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[lost_undercover]

Who: Armand, Billy Costigan; later, Donny Donowitz, Dick Grayson, optional Claire Bennet. [Closed.]
Where: Level 4 common room, then other places.
When: Late tonight.
What: Costigan attacks Armand, Armand beats up Costigan, Donny intervenes; Dick catches Donny/Costigan on the way back to Donny's room; Armand goes to talk to Claire (or something).

Comments

Only if you excuse mine.

[lost_undercover]

Costigan saw Armand moving toward him and he couldn't help himself. Maybe it was all the stress, maybe it was that he still felt like he was withdrawing from the pills. Maybe it was something else entirely. Whatever the reason, the inmate cocked back a fist before he even knew what he was doing to try to slam a punch square into Armand's cheekbone. It played out like slow motion as his body angled one way and then the other in a more fluid motion, arm extending out toward the other man. As soon as it was launched, however, everything caught up at an obscenely fast pace and the former undercover was struggling to catch his thoughts up with his behaviors.

Costigan knew that Armand was a vampire and, though he didn't know the specifics, he had a rough idea of what that meant. As soon as his arm had withdrawn, he was trying to grab the man and force them both back into the common room in an attempt to tackle him to the ground. Now that he had commit, there was likely no way out and Costigan wasn't sure he wanted one anyway. A good brawl was exactly what he needed right now.

Perhaps!

[whattasteisthis]

Armand hadn't expected Costigan to start anything, hell, the vampire didn't even know him enough to expect much of anything. The punch pushed the vampire's momentum in the opposite direction, taking him back into the common room, more out of surprise than any true force. His already unsteady control over his memories rocked and tipped and as he felt a hand on him, seizing him and sending him backwards further into the room. He hit the floor before he could properly process what had happened and think of anything other than his mentor. Where was Marius? Why wasn't he here?

How deviously noncommittal. >:3

[lost_undercover]

This was going better than Costigan could have hoped and he took full advantage of the situation while it lasted, straddling Armand almost immediately to launch a series of punches at both his face and torso. Either the guy was suicidal, which the former undercover would take advantage of, or he'd just been taken by surprise and would be retaliating, which meant Costigan didn't have much time at all. Obviously one was better to plan for than the other, so the Bostonian was carefully attentive to when he might be thrown off with the hope he would at least land on his elbows or something.

[whattasteisthis]

Armand finally began to realize that he was being pounded in the face in the present, not somewhere in the past and at least two punches landed on him before he gave the Bostonian a hard shove. Still, the veil of his memory had not lifted and the former Armand slowly began to fight back, long nails exposed and ready to tear.

[lost_undercover]

Costigan fell off of him from the shove, landing on his back, but quickly rolled over and was moving to get to his feet. He turned as quickly as he was able to have his eyes on the vampire again, right hand unconsciously slipping to the handle of the knife at his back, but not pulling it out yet in case there was still a chance to walk away. The former undercover recognized that look in Armand's eyes, however; it mirrored his own and he doubted the chance of either of them just walking away.

[whattasteisthis]

Armand noticed the hand going to Costigan's back and almost immediately his suspicion heightened. What had Costigan come here to do? Kill him? That was exactly what Santiago and his cult had done. Soon, the smell of smoke filled his nose and Marius was being engulfed in flame. A dark snarl took over his face before he lept toward Costigan, no longer seeing the cop but the tall, slender Santiago. He pinned the cop to the ground, snarling as he tore at Santiago's face.