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Armand stopped on the steps he ws ascending. his mouth curled into a look of pure disgust and he hollered with all his booming baritone that he could muster. "I smell fish and chips...no, wait... moldy meat pies. OH NO.. Wrong again.. its just some rude old british lump of curtled hogsmilk. what was his name again.. LUTHER?!" HE smiled wickedlyt and started walking up the stairs faster. he had all intentions of drawing his sword on luther tonight... everything he had tried had failed since he met luther, and it was all because of some silly complex armand had in his head about cossette... he wanted to dismiss it all so he coudl get back to loathing eternity again. as he made it to the top floor he stood in teh hallway peering about the place. his hair just as fiery crimson red as hishart was feeling dark tonight. he held in his hand the remains of his project. a device to hanress the power of god, the ANGEL HAMMER.... it was broken in ways he could not fix.. but he coudl still bashe the soccerball sized contraption against luthers head till his eyballs where lying at his feet. Armand had a knife in his pocket... a silvery butterfly knife with a swirling design... he as goign to carve a smile on cossettes face... even if it healed, it would still make armand feel better about himself... he had it all planned out in his head how the encounter woudl go down....but then again.. that was in his head, wasnt it?
Armand cracked the knuckles in his right hand and sracked his back, standing up to his full seven feet, looking like a black candle already alght, with his red hair shining in the hallways florescent bulbs.

"Oh no, don't leave before you've seen the giant marshmellow man, or the big explosion accompanied by the end credits!" He smiled again, this time with a sick little piece of humour. "We have, the Spaniard with a Cosette complex and an urge to spill my blood, the Vampire diplomat, the American obsessed with British humour, The Prissy Princess with the heart of Cruelty, and the deranged Vampire with a slight grasp of what's going on" He chuckled happily, grinning, "That's me" He said, jerking a thumb towards himself. "My friend Oliver once said that having an argument with an idiot is like trying to walk on water" He was clearly referring to the Spaniard with disdain here, "Then again he also said dogs can't look up." He coughed, then said "I smell somebody who can't come up with a better insult than a common British stereotype!" He bellowed back, clearly being reduced to childish name tossing, "My intellect is like razor wire, his is like a frozen leg of lamb" He sighed, he said this to himself but also to a general little act of playing the taxed upon Mass Murderer. "Now! May I ask why there's a Hunter in my Apartment who isn't bleeding at a high rate? Tis an outrage, that it is!" He said in a fake cockney accent, "This is all sixes and sevens if you ask this old geezer!"

((Seriously, what the hell is with the intrusions? At this point it isn't even funny >_<"))

Four people were talking; Basically all at the same time in a nonstop commotion, a parade of childish banter and English driven insults that for the most part, flew right over her pretty little blond head. Not only was it reviving the hammering headache of her withdraw as she attempted to focus on everything from the endless chatter through walls to trying to secure Stan's arm under her so she could get to work; But for the dreadful fact that Cosette for all purposes was completely and utterly forgotten.And that was the worse part, Because there she was standing in the middle of it all and lost amongst fish and chips, Monty Python, and everything else that was after her time.
“Oh, This is just getting absolutely ridiculous.”Cosette suddenly yelled, speaking loud enough that she very much hopped she might be heard over the all the pathetic back-talking between the four idiot men. Not acting much more mature herself, Cosette threw down the knife in one loud dramatic display just as she stomped her foot down upon the floor in a miniature tempter tantrum.

“You, Don't touch him. Be nice. And be quiet. You are giving me a headache.” Cosette muttered the request as she pointed a finger in Luther's direction. She then spun around too fast, suddenly facing Stan and uttered another demand, this time directed at him. “ And you, Just shut up or I'll suffocate you again. And this time, I won't drop the barrier.” And then, since she was obviously the only sane creature in the mists of it all, She snatched up one of Stan's UV equip guns and marched, practically stomped her way to the door and threw it open with one forceful tug, nearly pulling it right off the hinges.
“I was very busy and you interrupted, If you wanted to see my goddamn oh-so lovely face so horribly you need to make an appointment because I don't have time in my precious day for you to just show up unannounced, especially with you waving around trash in your hand like it's something special. You better have a damn good reason.” She spoke, her honey voiced laced with harsh and bitter undertones as she spoke to Armand while she raised the gun and trained her steady aim on Jack's face; hoping it would be enough to shut him up until she was ready to address him as well. When she did decided to speak to him, It wasn't any more polite than she had the others.
“And you, Little peacemaker. Go away. No one wants your charity. So, turn around and march right back to your room before I figure out just how to use this damn thing and blow your lovely face all over the hallway.”

A shiver ran down armands spine. He growled in his throat and shook the hunk of singed metal in his hand in the air, bantering back at luther.
"GO FALL IN THE ABYSS AND SUCK SATANS TEET YOU OLD ENGLISHBASTARD!" He yelled, back as cossette came out, looking for the first time flustered.
"I DONT EVENKNOW WHYYOU HATE MY SPANISH a**!" he looked at cossette, and by instinct, drew out both of his eight shot revolvers from his back, training them on cossettesheart. in an instant he blinked and his gun barrles dropped slowly as eh took the verbal wipping from the short french maiden. again, he saw himself carving a smile on her pretty little face, defiling it for the SAKE of defiling it. he twitched a few times and looked straight at cossette, walking forward slowly, his metal heeled boots clinking as he walked.
"Move aside, little girl, and stop taking it so seriously... life i mean..." He was now at the point where he could see luther directly.
"I'm sick of our stupid fighting... let us take oour problems outside...We need to talk.... god knows This pathetic planet needs more people from the old world in it... i dont suppose it would do anybody any good if either of us got oureselveskilled." Armand always seemed to revert slightly to the old ways when he was around luther...or cossette for that matter. he didnt exact;ly like it either.

Cosette might be a horrible mind reader when she wasn't drugged up high, But she knew the instant someone thought her to be amusing. It was the third time in one single night that someone thought to made a joke out of poor Cosette, Like her childhoods outbursts and weak lithe abilities were the greatest thing since French toast. She quickly smacked Jack's hand away like he was merely some child reaching for cookies, insulted that he would take it upon himself to instruct her when she had the gun posed right his face and played it off as though the upset blond wasn't in the least bit threatening. Oh, she would have to change that, Make it dreadfully clear just what she was capable of.
Cosette had opened her mouth and was just about to tell Jack off, when her fragile body twitched in the slightest as a thought jumped to her delicate mind. For once, The violent and cruel wish for blood wasn't her own, but belonged to the Spanish who was imagining all sorts of horrid and disgraceful things. Maybe Armand wasn't after her black little heart after all, But another one of those people that wanted to crush her just because she was too cute to resist.

Those eerie blue eyes left Jack's face and flickered to Armand just as he called her a little girl, being all sorts of rude and practically shoving her out of the way. Cosette reached behind herself, fingers grasping around for the back pocket of her bleach washed jeans. The last syringe was there, nestled safe and snug between the fabric. Cosette knew exactly how many nanoseconds it would take to pull it out, uncap it and jab the needle into her perfect skin. Of course, She tried to justify doing such a thing, mentality insisting to herself that she would only jump to such extremes if things got really out of hand. But it was tempting, knowing that with a single dose she would be able to quite the entire situation.

“I said shut up, Stan! Or I'll break your stupid toy.” Cosette called out over her slender shoulder as Stan's voice broke her concentration. Everything was so loud, Armand was practically yelling. It was nagging on her delicate mind, threatening to break it, teasing forth an involuntary and violent need to see blood and disregard a very developed restraint for causing messes.
“No one was fighting Armand, Last I knew we were on such splendid terms. And now you barge in wanting to demolish my pretty face. It's not very nice. Now, If you try again and start over, come up the stars all polite and like a proper gentleman, I might let you inside.” Her tone had dropped to a low octave, weary and on edge as her fingers rose to cup her pounding head. Yet, She still managed to stand her ground, As small as she was Cosette still manged to present an iron strong barrier between the doorway, refusing to allow Armand into the room.

Armand smiled when he realized cossette was looking into his head. the smile faded rather quickly though.
"You seem to have the illusion tha i care what you think of me still, cossette..."

He said coldly, loooking deep into her eyes. he could see the bloodlust in hers. that aweful nagging need 500 years of draining the life out of humans gives you... he was surethatwas why hisnerves where fried tonight, and why cossette acted as she did. because the truth about blood was, the more you drink, the more you want it, and the less it helps the thirst. he smiled and let his thoughts wander back to a simpler time in old spain... all the men, women, and children that he had taken lives from,all the nights on the town just watching how the lower class lived. The smug look on his face as he mowed down every man who challenged him to a duel because he had put the moves on their woman... and an expecially bloody night at the estate of the banker who refused to approve a loan to his sister...
"Ah, the good old days... when these FANGS where law...when i DIDNT give a rats a**... wether the rat was english, spanish, french, german, or asian...they get stepped on regardless of what they look like."

Jack looked at Cosette and shook his head. He looked at her face. She was definitely on edge. He sighed quietly as he ran a hand through his hair. He waited for something to happen. As he waited though, he could feel his eye beginning to twitch. He could feel his fingers twitch as hell as he tightened it into a fist.

Jackie-boy... you're getting taunted. I wouldn't take that if I were you.

"Piss off, JR. I'm not gonna do anything... lest THEY try something.

He grunted quietly as he crossed his arms. He looked back inside, keeping an eye on the situation. He knew something would break out at some point... and he knew that when it did it wouldn't blow over well.