Time to get some help

The hours in the day wane, the shop closes, and Fuuzoku gives you a good luck hug on the way out. Taking a deep breath, you get in your car, turn on your favorite song, an Canadian Classic Rock track; Subdivisions, and turn the engine over.

It’s about a 45 minute drive to a converted old factory on the edge of the city. From the looks of the outer structure, you’d say it was built back in the 1900s, probably for car production, though you’d have to guess the silo-sized jetpack attached to the roof was a new addition. Bright yellow And pink kanji read out “Hatsume’s Babies and Bodyworks!” with fine print below it saying “Solicitors will be guinea pigs.”

You knock. *once...twice...thr-* aaaaand there’s a turret aiming at you. A feminine (and very loud) voice comes over the speaker. “Okay, what are you selling? Actually don’t bother, I’ve had this baby I’ve wanted to try ou-“ You speak up, “I’m Ren Yamada! Momo sent me!” The turret shudders at (you hope) power being redirected from it and the door starts to slowly open. The sound of grinding metal is suddenly drowned out by very loud jets as a girl with pink dreads charges at you from the factory floor.

You brace for impact, but it never comes, instead leaving you staring at a girl directly in the goggles-covered eyes...about three inches from your head. Just who the hell did Momo send you to? “Ah, so you’re the poor guy whose quirk made him a “menace to society!” as she put it. Come on in, I have a few ideas depending on the type we’re looking at!” She grabs your hand as she drags you inside...your quirk goes off.