Smart ass.

Ex Canadian. Ex Bostonite. Ex cop. Current PI & coffee enthusiast..

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cyrus-hayes‌:

Thankfully Cyrus’ situational awareness had gotten better after all the people he’d allowed to collide with him out on the streets over the last month. Not this time goddamit. Not this time. “Hey!” He’d reached out an arm to grab the other’s shoulder, stopping short. Warren’s own arm moved up in a mirror his his movement. “Time to wake up Warren, mate.” He let the other male head to the coffee maker, holding his own cup of black coffee, watching the other man. “You alright there?” He crooked up an eyebrow at the reply, “Apparently. Sorry to hear. I prefer great nights that turn into rough mornings if I have to chose.”

“Tryin’ to.” After the coffee was poured, Warren went about the usual preparations. Of course he could drink coffee black, he’d done so for at least a decade before becoming a vampire. But time had been kind to his dear caffeine and with the inventions of all of the ‘atos’ and ‘chinno’s on menus, he’d gotten pretty adventurous. Which meant he got excited to see 700 different sweetener packets and coffee creamers. With the fridge open and his eyes darting between the English toffee (a classic) and peppermint mocha (the only festive choice as far as he was concerned), he let out a soft chuckle at his coworker’s comment. “Yeah, I’m fine. Head’s in the clouds, what else is new.” Grabbing the peppermint and straightening up, he added (probably a bit too much) to his cup before putting the bottle back in the fridge and closing the door with his foot. “I think we’re supposed to be hoping for ‘silent nights’ in these trying times.” Stirring the creamer in with one of those cute little straws in the box beside the sweetener’s, he couldn’t help but give just a little bit of a smile at his own joke. 

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“Whoa, hey man, I’m sorry.” It was early, his head was definitely not in the office, and he’d nearly barreled right into Cyrus on his way into the break room on his conquest for coffee. Clapping a hand on his coworker’s shoulder in apology, Warren made his way over to the coffeemaker with a small sigh. It’d been a weird morning, one of those days where he was still in the previous day completely. Warren had squarely sat at his kitchen table just pouring over notes mindlessly. Work was a distraction for once, with Naomi being back he felt like he was just constantly worrying about her. And Mallory. And the Bordeaux’s in general. For once in his undead life, he felt on some kind of edge. Offering a small chuckle, he nodded over towards his coworker with slight, almost sarcastic smile as he poured himself a new cup of coffee. “Rough night.” @cyrus-hayes

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wyattnaomi‌:

Naomi removed her hands from the bag without taking anything out. She folded her fingers around themselves, placing them in her lap. How much more comfortable she’d feel in her real clothes, perfectly made up and groomed, and with a desk between them. She could at least have her feet on the floor then, not tucked in bed like an invalid. It reminded her of waking up in a bed herself in captivity, wondering where she was and how she had gotten there. It reinforced how helpless she was. 

Naomi exhaled, making a conscious effort not to grasp the sheets. “I appreciate that,” she said, nodding in acknowledgement and giving him a little smile. She knew Warren was sincere. It wasn’t out of character for him to be curious about what happened either. It was normal for anyone really. But there was only so much she could tell. 

“I don’t remember very much,” she admitted softly, looking downwards. “The last thing I remember was being on the train–” she frowned, shaking her head. The doctors had diagnosed her with retrograde amnesia and told her that some memories may come back…others might not. 

“It was the Castle Hills gang,” she said finally, looking back up at Warren. “They wanted whatever information I could give them about the Bordeaux. I didn’t give them much,” Naomi added, giving Warren a look that was half rueful, half proud. “And then…well they placed us in that fun house.” Naomi couldn’t help the shudder running through her body at the memory. She had been paralyzed, left lying unable to try to escape or even to shout for help. Naomi hadn’t known what was going on, why she couldn’t move. It had seemed an eternity until she was found and even longer until her powers of speech and movement returned. Naomi wished she knew how the gang had managed that, though they had proven themselves resourceful enough to know about the Bordeaux and about Naomi that it didn’t come as any great surprise they had more tricks up their sleeves. 

She didn’t remember much? That was a relief and distressing at the exact same time and Warren found himself listening intently with a puzzled expression that he was convinced was going to be on his face for days after this interaction. As for the Castle Hill gang thing….He didn’t have it in him to say it was bullshit, but he was definitely thinking it. Seemed strange that someone would try to convince her of that though. Granted, maybe that’s what she was just telling herself to cope and he couldn’t mess with that, not right now. Things were still far too fresh.

Nodding along, he clasped his hands together in front of him only to actually twiddle his thumbs together to just keep from bouncing his leg or doing whatever else to fidget while the wheels in his head were turning so fast. “Do you remember what they asked?” Might be pushing it a little, but he was curious. What did they want to know that wasn’t public knowledge? It’s not like the Bordeaux’s weren’t open with the supernatural community about who they were. Personal details was what he was worried about, especially Mallory. Giving a shake of his head, he almost tried to dismiss his question. “Like are you feeling alright? Suffering from any….Fugue states or anything?”

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hunter-haller‌:

Ramsey’s big blue eyes only seemed to grow wider as she walked around the space Warren was showing her. She was unsure what to think of everything and tilted her head like a confused puppy as she tried to look beyond what was there. She wasn’t the most critical thinking of people but could always find thing’s beyond the lines. “Do you really think they just released her though? Regardless she has been compromised. Most people who take others just don’t let them go without a purpose. I knew a hunter back home that was taken by a vampire and sent back as a message. We didn’t know later what it was” She mused glancing at Warren. “Have you talked to her?” She replied pulling at one of the pictures and the board. “ She has nice eyes” She mused glancing at the picture of Naomi, seemingly becoming distracted for a moment “They probably do. I saw this weird shadow come by and take them. It could be magic”

“I talked to her a bit, yeah. I don’t think she remembers much. Which I almost didn’t expect.” Every so often these people seemed to be biting off more than they could chew, but Warren didn’t know a lot about magic. It seemed more likely they would botch a ‘raining blood’ spell than a memory charm. “Like, they took her to send a message. I was almost waiting for…” He actually took a sip of his coffee to derail that train of thought. Naomi wasn’t in the room with them so it’s not like he really had to try and spare her peace of mind. And he could be honest with Ramsey, he’d convinced himself that she was his partner in this and that he wasn’t going to sugarcoat things. “I think I was waiting for her to come back with some kind of message for us, for the Bordeaux’s. I don’t know whether to be thankful that she didn’t or confused. Feels almost like a waste to take somebody just to scare us, you know?” Stepping forward, he set his coffee cup on his desk and then stood back to look at his board, crossing his arms over his chest.

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He was a few thumbtacks and a skein of yarn short of having one of those conspiracy boards on the wall. What he did have was a cork board filled with notes right above his desk. Some of them contained speculation and some of it contained snippets of things said on the news, things he’d overheard, other peoples theories. There was a little picture of Naomi pinned up alongside an article about the train and Warren gave a grim smile in its direction as he took a sip from his coffee cup. “They definitely grabbed her because of her connections, I don’t think it was a coincidence. I’m glad she’s okay, but I don’t get why they just released her.” It didn’t make any sense, not when they’d been pulling nails off of people and leaving body parts in party bags. Giving a shake of his head, he stepped forward to place his coffee up at his desk and grabbed for a piece of paper and pencil. “You said there was a vampire and a shifter that night at the Beekman. I think it’s safe to assume they’ve got witches up in all this too, yeah?” He scribbled down a few bullet points before looking over his shoulder at Ramsey. @hunter-haller

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jamesxcrowne‌:

A grin, charming and a little crooked, spread across the other man’s face as he listened to the first talk, giving possibilities as to his presence in this of all places. In truth, he had other things on his mind, but he wanted to re-familiarize himself with his friend’s company. “Vampire cologne ad? You take me as the David Gandy sort?” he teased. “Fancy seeing me in almost nothing, then? That’s how those go, yeah?” he continued. “Vampire Tinder though. Supernatural Tinder? Honestly not a bad idea.”

This guy, he liked him. At least at face value. “I mean, you’ve got that ruggedly handsome thing going on. Like….” Yes, that scenario. Clearing his throat, Warren held up his hands shoulder width apart in two ‘L’ shapes. “The camera pans across a lush backyard until it gets to a tree stump. Then it pans up just as you strike a piece of wood. It splits and you leave the axe in the stump but keep one hand on the handle as you wipe away the sweat from your brow. You’re wearing a flannel shirt and Levi’s. Someone calls to you from the back porch. It’s a brunette. Could be a beautiful lady or man, this stuff is eau de progressive. They’re also wearing a flannel. They cross the yard to you and hand you a beverage, kiss you on the cheek. You’ve been chopping for like an hour but you smell frickin’ delicious. They point this out. You plug the cologne.” Was Casper busy? Was Cyrus? He needed someone with a decent camera and a car to drive them upstate right then in there, the image was too vivid. Putting his hands down and hooking his thumbs in his pockets, he gave a slight nod and a casual shrug. Completely disregarding how dramatically he’d just set the scene. “But yeah, supernatural tindr. I think it’d be great in this day and age. It gets brought up a lot in think tank convos around here.”

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wyattnaomi‌:

“You wouldn’t say that if you were around when someone codes or a patient gets impatient,” she replied with another laugh. She tried to ignore the shiver that ran up and down her spine. It was unnerving sometimes to wake up in the middle of the night to shouting and the slapping of running feet on the floor. And every time, Naomi had to remind herself of where she was and that she was safe–they weren’t coming for her anymore. 

“That’s what the sprinkler system is for,” Naomi teased. “Anyway, the fires I was going around and putting out were more metaphorical than literal.” Still, she blushed, warmed by the look he gave her and his praise. For all that she had suffered, seeing the people she cared about so happy to see her back was at least some sort of reward. 

She nodded, reaching for the bag, more for something to do with her hands than because she was actually hungry. Naomi was grateful her hands didn’t shake. “I am. Just…getting my strength back as they’ve been telling me.” She gave Warren a rueful smile and shrugged, hating that it was actually true. 

“I can’t say I envy you, I’d be going stir crazy by now.” And hospitals in general weren’t his favorite places. Back when he was technically alive, they’d just been depressing, now he could literally smell death inside them. Kind of put a damper on trying to be positive. But this was a positive visit, maybe a bit of a nervous one, but it was fine. Naomi was fine. That’s what ultimately mattered.

“I uh, can I ask about what happened?” Warren tried to say it casually but it came off hesitant. Which was something he immediately kicked himself for. If this would have been twenty years ago, he’d have been fine. Getting people to open up about incidents was something he was good at. It’d been something he’d been praised for. Now he felt almost awkward, a little out of his element even. “If you don’t want to talk about it, that’s totally okay. I know you’ve been through a lot and it’s probably a lot to process.” And she’d probably talked to cops about all of it to death already. You’re not a cop, dumbass. It was a harsh reminder thought in an almost gentle tone. Because no, he wasn’t a cop, not really. A lot of the time the PI license felt like a sorry excuse of a badge. But he was a friend, a coworker, and he was personally affected by what’d happened and wanted to make sure nothing like this was going to happen to her again.

Reaching back to scratch the back of his neck, he let out a sigh and sat forward, rested his elbows on his knees. Serious guy time. “I’m sorry that this happened to you. I want you to know that I’m always gonna be here if you need somebody to talk to. Whatever I can do to support you right now, I’m gonna do.” 

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wyattnaomi‌:

Her heart was still beating fast, but Naomi smiled at her visitor with relief. “No, please do,” she said quickly, not wanting him to change his mind and leave. Naomi dreaded the end of the day when things quieted down. Although it was never totally silent in the hospital, she couldn’t help feeling more alone the later it got. It made her nervous and antsy and when she finally did fall asleep, her dreams were a jumbled mess. She was supposed to be recuperating in the hospital, and Naomi knew that it was safe, but she still couldn’t help worrying. She was the sort who wanted to plan for every eventuality but thinking of all the bad things that could still happen was not helping in this case. 

“I’m happy to have visitors.” It was a thin line, though. Some gave her too much attention. Some tired her out. Naomi enjoyed interacting with others, but many of the people who had come to visit her so far had made her feel as if she was on display. She didn’t think Warren would, though. And if he did…well the one good thing about this ordeal was that she could plead being tired whenever she wanted and be instantly left alone. Of course, that was a double edged sword these days. 

“I’m used to being way busier than this,” she said with a small laugh, hands gesturing to the almost quiet room.

He took that as an okay to stick around and made his way to the chair beside the hospital bed. Sitting down, Warren gave a soft chuckle. “Yeah, this is a lot more lowkey than the office, huh?” Just hearing her laugh again was a comfort. This was it, they were here, she was fine. The whole situation was really, really bizarre, but it was over. The entire office could take a breath now. “We missed you. Surprised the whole place didn’t go up in flames without you, honestly.” Mallory missed you. But he wouldn’t say that part out loud. That was for the two women to discuss at a later time. Heck, Mallory had probably been here already. 

Reaching over, he placed the bag of pastries on the little table beside the hospital bed so they were within her reach. For once, he actually felt kind of nervous. Because thinking about Mallory reminded him of their conversation and that conversation reminded him that Naomi wasn’t just a coworker caught up in this, she was someone who might know someone. Which complicated things just a bit for him. This whole Ouroboros thing wasn’t a case, but it might have well been at this point. For the entire supernatural community. Getting emotionally invested in things was what caused him to hang up the badge in the first place so he was apprehensive about actually learning anything new about what was going on. “You feeling okay though? Like you’re doing fine?”

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“Do you have an appointment?” Warren took a sip of his coffee as he looked to the guy currently loitering around his own loitering place. Not like he was territorial, cautious, curious, but rarely aggressive. Unless his precious (though unnecessary) caffeine supply was touched upon. He’d been through the lobby of the building twice now in the last half hour and this (ruggedly handsome) guy was still there, though he’d moved around a bit. “Job interview? Filming a vampire cologne ad?” Taking another sip of coffee, he narrowed his eyes. “I hope it’s not that last one because I think I pitched that idea to Rowan like three month ago along with the ‘vampire tindr’ app.” @jamesxcrowne

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rcwanbcrdeaux‌:

          A month. An entire fucking month, she had been gone… And even though he had lived for over a thousand years, seen more wars and crimes and atrocities that he could count, Rowan Bordeaux still couldn’t quite bring himself to wrap his head around what he had been told. Kidnapped… Naomi had been kidnapped. And neither he, or Mal, or Warren, or any one of her friends had been able to do anything about it… His mind had been busy with wonderings about what she might have witnessed and gone through while in captivity far too many times. He had wanted to reach out, talk to her, to tell her everything was going to be all right, but he didn’t really know that, did he? Plus, there was the whole emotional bond between the two –– that never really evaporated, even after the break-up –– that made his preoccupation so much more pungent… And, somehow, he couldn’t help but consider it his fault. After all, she was close to him, she worked at BITE, they were seen together frequently… And, with all that weight on his shoulders, he understood Warren. He was sure she meant a lot to him as well and that curiosity and preoccupation were feelings that dominated him just as well. “It’s fucked up. Really fucked up… I haven’t talked to her yet, I don’t even know what the hell to say… And–– Honestly, I can’t help but think that I’m among the reasons it happened.”

“I think Mallory thinks the same.” He actually faltered in catching the paper ball between his hands. If only he could use them to pull his foot out of his mouth. It sounded insensitive, like he was betraying Mallory somehow. They were siblings but that didn’t mean they shared all of their thoughts and feelings. That day he’d finally broken and gone into her office to wonder aloud what on Earth was going on had distressed him. Even just this was a little distressing, despite how casual it was in comparison to seeing their boss alone. Straightening up a little, Warren shot Rowan an apologetic look. “My cop and writer brain both agree that she was taken to mess with the family. I mean it makes sense, right? Dying isn’t something you guys do too easily. You’ve lived over a thousand years, you’ve hashtag seen some shit, it’s going to take a lot to rattle any of you guys. They took somebody present in most of your everyday lives, someone you were going to miss for sure.” 

Resting his elbows on his knees and sitting forward a bit, he gave a slight nod of his head. “But I mean she’s back now, she’s safe. I haven’t seen her yet either, but I’m thinking it was a scare tactic. I’d say those Tallis and Vale kids have a lot more to worry about than you guys or the Davenport’s. It’s weird, I’ve never dealt with like, supernatural crime. At least not like this. But I’ve pieced together enough to think that they won’t mess with her again. Reaching over he clapped a hand on Rowan’s shoulder. “ Don’t feel so bad man, it’s nobody’s fault but the Kinda-Sorta-Death-Eaters.” 

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“So she’s back.” Warren was slumped down and swiveling back and forth in a chair in Rowan’s office, a ball of wadded up paper in his right hand. His eyes were on the ceiling, unblinking. The piece of paper that he’d pass back and forth between his hands was ripped from a particular notebook from his back pocket. It was full of crossed out words and ideas on...The entire Ocktoberfest situation. Wasn’t quite a story, wasn’t quite an investigation, it was just venting, a vomit of thoughts. That’s kind of what his purpose was for being where he was currently. He just needed to kind of sit and process with someone else and he certainly wasn’t getting any work done. “I asked her about Halloween last year. Like, the last long conversation I had with her was about it. And then she just ‘poofs’ I’m trying to pretend I’m not lowkey losing my shit with curiosity here man.” He felt like he was rambling but he kind of figured the original was used to it by now, his weird antics. “Like, kidnapping? Actual kidnapping is happening now? Are you okay after all of that? The whole festival thing?” @rcwanbcrdeaux

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cagedbirdlisbeth‌:

You could just feel the awkward tension around the two of them to the point where she could probably take a bite out of it. She wanted to ease his worries and his thoughts but she couldn’t. Not without spilling what was going on. They just ended up skirting around what he saw and what he knew. She didn’t bring it up neither did he.she gently put her book down before nodding gently. “I’m good. You?” Oh, how she hated small talk. She wanted to get to know him more actually speak to him. But she was too afraid of getting close to anyone around her.

“I”m….We’re really bad at this small talk thing, aren’t we?” Every single time they saw each other. “Which, okay, I actually find hilarious because I’d like to think I’m kind of easy to talk to.” Warren gave a sigh and a shake of his head but he was grinning regardless. Relax, man. He’d just have to...Well not shut up, he needed to open up beyond pleasantries. “So why don’t we try this again. Pretend we’ve done all the ‘oh the weather is getting colder’ stuff and just...Talk?” He raised his brow a little, shot her a brief, hopeful look before taking a sip of his coffee. That might have been too much. Sounded weird or something. Which was weird because, normally, he didn’t really care if he came off as a little strange to. Lisbeth mattered though, and in a way maybe she would always matter to him. He could live with that, he still cared about a lot of people he knew he couldn’t directly help. Or even help at all. “I’ve caught you reading twice now, what kinda stuff are you into?”

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It was a gamble Naomi would even want visitor’s or be up to talking at all, but it was one Warren was willing to take. Visiting hours were nearly over but he’d been trying to tie up loose ends on a couple of things at work and still grab a cup of coffee on the way over to Lennox Hill. He’d made a point to get a little something for her though, too, had a couple of pastries in a bag in his hand as he entered the hospital room. Which he didn’t really do. Warren practically peeked inside the room.

He didn’t know what he’d been expecting, but he felt as if a weight had been lifted off of his shoulders just at the sight of her. Yeah, it sucked she was cooped up for a bit, but considering where she’d been, who she’d been with, it definitely could be worse. “Hey! I brought doughnuts from the good place two blocks away from the office.” He gave the paper bag a gentle shake to put emphasis on it before stepping in the doorway. “I know it’s getting late and if you don’t want me to stick around, I don’t have to stick around.” @wyattnaomi

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*signs a legal document with a glitter gel pen*

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josefinexgatti‌:

Even though she remained eternally unaffected by temperature changes, cooler autumn weather made it socially acceptable to wear jeans and boots and sweaters and Josefine was very ready to wear something a little cozier. She found her friend easily despite the relatively secluded location he chose. With a warm smile, the elder vampire took a seat on the blanket next to her friend and folded her legs comfortably. Both of them had been busy lately, and so this was a much-needed catch up session after months of sparse interaction.

“The sex is good,” she said nonchalantly as she brought her own thermos to her lips, which hid the smile that she couldn’t possibly suppress. Her eyebrows arched and she chuckled a little to herself, only really answering in such a manner to tie her friend in momentary knots as he did last time. “You don’t have to respond to that,” she added and placed her cup of coffee on the blanket so it leaned against her legs. “Things are great—I’m happy. I think he’s happy too.”

Warren nearly choked on his sip of coffee. Which was totally what she wanted, but he couldn’t really help it. In all honesty, he should expect it by now. He was happy she could be so open, even if it was just to tease him a bit. Happy was the key word though, she was happy, he was happy. That was a huge step forward for the both of them. Josefine deserved happiness and he wanted to step onto some soapbox and declare it to the whole park. Maybe that’d tease her back a little. Looking at her now, seeing the way her lip curved over the edge of her coffee cup in a little smile, he couldn’t help but grin at her after coughing a couple of times. “I’m sure he is.” Composing himself, he took a solid sip from his mug to try and recover from being taken off guard. “And like, is this thing official now? Not like I’m trying to put any pressure on you to make it that way or anything.” Smooth. “Just curious.” About the whole relationship in general. This guy was apparently not one of them, which was totally fine. But...He didn’t quite get how on Earth things were going to wind up in the long run. If he were bolder, he’d even ask about how the actual...Physical aspects of their relationship happened. Maybe he’d ask Dianna about that though. Little less embarrassing. Barely.

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mallorybordeaux‌:

The CEO didn’t acknowledge his concern of her well being. “Of course she was taken on purpose. She’s the assistant to an Original vampire. There’s not coincidence in that,” Mallory replied matter-of-factly, not moving to take a seat in her own chair. She was dumb enough to believe Naomi’s abduction was a merely happenstance. 

Okay, no feelings talk then. He didn’t really expect her to. He knew Mallory wasn’t just going to spill anything really heavy. Which was fine, it’s not like he needed to swoop in and save her and he didn’t think she saw his concern as a way of asking permission to do so. No, Mallory could fight her own battles. He just wanted her to know that he was there to support her any way he could. “I don’t quite get it.” Warren admitted, reaching to scratch at the side of his neck. “What they’re playing at. Has something to do with bones no doubt, can’t imagine anyone is defiling a grave just for funsies.” Though he was sure the Tallis family was probably buried with some cool shit. So far this group had proven to be pretty stereotypical baddies, they were probably more after anything having to do with dead people than money. But it made sense for them to snatch Naomi, he supposed. The Bordeaux’s were already dead. Nothing could really be done to them. But taking someone living whom they cared about? That was going to get some kind of reaction. “I might stop by her apartment. Talk to some people. Neighbors maybe. I apologize in advance if my work goes from subpar to unbearable.” He offered just a hint of a smile, just enough to lighten things. “I think she’s okay though. I just kinda feel it.” Somehow he couldn’t believe they’d just kill her off. They had taken her for a reaction, they were waiting for a reaction.