[ closed/open ] Highway to the danger zone

[volitaunt]

who: Poe + CR + ALSO YOU, MAYBE??
what: Catch-all with closed and open prompts
when: April/May
where: ALL AROUND LE TOWN, more prompts to come i'm sure
warnings: Poe attempting to babysit ten thousand tiny Star Warses and then self-destructing when he doesn't have that distraction any more???

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[evasives]

[he expected the no, but he just needs to keep poe thinking he's still on the same 'get a gun from poe' track and not 'get to the barracks because there are bound to be more than just poe's guns there' track.]

You should tell that to the war. I am sure they will take it into consideration.

[volitaunt]

[ For a second there's a flicker of quiet rage in his face, though it's not directed at Cassian. ]

Or the people who teach kids to use weapons.

[ And then he thinks of John's girl, what's her name, Chyler. Learning to use a handgun at six.

And he gives. ]

All right, look. Make a deal with me. No gun tonight. If-- [ He almost says if you're still like this in the morning. ] If nothing's changed tomorrow, if you haven't changed your mind, we'll find you some kind of weapon. All right? As long as you promise not to shoot Jyn even if she punches you.

[evasives]

I would be dead if no one taught me. [he says it so matter-of-factly. too many close calls with clonetroopers, stormtroopers, whatever they call themselves. he doesn't care, he hates them all.]

[he squints, trying to figure out how serious poe is being about this. it seems fake, because how can he trust an offer like that after the big fuss poe had over it?]

I am not going to change my mind. [he frowns.] I would not shoot her. I told you, I don't want to shoot anyone here. She is a brat, but she's not trying to kill me. That's an easy promise.

What kind of weapon? [he needs to make poe think he's going along with it.]

[volitaunt]

Yeah. [ Poe scrubs a hand through his hair. ] Yeah, I guess you would.

[ The thought makes him sick. It makes him miss home even more, it makes him want to find the First Order pry every numbered kid they have out of their grip.

He gives Cassian a sharp look. ]

Something the others can't hurt themselves on easily.

[evasives]

[he shrugs it off, trying to be Cool and Blase about it. he picked up a blaster one day and an older kid told him he was holding it wrong. everything else went from there, and cassian is still alive so it can't be that bad!]

That's kind of vague. A projectile or something I keep in closer? [now he's just curious as to what kind of weapon poe would think was a good idea for him to have.]

[volitaunt]

[ He rubs his forehead again, wishing doing that would stave off the headache rapidly developing behind his eyes. ]

You're too smart. Has anyone ever told you that?

[ No Cassian that isn't an answer to your question is it. ]

[evasives]

Yes. [clever, more like.]

[he lets a pause hang in the air for a stretch of about three, four seconds.]

You did not answer me.

[volitaunt]

[ THIS CHILD. Now Poe see where Cassian gets it. The deadpan was there from the start. Sweet Crèche's Savior. ]

No, I didn't. Look, probably something you'd keep closer. Something you can keep out of the other kids' hands. Okay? I'm probably going to have to give Finn a weapon if I give you a weapon and give Rey a weapon if I give him one--god, then Jyn will want one.

[ SCRUBBING HIS HAND THROUGH HIS HAIR THIS IS TERRIBLE. ]

[evasives]

Jyn seems more concerned about her stupid toys than a weapon. I already told you I would not share it with them.

[he hums, like he's considering.] A knife?

[it'd be better than the butterknife he already has in his pocket. then he'll have two knives and whatever guns he gets from the barracks.]

[volitaunt]

I'm afraid she'll see a weapon as a toy. I know you won't share. That's not the problem.

[ He shouldn't be able to speak this frankly about armaments with a smol. This is wrong and confusing and still terrible. ]

Fine, a knife. And a sheath with a strap you can hold it in place with. I don't want someone yanking it out accidentally.

[ SPOILERS CHILD HE'S NOT GONNA GIVE YOU A KNIFE. ]

[evasives]

The problem is you don't want to give a child a weapon, but I have already told you several times I know how to use one. You don't have to like it but it doesn't make that fact any less true no matter how much you keep pretending otherwise.

[he is getting! so bored! but like a frustrated bored.]

Are you going to stick to your deal?

[volitaunt]

[ He glares at the tiny Cassian. ]

Look, you can use as much logic as you want, that still doesn't mean I'm gonna feel better about it.

[ Poe Dameron, in a nutshell. ]

I'll stick to my deal. All right? [ A pause. ] I'm trusting you.

[evasives]

[cassian stares for a few long seconds. he's still not expecting poe to hand over any weapons, but he supposes he's reached the point where if he agrees, poe will leave him free to literally leave the house. or at least stop watching him like a hawk for a few minutes.]

[the man trusts too easily.]

Fine. Then I will stick to it too. [a beat.] I want something to eat. And no, you don't need to help me with that.

[volitaunt]

[ Ahahahaha like he will relax a all THE ENTIRE TIME THIS LASTS. ]

Yeah, yeah. I'm going to anyway, because if you eat then everyone else will probably want something to eat too.

[ A SLIGHT BOW AND A FLOURISH AS HE GESTURES TO THE DOOR. ]

[evasives]

[cassian throws his hands up.]

I know how to cook! You are ridiculous.

[he stomps out of the room, for the first time this entire conversation acting like his own age.]

[he can steal the stupid guns later.]