He - brought - ice - and - ruin

Atop the mountain of ice spears, sits a Golden Throne. Claimed by HIM. Affiliated with NationalParkRP

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Sullen Songbird ( Open RP to NP )

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The village bridge was probably one of the most beautiful places in the whole of Unova. At least to Ghetsis it was. The architecture there was the oldest and also the most vintage, and alongside that, it was built around the biggest, fastest flowing canal in all of the region. There were people who played songs here day in and day out, both for fun and for a living, and whilst some might call it silly, Ghetsis found it relaxing. This was the one place he came when Moros left again, where he could escape his hideout and be in peace for awhile.

But he’s not stupid, there’s no way he’d stand on the bridge. He’s underneath it, watching the water flow by, hidden by only the cloak around his shoulders, and the fact that his hair is tied up into a ponytail.

Look at you now Ghetsis, what a mess this has become.

He used to come here as a child, when it was more ‘modern’ and up to date, and thought it was the best place in the world. That it was amazing. It wasn’t too far from his home town either, and so he came there often. Now, he smiled at such a thought, and as he did, a pidove flew down, and landed aside him, singing songs of birdspeak. 

He glanced to the Pokemon, and all at once felt an overwhelming surge of emotion, from who knows where. But everything hit him. Guilt, sadness, anger, remorse, determination. It spiked from one pro to a con to the next. It was impossible to control it at that very moment, and Ghetsis simply didn’t know why. Closing his eyes, he smiled once more, but it was more out of self pity at this point.

What.. a mess.

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Hideout ( Ghetsis + Moros )

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Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. Tick.

The clock in the room ticked on. The room was quiet, although there was definitely an inhabitant there. Bright tea green hair, a cloak that drifted from head to floor. Ghetsis was here, and staring out the window. This place had been prepared in advance, for Ghetsis, when he eventually needed to go into hiding, and there were only two people who knew of it. Ghetsis, and Moros.

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It’d been too long since Moros had returned to Ghetsis. He could feel it in the form of a lingering discomfort and the heavy weight of guilt on his shoulders. As the only one left loyal to Team Plasma, his master relied solely on him to periodically return to his hideout and look after his health. But the longer he was traveling for, the harder it became to return, fearing his master’s moods and hating himself for those fears. He had no right to think such thoughts about the man to whom he owed his life.

But again, Moros had nothing to show for his time exploring the region and studying legendary Pokémon of the world beyond a few interesting facts and dead-end leads. If he could just find something of note, anything that could be useful, perhaps it would reignite the flames that had always burned so brightly in his master’s eye. Instead he had nothing to offer Ghetsis at all, save for tasks that Concordia or Anthea would be much better suited to. The Shadow Triad had been trained to fight and spy, not care for and look after others. 

Moros was a poor servant, he knew, but he was the only one his master had.

It was early evening when Moros entered the place his master had called home since their second defeat. He silently made his way through the small hideout until he located the man himself. Ghetsis was seated by a window, gazing outside as he often did. Moros never liked to see him that way, so impassive and inactive, but it was the state Moros often returned to find him in.

“Lord Ghetsis,” he said, bowing deeply. 

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The simple couple of words meant that Moros had returned, but more over they proved his consistent loyalty. Hearing those words brought a smile to his lips, a rarity considering his current physical and mental state. Ghetsis knew that Moros was the only person left in the world who... well. Cared.

Turning to look at him, one eye focused on the bow. Watching as the other was so respectful. Oh how Ghetsis wished he had thousands like Moros. Thousands who bowed before him, respected him as their king, considered him royalty almost. King Ghetsis was a dream long gone and overdue, and he sighed in response.

“What did you find, my boy?”

He had been calling Moros ‘my boy’ ever since he’d first met him. Moros was much more of a son to him than N had ever been, certainly, but the nickname could be taken a different way if looked upon from a different perspective, almost like calling a Lillipup back to it’s masters lap. Albeit Ghetsis was mentally drained, he still did wish to know what Moros had been up to, and, if anything he’d found anything of importance, or that of which could be considered special.

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          THE  WALLS  OF  THE  CASTLE  remain relatively the same ─  tainted only by the test of time.  despite this,  as n treks down familiar hallways,  the place feels almost foreign.  the only evidence of people residing within its walls are the various beds,  sofas,  desks,  and other utensils utilized by the team during their stay.  extended digits trail the cracks and creases that reflect the castle’s aging.  the boy sighs as he makes his way deeper into the castle.  it’s been but a few years since the fall of team plasma ─  the second one,  specifically ─  and even though n has spent more of his life confined here than anywhere else,  it feels like it’s been a lifetime since he’s traversed it. 

he’s unsure of his emotions.  the memories he recalls are not what he would describe as… good.  of course,  he can’t say with certainty that it was ALL bad ─  there are  SOME  things he’s grateful for.  but n has quickly caught on to the faults of his childhood and where he was led astray.  he can’t help but wonder how different things would have been had he never been found on that fateful day ;  if he’d never come to know the walls of the castle…

he stops. //  perhaps happening on a purely subconscious level,  n stops in front of the door that will lead into his own room.  it’s not like he’s never visited before ─  no, numerous times n has found himself in this very spot.  be it to reflect or simply disconnect from the rest of the world, n has made trips back to his old room.  he extends a hand to the doorknob for just one look…  but freezes midway.  the castle feels… different.  too caught up in his own emotions,  n didn’t realize the new voices and thoughts in the castle that he’s never felt before.  at least, never since it was vacated…

his attention turns to a few doors down :  HIS room.  he’s not sure why but his feet are moving even though he knows he won’t find anything out of the ordinary…  or,  so he thought.  he sees the door has been left cracked open ─  whereas it’s always been sealed shut before.  n feels an unfamiliar twist in his gut.  anxiety?  he hesitates. n tells himself that the odds are far too slim ;  he has no reason to come back here.  right?  a breath is drawn inwards as n toes the door open.  he freezes in his place.

well,  he’s never been good at guessing in regards to people before.  he’s hit with an uncomfortable wave of emotions.  fear?  frustration?  sadness?  nostalgia?  resentment?  n is suddenly wishing he had a better understanding of human emotions.  how does one properly react to something like this?  standing opposite him is the man who COMPLETELY turned his life over.  the man who misled him his entire life to groom him into plasma’s next king ─  only for n to realize the truth.  the man that he,  since they’d met,  considered his father.

ghetsis.

❝ truthfully,  i never expected to see you here,  of all places. ❞  he finally says,  half to himself,  and takes a cautious step into the room.  he cannot yet meet the eyes of the man before him.

❝ its been a while, hasnt it?  hello again,  father. ❞

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Disgusting. 

Absolutely disgusting. That name.... this freak had no right to call him that name. A singular eye stares back at the man before him. Looking him up and down. Slowly, as if his eyes raking over his body judged him immensely. N hadn’t changed a bit since they’d last met. Aside from the age difference, he still looked like the child he’d raised oh so long ago.

It pissed Ghetsis off. 

“Do not refer to me as that name. It is not yours to call me.” Ghetsis spat, his tone, as per usual angry, but there was a hint of... sadness. Something off in his usual demeanour. “Why... are you here? Why are you in this castle?”

His castle. Not N’s. His castle, his home. Why was the brat here of all places?

“ANSWER me.” Again, Ghetsis’ tone was aggressive, he made no move forward. He didn’t move whatsoever in the others direction, but it was clear that he didn’t want him anywhere near him by his hand placement, and stance.

It had been long since he had seen this man. But not long enough.

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Hideout ( Ghetsis + Moros )

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Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. Tick.

The clock in the room ticked on. The room was quiet, although there was definitely an inhabitant there. Bright tea green hair, a cloak that drifted from head to floor. Ghetsis was here, and staring out the window. This place had been prepared in advance, for Ghetsis, when he eventually needed to go into hiding, and there were only two people who knew of it. Ghetsis, and Moros.

Ghetsis’ defeat had led him down the path of despair. What good comes from failure...? Double failure. He failed twice, not once, but twice, his plans had been foiled. Ghetsis didn’t know what to say or feel anymore. He had no plans left. This was evident in his silence. His cowardice. Hiding away in his bedroom, away from the world, and the rest of it.

But this wasn’t all he was doing. Ghetsis took this time to think and re-evaluate everything he’s done in his life up until now. There was... a lot of bad stuff. Not much good stuff, and overall he had a lot to repent for.

If he chose to, of course.

The silence of the house was welcoming, and it meant that Moros was not yet home, which allowed Ghetsis hours of silent thinking and staring. Sometimes he read a book, sometimes he even started a fire, which was rare, considering most days, it was hard for Ghetsis to even leave his bed, weighed down by the depression of his defeat. 

And so he stares, out the window at the trees and the Pokemon scurrying past to their daily lives, and he waits.

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👄 + N?

“You’d dare even come here and speak that name to me. How dare you.”

“That F R E A K betrayed me. He has no right to even have a place in my brilliant mind anymore. It’d be best if all of you forgot about his existence.”

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👄 Shadow Triad

“…The three of them. I was close to them, I saved their lives, I brought them in.”

“…Only one remains, and he is the only one I care for.”

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👄 Colress

“….”

“Colress has always been a neurotic, intellectual man. He worked for me simply because I payed him to do so. He’s a good scientist. Excellent, better than the average. What more are you expecting me to say?. He means nothing to me now. Someone who betrayed me, just like that foolish freak.”

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so you kinda Fucked Up, huh

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Another Pokémon BW speed painting from 2016

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grumpy dad and his pet kaiju

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// Sᴛᴀʀᴛᴇʀ ᴄᴀʟʟ. I ʟᴏsᴛ ᴍʏ ʟᴏɢ-ɪɴ ғᴏʀ ᴍʏ ᴅɪsᴄᴏʀᴅ ᴀᴄᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ, sᴏ ɪᴛ'ʟʟ ᴘʀᴏʙᴀʙʟʏ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ IM ᴜɴᴛɪʟ I ᴄᴀɴ ɢᴇᴛ ᴀ ɴᴇᴡ ʟɪɴᴋ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ sᴇʀᴠᴇʀ, ʙᴜᴛ I'ʟʟ ʙᴇ ᴄᴀᴘᴘɪɴɢ Gʜᴇᴛsɪs' ᴛʜʀᴇᴀᴅs ᴀᴛ ғɪᴠᴇ. Iғ ʏᴏᴜ'ᴅ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴀ ᴛʜʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʜɪᴍ, ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛʜɪs ᴘᴏsᴛ ᴜᴡᴜ //