We're orphans, not Family.... and that other guy (Martas)

The revving of a motorcycle engine would be the first sound to herald her approach, and as Kado arrived at the rendezvous location that the happy couple had proposed for their meeting, she had to admit it made for an interesting change of pace. She had come to the meeting wearing her black and red motorcycle leather bodysuit, covered by her black hooded robe and of course her white mask.

Whilst she knew Luzia and Niso, Kado wasn't sure who else was turning up for this little faux reunion and so took some precautionary measures. As she stepped off the motorcycle, she looked around the interior of the warehouses tent and in particular at the decorations that the Painter had no doubt had a hand in.

"Almost feels like a rave in here." Kado mused to herself, making her way over towards the table. "I hope I'm not interrupting?" she asked with an amused tone as she watched Luzia and Niso having a moment together.

She tilted her head curiously though at the more lively "decorations" that were currently strapped to the building. "A captive audience? Really?" asked Kado, gesturing to the construction workers that the pair had captured. She sort of felt sorry for the poor people getting caught up in this. She sighed and gave a shrug, shaking her head a little.

"Oh and my dear," she said, nodding towards Luzia who was currently showing off that loving bliss for her betrothed, "the items you requested are coming along nicely. Shouldn't be too long before they're ready for the big day." the florist informed her, not sure if Niso was entirely aware of what Luzia had been up to when he wasn't looking. Better to play it safe than sorry.

Kado took one of the chairs and sat herself down in it, looking over the blueprints that were there before realising that they weren't for Saint Marta's. At least they didn't resemble the orphanage that she recalled... Then again it had been seven years or so since she'd left so who knows? Bastards could have redecorated the place for all she knew.

This was more or less 'villain' work, which was still a funny word to her, one that she didn't really think applied to her, but it was an excuse to wear one of her favorite outfits, and she wasn't gonna pass it up. One white domino mask on her face, a black corset over a pink dress, and a blood red cloak, not to mention black thigh-highs with pink hems and fancy shoes to complete the set. It made her feel cool, it made her feel badass, and more than anything, it made her feel beautiful; except for maybe lingerie, this was her favorite outfit that she had ever worn, and she was so grateful and happy that Niso had saved it for her~.

Such a thoughtful, handsome, cute, clever, creative, sexy man...~.

She giggled into the kiss, not even playfully whining when he pulled away, if only because she got to see his big, beautiful, deep blue eyes. She stared into them for as long as she could, for what felt like an eternity, but then, like she had been staring at them for just a couple seconds, they were ripped away, and she pouted, following his gaze to see just what was so important, and she smiled widely, throwing her hands up when she saw what it was. "VERDUUUUUURE~!" Confirming Niso's guess to her name, she ran over, almost literally jumping into her arms and hugging her tight, grinning at the news that their little plan was gonna hatch real nice. At Niso's look, she just smirked right back at him, saying nothing and just giving him a sly wink.

Natsu came in soon after, and Luzia smiled still, waving to him. "Heeeey, Flameo!" She yelled to him, specifically not using his name just in case he wanted to hide that, watching him walk past to try to look at the blueprints. "Sorry, not for Marta's. It's for this place." She shrugged softly as he realized that, giving him a 'what can you do?' look before the last person came to the party, blinking at him. She blinked at him, not recognizing him at all, and looked at Niso in confusion, but all she needed from him was a simple nod, and she accepted him, waving at him, too, as she sat on the table. She crossed one leg over the other, smirking at Niso as he made a show of making a mask for himself. "Well, not all of us can make ourselves more handsome at a whim~."

As Niso started, her eyes moved over the few different St. Marta's files, settling on her own midway through. She still hadn't fully read that yet... she should get around to doing that... she was afraid of what was inside, though; her birthday wasn't even her birthday, what other kind of bullshit could she find in there?

She gasped when she said his name, looking at him worriedly, but she quickly reminded herself that he was safe, that she was safe... they were in good company, and the company that wasn't good had earmuffs on. She blushed at being called a muse, even though she grinned ear-to-ear at the same time, puffing her chest out and sitting up a little straighter as her ego boosted a little bit. She wasn't exactly planning on giving out her real name, buuuuut... still smiling, although more fainter, a little more nervous than her husband-to-be, she took her mask off, looking over everyone.

"Luzia Gottschalk," she said, her smile fading completely as she let herself actually go back there, actually really remember what went on in there. She ran away from those memories for so long that it didn't feel natural to turn around and actually look at them, but now she was, and the air changed around her, not tangibly, not in a way that was colder or hotter, but it just... got angrier. It leaked out of her almost like a poison as she remembered beatings from kids and adults, people stealing her food, taking away every single comfort she had... and there was more still. Malice flowed out of her as she felt angry, determined, and the look in her eyes suddenly changed, the fear and worry gone as she only thought about payback, replaced by an expression that would send chills up some peoples' backs. "I basically remember the same. I was there for two fucking years, and... you guys saw how hard it was for me to talk about that shitstain of a 'home.' They made me the Painter, and now the Painter wants to return and give them their dues."

She snarled for a moment, but pulled her anger back, just a little bit, as she put her mask back on. It wasn't to hide her identity, not anymore... she just wanted to use it to curb her anger, to save it for that place.

Natsu took everything in strides. The way the two off a distance away were playing kissy faces at each other, the woman in the white mask that came in before him, and finally the man if his body structure and size pointed out. Natsu only knew Luzia, who waved at him and said hello to him, Natsu returned the wave with one hand and a nod, but soon the man Luzia was kissing all their attention. Niso Konto. That name- sounded familiar. But Natsu couldn't place why. Niso explained that they were all connected by their awful origins, as he laid out the real blueprints of St. Marta's, and now it was a lot more familiar.

Niso explained he didn't remember much of his time at Marta's it was all a painful haze which caused Natsu to take in a hefty gulp as he realized these people do understand his pain and his bitterness of the world, which is why Natsu is here- to make the world a better place, even through drastic actions. Next up was Luzia.

Luzia Gottshalk, that name also seems familiar, but Natsu listened to her story. Despite being a lot more quieter, her current presence poisoned the with anger and rage, which Natsu couldn't blame her for, he was angry and felt robbed of his childhood by that place, as he remembers the collars, the pain, the heartache, every terrible thing he has done in the name of St. Marta's he could painfully relate to Luzia's anger. Natsu nodded as he listened to listen to Luzia's story, an all too familiar tale, of grief and misery.

Next up was the other woman in the room, Verdure or Thurisaz. Now that sounded way too familiar as he realized who she was, one of the whispered few who escaped the ST. Marta's. Natsu stares at the woman as she summoned a creature made out of plants with an intense stare as she spoke of her reasoning for being here. Natsu heard there was once a garden taken care of by a young girl, a girl that went and came back like the seasons until she never did, nobody talked about it- they had all assumed she died, the garden died not long after she left.

Then it was Natsu's turn, Natsu's let out a soft sigh he was barely able to contain his flame this entire time, it wanted to be free. And Natsu allowed it. Natsu silently pulled off his mask enough to reveal the burnt half of his face, and both of his eyes, one was clear as gold, and the other was hazy like smoke. "I'm Natsu, but you can call me the Blue Demon," As Natsu introduced himself the upper half of his face erupted into black flames almost a meter high until it calmed down as he places his mask back as the black flame wraps around behind the mask- giving the young man a black mane of flames.

"I lived there for the first nine years of my life- then I was sold off to a group of savages, who in the end died and I lived, Not without my scars." Natsu said as he alluded to his scars, with another sigh as licks of flames spilled out the mask's lips. " I lived a passive existence hoping by being passive, acting weaker then I was, acting like a clumsy idiot, hoping that by acting less than I was that would make them think I wasn't worth their time, their time to abuse, to hurt, to forsake, but that led to them selling me off, as part of a packaged deal." Natsu muttered- strangely his voice wasn't filled with anger or resentment instead it was an indescribable feeling even to the boy, Natsu then looked up to the others in the room and said, "I want them to face karma, make the world forsake them as they tried to make us feel about the world when we lived under them, it's time to make them pay," No matter the cost.

With everyone introducing themselves, Niso's black flesh reformed into a mask over his face but it seemed clear just from the air he exuded that the grin on his mask was as grand as the one beneath, holding his arms behind his back, handling a more firm and perhaps stoic stance than one might expect of someone so unhinged. He'd heard some of these stories before. He knew of Luzia and he knew of Kado. Natsu and Cyril were the new faces... he didn't expect either to lie, but he was pleasantly surprised when he suspected one did. Whatever Cyril's reasons for being here he didn't fully believe the tale he was spinning. Maybe it was true. Maybe it wasn't. The end result was the same either way. He was staying here regardless of what their intentions were for being here themselves, and Niso let out a light chuckle behind his fleshy mask. Not meant to demean or belittle the experiences of those around him but... in the end this was all one big, sick joke. The orphanage... a place to house the lost and the hurt and the abandoned... would be turned to ash by the very people it 'helped' raise.

"Well I can safely say it seems we're all on the same page does it not!?~" He asked almost as a genuine question, an eagerness in his voice and excitement enough to fill the air around him, all the while the unshifting expression of his face giving the impression that the true face beneath was no less eerie, and no less ecstatic. Without seeing it one could almost feel the way his lips were cutting up into his cheeks to an unnatural degree, as if his flesh was parting to create more room for him to smile.

Rightly so too! Niso had never imagined something like this! This was chaos and order in perfect balance for him. Vengeance sought by the abandoned to burn down the old world, the old order so that something new could spawn in it's place. "Today we all come to an alliance! Perhaps just once, perhaps forever, but at the very least it's clear we all have a focused goal-!" With a blind snap of his wrist Niso grasped a screwdriver left behind by one of the workers, reaching it up and slamming it deep into the table, penetrating layers of blueprints as Niso leaned over the table between them all, his mask parting once again to show the madness in his eyes and the unnaturally large smile cutting through his face.

"I propose that by this time next week, we will have taken it into our own hands to ensure that the place that caused us all such misery, such pain stands no more... You may have worries, fears that someone like me is the one proposing this plan but... hehehe...~" He chuckled as he drew his hands back from the table, opening his arms up to them. "I promise you all..." His expression calmed somewhat. "No children will come to harm. We want to burn the people who made us suffer, who make them suffer... we know from experience what pain and anguish can do to a child... and I very much don't want the next generation of orphans coming to us to revenge..."

He offered his hand out into the middle of the table. "Simply put. I offer the chance for everyone here to coordinate our efforts, and truly burn st Martas to the ground. The finer details can be arranged, debated here today... but I want a firm agreement from all of you that you ally with our goals." He flexed the fingers of his outstretched hand before closing it into a fist. His mask re-formed. "With or without you lot that place will be ash by next weekend... who wants to be part of the fun?~"

As the other two spoke, Kado couldn't shake this vague feeling that she recognised the plague masked man's voice from somewhere. He didn't give a name either, not even a pseudonym or alias to go by. Nor did he go into much detail about what had transpired for him in his time there... If anything he was vaguer and more evasive than any of the others here.

The onyx and crimson draconic beast's head turned its focus towards the plague mask wearing man, letting out a deep and rumbling growl as it bared its fangs, the Quirk Summon reacting to his mistresses suspicion and paranoia about him. Both of their attentions returned to Niso though when he stabbed the screwdriver into the table, Kado raising her hand to forestall the Plant Wyvern's tendrils from striking out at the sudden action.

Thorn growled once more before settling down, one eye kept on the man wearing the plague mask though for good measure. "Whilst I would enjoy nothing more than to join you in burning that shit stain hellhole place to the ground," Kado began to say before resting a hand on her Summon's head and stroking it, "for somewhat obvious reasons I'll handle the evacuation of the children part of this endeavour." she said, the smirk present in her voice behind her mask.

"I've got a large enough van that should be able to accommodate approximately... up to twelve children inside of it." offered Kado as she thought about how much space her florists van actually had in the back of it. "Assuming they're all of normal non-mutated sizes of course. If any of them are like that bull-boy that attends UA, I might have to reduce the number I can transport." she explained with a slight chuckle.

She then gestured to Thorn himself. "And as for Thorn here, depending on how much plant-life I can use to summon him, could probably get another twelve or so on his back, in his claws and his vines." she proposed, her head lowering though as she considered something just there. "Assuming of course that no heroes, professional or otherwise, decide to interfere in which case his duty will be escort rather than evacuation." Kado postulated.