#[AU: let's play cops and robbers. | warren]

[machinewired-moved]

@rcprobate sent  “that is how the job is done. that is how the work happens. ( ryan )”

      “I know that. Just because I don’t run around with a gun myself doesn’t mean I’m stupid or naive. I know exactly how jobs like this work, so you don’t need to tell me.” Warren leans back in their seat with a scowl and adds, “I just have to do things differently is all. No one will take me seriously the way they take you seriously. People look at me, and all they see is some dumb kid.”

[infinitelydiverse-arc]

@rcprobate  CONT’D.

“You won’t let me?” A growl rips from the words. The mask is on; Warren isn’t talking to Ryan anymore. Powerful steps bring the Vagabond closer & closer, towering over the AI like a beast ready to sink its teeth into flesh. They don’t deserve this treatment but he’s been in this headspace for quite some time now it’s clear he’s unaware of the bond between them. “Did you forget who the hell I am?”

It’s not the first time he’s lashed out at a crew member.

It’s just unfortunate it’s only Warren here to deal with the aftermath. Were any of the others like Ray or Jack, then maybe this wouldn’t progress any further. He reaches out to grab them by their shirt, pulling them close. Soulless eyes of the mask are all that stare back.

“I’m doing this to protect you. Don’t try to stop me.” & the Vagabond releases them with a harsh shove. Nothing else is said as he turns, grabbing the gun off the coffee table.

      If Warren had a beating heart, it would’ve stuttered in their chest at the way the Vagabond moved towards them. They are suddenly, viscerally, reminded of Gabriel and the hard, predatory way he moved. The comparison is not at all comforting and only serves to further their anxiety. Warren holds their ground though, watching that masked, unyielding face warily. “No. I thought I was talking to my friend. The one who’s about to do something incredibly dangerous.”

They don’t say stupid because they do have some sense of self-preservation. Warren knows better than most what the Vagabond is capable of, and they’re not sure how far he’ll go.

The fist in their shirt and being nose to nose with that mask only makes it worse. They grip the Vagabond’s arm, dark eyes going wide as they stumble back a step. They follow, stubborn and half-desperate. “If you do this, you could die. You could get hurt and die, and that--- that’ll be on me. I can’t---” Their voice cracks slightly and they can’t make themselves finish.

[selfdefiined-archive-blog]

❝ Your one and only skill: You survive. ❞ ( To Warren, for the au we have )

@sortamaliicious​  •  SCREAM 4  •  ACCEPTING

      “IT’S the best one to have, don’t you think ?  i can keep weaseling out of situations and surviving until you and the guys teach me a few things. like learning how to use a gun.” they’re not a violent person by nature, but being around violence has certain effects on an impressionable mind.

[infinitelydiverse-arc]

Shield ( Connor protecting Warren like? 👌 )

my muse’s reaction to yours placing themselves between my muse and danger.  @rcprobate.  accepting.

      “What did you do that for ?”  Warren demands, hands curled into fists to hide their shaking. Maybe it’s the combination of adrenaline and shock from having a gun pointed at their face, but it’s suddenly all too much. The sounds, the sights, everything, it’s too much. Warren can’t think or focus, and they want to scream. They yell instead. “What did you do that for ?  You could’ve— I don’t— if you—”  There are things they want to say, but all Warren can manage is a few disjointed words at a time, shouted as loudly as they can tolerate.

[infinitelydiverse-arc]

“We’re surrounded by idiots.” Ryan’s laugh does little to drown out the screams from the other crew members, especially Gavin’s bird-like squawks. Maybe setting fireworks off in the cars was a bad idea but totally worth all the fun. He turns to Warren, smirking. “I think it’s time for an ice cream break.”

@rcprobate  /  random asks  /  always accepting

      Warren hovers near Ryan’s side, watching the events unfold with a look that’s equal parts amusement and concern. “It seems like it,” they agree. In a tone that’s more calmly curious that anything, Warren asks, “What do you think will do more damage ?  The second degree burns, the smoke inhalation, or the noise ?”  Warren perks up at the idea, finally glancing away from the chaos. “Yes !  Can we get those orange soda floats ?  Those are really good.”