>>64891568well that's an angle im leaving up to you comrade, my angle its gonna be about how
after The First's dead, every single company has declared war on each other on hopes of them becoming the one true monopolyAlso about how humans have lost touch with themselves after adquiring powers. Some people, like say STARTEND, have their own agenda aside from their contractorsThe plot will follow a Handler (gee i wonder who he is) and his team of metahumans, as they take contracts for several parties. All in all, its a excuse to write chuuni shit.
>"Handler...we-">"Yes. I can see that">You take a deep breath, fully knowing what will happen in that warehouse. >They might be scum, but they are still homo sapiens. Humans with no abilities>"Handler Anonymous. Code Advent">The rest of the team looks at you, both with interest and expectatives>"Release Authorized">>Fuwawa's ears twitch. The gunfire tearing at her cover. Her eyes meet her sister's across the room>A grin manifests in her twin, and she cant help but feel the euphory again. This isnt the prison...here they can fight>They can go wild here>"Mococo. RELEASE">Fuwawa darts out of the boxes, the hummies aiming their guns at her, as she grins. She knows its a maniacal one>"Fuwawa. RELEASE">The shackles around her hands soften up. Her power returns>Her senses expand, the bullets sound too loud. The cars in the street annoy her>the hummies shoot more bullets.>Fuwawa's grin grows>>Fucking metahumans. Your hands shakily reload the gun as you pop over some boxes, spraying at the blurr. Kobes and Shaft die before even hitting the floor.>Someone chucks a grenade at them and you dive for cover, before blindly spraying more bullets in the directions of the screams,ignoring the crawling man with half of her body missing. A woman from the truck comes to you, firing her handgun at random>"We gotta bolt brother,cut our loses">The broad is right, and you scramble to follow her, racing to the truck as another explosion shakes the warehouse.>You jump a red splotch in the ground, presumably someone who got punched, and reach the truck, riding shotgun>"GO GO GO!">The woman doesnt need to hear that twice, as she steps on the gas. >You look back, and let a breath of relief to see that there's still people firing at those weirdos>"Nice job Sister">You turn around.>The pink one is sitting inbetween the two of you, covered from head to toe in gore and lazily stretching. The truck woman is frozen, driving automatically like a robot as tears fall down her face.>The cabin fills with the smell of ammonia>you dont know which of you pissed themselves. But does it matter?>"P-Please". That's all you can mutter>The dog. No, the hound tilts her head cutely at you. Her grin growing as she gives you a one word answer delivered in a strong accent>"Nope~" 