Can't wait to do something here later with my new character.
Maverick Incorporated U.S (Closed)
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Pale, crystal blue eyes peered out the window of an unassuming apartment. The city of Denver seemed frantic during the day. Below, the traffic congested on the roads, and men and women rushed into their office buildings with little care for anything else. Bracing his large and thick forearms on the open window's frame, the Baabda Beast's features, so often veiled by a mask that was entirely its own in design and style, wore a jagged scar across the bridge of his nose, and an icy heartlessness that bordered on psychopathic. He was silent, an unblinking gaze resting on the sight of the far and distant Maverick Incorporated building. It could barely be seen. 'We might as well be on the other side of he city', his mind pointed out.
"Bozzano", his deep voice lumbered, thick Lebanese inflection echoing with a timbre of domineering gravitas. "That building", he paused, turning from the window to face one of the New Rock prison escapees. Andreia Bozzano. Mutant supremacist, would-be terrorist, and former chemist. She was a petite woman, slim even at the waist. Her hair was a waterfall of mahogany brown, and her features were sharp and of aristocratic flair. Her nose was long, and her eyes were a predatory shade of hazel. "Satar?", she answered, left brow raised in mild curiosity, arms folded before her chest as she strode forward to gaze at the faraway building being pointed at. "That building is our target. The weapons we need to secure Gothic City, and to make good of our chances against Avalon, are there", Satar informed.
"Do as we have planned", he ordered. Slipping on his powerful face mask, while insisting that Ana and an accompanying Zuheb Uzeif, another of the New Rock escapees, adorn themselves with the gas masks designed to withstand and endure the brunt of Andreia's unique powers, the Baabda Beast waited as the Italian-American strode forward and a grin that was devilish and cheeky found itself on her features. She was immune to her own powers, she needed no gas mask bolstered by the technology of the future's science. And like Satar, she understood that when faced with an enemy, it is imperative that they disarm them, distract them from their priorities, and deprive them of their senses, all in an effort to subdue and destroy the cohesion of units. Principles of guerrilla warfare, a staple of the Baabda Beast, and of the Brahma Bull.
She felt her powers vibrate at her fingertips, and in an instant, in some streets several distances ahead, she conjured puddles of thioacetone, a chemical whose smell is so severe and overpowering that it left those exposed to it, disabled. Her approach was logical. By conjuring scattered puddles across different streets, its point of origin would be virtually impossible to detect, and thus, maintain their anonymity. The chemical, thioacetone, wasted no second in making its effects felt. An organic compound in which a carbon atom is bonded to a sulfur-hydrogen pair, one drop of thioacetone can be smelled almost instantly from half a kilometer away. But puddles spread over a city's different streets? It seized the entire city's nose without mercy. There were spontaneous outbreaks of vomiting throughout the neighborhoods. And by virtue of a chemical whose smell is so ungodly and severe, Andreia threatened the evacuation of the entire city of Denver.
Her intention however, was to cause the evacuation of Maverick Incorporated's building, to cleanse it of the majority of its personnel, and to minimize whatever resistance Satar and the others might encounter once there. She sought to use the city's frantic and panicked state to divide Maverick's attention. Thioacetone uttered no sound and left no wreckage. It merely stunk, but it did so with such overpowering relentlessness, it was so unbearably awful that the civilians in the streets staggered, clutched their stomachs, vomiting their predigested meals and fled in terror. The chemical reeked to such a degree that many suspected the evil of supernatural forces to be at play. Nausea and sickness, tears and hopelessness, all were a theme in this unorthodox assault. The Baabda Beast waited, he waited for a reaction from Maverick. "The building, in the coming minute, it should be hours to raid", he told Ana and Zuheb. "Be ready, For resistance".
Time and time again did Samael know the limitations of his own Stand. Along with the very obvious weakness that he needed to see where he was going on a regular basis, the pride in his heart and his great love of his master often kept him from achieving his objectives to their fullest potential. Instead, he continued to hide within the Stand - Cold Testament devouring everything in its path, whether it touched that obstacle or a foreign object collided with it on pure accident. The miasma of the void moved ever onward, and Samael clung to the innards of his Stand, hiding amidst the trembling emptiness. He could see nothing, smell nothing, but the reverberations from the outside moving in alerted him constantly of his surroundings. He could pinpoint the rainstorm-like pitter-patter of heavy machinegun fire, automatic weapons leading him somewhere.
The gunslinger he came face-to-face with earlier deliberately spurred him on, provoking his directionally-challenged blindness to charge at her and her alone. Explicitly, this would end in her avoiding the charge entirely and him becoming lost again. The fact remained that he required to poke his head out from time to time to assess his exact whereabouts. From there, any number of ambushes could be launched. His flesh still bled, after all. His skin and bones could still be broken. Of course, Samael, his pride often winning out over his common sense, thought himself too quick for the woman to evade completely. With a monumental effort, he surged forward, the void of Cold Testament absorbing all matter around the two as the combined tackle ended in a dull thud, and then a screeching nothingness.
He knew that he did not catch her at that point. He would have heard something else other than that, perhaps the sizzling of flesh and clothes just before the abyss.
A curious other sizzling occurred around him, however. Instead of peeking out in order to find his location, he stayed put, content with taking the ambush instead of facing it without such a substantial defensive buff. Apparently they tried to cook him inside his own shell, or that was the general idea. While this would have worked wonders against a heavily armored foe or one with ridiculous levels of durability that no bullet could pierce, the light particles and microwaves emitted from the device were literally lost in the void, eaten like everything else around it and destroyed, broken down into nothingness. A signature humming sound alerted Samael to their whereabouts, and he focused on them rather than the woman who hunted him in the darkness.
Flying out with an insane burst of speed, he knew he consumed two on contact, though not the one responsible for operating the device in question. These were two completely unaware members of the vast military organization, armed with firearms dedicated to taking down superhuman threats. They couldn't even track the surface of the void sphere through heat sensors; the heat disappeared on contact with it, leaving a dread nothingness in its wake. No heat, nor cold, could be attributed to the thing. Samael cursed under his breath. He had to become invisible to their primary sense of sight once more, hide in plain view, and strike out invisibly and utterly unsuspected. But then, the sound waves came.
By attacking his primary form of understanding his surroundings outside of Cold Testament, the Maverick troops almost guaranteed a victory at that moment. The sound waves, though disappearing in the void as well, still had a profound residual effect. He desperately covered his ears as the sound, though tumbling into the vast emptiness around him, still provided enough of an audial shock to stun him temporarily - though not to the extent that was hoped for. Rather than liquefying his organs with sound, the effect was little more than quartered by virtue of Samael's very surroundings; like dropping a stone into a lake rather than using it to break someone's head open. The ripples of energy were still there, but more displaced and harmless.
They enabled him to, once more, find a target.
Lashing out, he knew he killed at least one more trooper, again missing the weapon targeted against him that earned his initial ire. Hovering in subspace, leaving the inner sanctum of Maverick Enterprises a complete disaster, Samael opted for a tactical retreat. He blasted into the next room, devouring everything in his way in order to make a clever escape at least four walls over, dividing him from the Maverick strike force. He came to a bathroom and exited from Cold Testament, trying to decide on his next move.
@warsman said:
I want to see the look on Mav's face when he sees all this.
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