening to break someone's arm, sheesh babby bat, falling into bad habits again!! ...Though while she could probably heal it, let's not have that happen if we can help it anyway.
Under the blink of an eye, there's a small orb of light summoned above their heads, drawing out their long shadows inside the dimness of the funhouse. Not a split second later, there's another Black Key behind Holland now - piercing his shadow in particular, so that he won't be able to move even if he was let go. And finally, she rests one hand on Charles' wrist - the one that currently has Holland's arm in a deathgrip. In contrast to his, hers is is gentle, giving barely a squeeze - but not any less firm. ...She can't tell him anything, so hopefully, the action may be able to convey what the words cannot. As for the other man...
She'll come to it. It's just more personal with Charles, in a way.]