[b]ABADDON[/b]

Scipio awoke from his nap. He'd been asleep for at least an hour already, and it had certainly done him some good. Refreshed and alert, he got out of bed and headed over to the bathroom to wash up a bit. Once he finished, Scipio "altered" his clothing. Since it was really made from symbiotic material, such a thing was possible and easy to do. Also, cost efficient. He never needed to waste money on new clothes ever again! 

"Don't know why I even bothered, we're... heading out anyway."

"#Figured. I should tell you a few things first though."

"Oh? What?"

"#When you were napping I had time to take in the atmosphere by myself, and noticed faint signals being broadcast throughout the area. I've actually noticed them since the chaos today began, and I have a pretty good feeling it's a signal meant to meant people, especially metahumans, go berserk."

Scipio thought about the symbiote's words for a brief moment. The craziness sure made more sense now, especially that small spree of destruction by Obliterate earlier today. What he wondered though is who or what could be broadcasting such a frequency, and why. Furthermore, why did it seem that some metas such as himself, Lass, and Hawk remained unaffected? The symbiote picked up on this.

"#I'm guessing that's possible because of both your supernatural connections and me technically functioning as a mental shield. Hawk is naturally attuned to electricity, so it could be that his amplified bioelectricity blocks the signal. The child... not sure. In the end-"

"It must just boil down to how resistant someone is to such things, including their willingness to resist."

The symbiote spread over Scipio, making him Abaddon once more. He'd need to go and find the source, or sources of these frequencies. Also, Lass. He had a feeling that kid would be searching for him.