Flower of Marta [Kado]

Niso scoffed a little, shaking his head at that opening line. "I don't think there's too much difference in any dictionary but... I see your point." He smirked a little, his energy still somewhat low but a little glad that he could hold a conversation like this with someone who understood. Marta wasn't really something he talked about afterall. He didn't talk about the misery or the anguish because he didn't want to be one of those idiot criminals who touted some tragic backstory unprompted but... remembering it with someone else who experienced it? he could get behind that. "She has been, though if you ask her she'd probably tell you I've been the one helping her. She's sweet like that...~"

Niso wasn't unaware of how the fostering and adoption worked at Martas. Growing up, sure, kids just dissapeared for a while and came back maybe a little beaten or bruised and he didn't care to think on why, but looking into Martas when he'd been pursuing information on Luzia? He managed to learn what the true nature of those temporary absences from Martas were...

"I can imagine..." He'd idly retort, already trying to conjure up the images on both sides who'd want someone like that under their thumb. Those wishing to use Nature's wrath as part of their forces, or those who'd use it as a scapegoat, set up the scene of a quirker running rampant so their own side could get more support. He didn't voice his guess on the matter, he'd seen Luzia's own 'tragic memory' face enough times that he could see the pain on someone's face easily enough. He briefly thought to how he'd once been terrible at empathizing but... maybe Luzia helped with that a little too. Maybe it was just that these two people shared their connection to Martas. Hard to say...

Niso's body seemed to almost flinch however at the remark of a tranq collar... there were few things he truly despised. His love for chaos embraced nearly all actions afterall no matter how mundane, silly, or destructive... but slavery and submission were hardly close to being in his repertoire. His arms crossed about him dug their fingers into the opposing arm. But... anger and rage had to go somewhere, and Niso lifted his head with an unnerving smile.

"Well your an adult now, with your own control of your quirk.... I hope this story might have a happy ending where you made them pay?~" He'd ask. Regardless of how that story ended however, Niso had a growing thought... stepping a little closer. "Speaking of happy endings though.... would you be interested in putting a happy ending on the Saint Marta's story?~"

Niso rose his brow as he started to put the pieces together before it was obvious, his foggy memory recalling the image of one of the few bright spots in that hellhole, the garden, and how it just... didn't seem to be there one day. With Luzia that flesh of red had been his catalyst to awaken from his fugue state, but he still had to actually see it for it to have even worked on him, but as far as this woman's own escape? He hadn't been there to witness it sadly, and as such he'd been stuck there a few more years. Besides, probably for the best, at such a young age for himself he probably wouldn't have done well in any escape attempts, even with his quirk... he would have just been put under a tighter lock and key, or something worse.

"I see... well good to know what fuels you. A van load of bouquets rocking up at St Martas for their funeral seems almost... poetic.~" He let out with a cheeky grin, picturing it already, a whirlwind of rose petals forming that draconic beast that had been chasing him down before. His shoulders shuddered with delight before he met her eyes again, folding his arms across his chest as his stance generally became more assured and strong. With his unstoppable, merciless charge and Luzia's power behind him he'd been sure the two of them could destroy Martas before anyone turned up to stop them, but with a force like this and enough fuel behind that dragon...

"Well it's good to hear you're not an entirely tainted soul if you want to save someone from that hellhole but... how about helping us put the full works in on the matter?" He rested a hand on his chest. "Me and my beloved Luzia are planning to destroy that retched place once and for all... burn it to the ground and leave nothing but ash. We'd help the children escape of course but the more employees we can trap in that place as it burns to the ground the better. I'm sure your dragon is, ironically, not the greatest fan of fire but... where we to truly come to arrange this little 'get together' of the Marta escapees... perhaps you'd be open to an invite?"

He was cautious here, not wanting to give out any dates until it was clear she was on board. Didn't want anyone alerting the police in advance afterall.

“Mmm…” He felt a little insulted by the comment that they’d need any more than… well, just him if he was honest, and he came packaged with his lovely painter to boot. Kado should just be honoured to even be offered a chance to join the two of them as they burned the place to the ground but she did raise a good point. As hellish as those people were they also weren’t idiots, so Niso couldn’t just walk in with a few prepared molotovs and hope for the best… those old coots would have something up their sleeve. Maybe even a few indoctrinated child soldiers who were being groomed to take over once they were done with the place…

“You make a fine point… I was going to have it just be me and my girl originally but… thinking about what other escapees might be out there has me considering a potential alternative…” He rubbed his hands together with a sly smile curling up the sides of his cheeks, offering his hand across. “Tell you what… I’ll come let you know when things are moving forward and… in the meantime I’ll see what other hands we can get on board. How’s that down flower girl?~”