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i've come to join the ghetsis fight

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paybacks replied to your post “HEARD ONE OF YOU WERE TALKING SHIT”

Loser (loser) ((loser)).

say that to my face, you plebeian 

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   Everyone on the vessel was alerted of Ghetsis waking now; with a voice like his the scolding of one unfortunate soul resonated throughout the entire Frigate. He storms in, Hydreigon trailing behind in his wake. Each movement was stiff and dutiful, red eye ablaze with his most recent upsurge of rage.

   The question was what idiot got him angry now. He was never a morning person, after all.

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"Aren't you simply meddlesome."

Instead of shouldering past with an irritated huff or telling the brunette off, something about his demeanor shifted for the malicious. Hollow remnants of a grin twisting his lips upwards in an unpleasant smile, if any gesture Ghetsis made could be considered a smile, that is-- his features snakelike, cold, and predatory. 

"Your adamant nature could have been admirable, you know," he tutted, tapping the end of his staff back onto the ground in an impatient rhythm.

"What a shame, your sense of nobility has gone to your head! If you must know, your efforts two years ago resulted fruitless; and it would be unwise of me to elaborate further. I don't need you slowing me down," the man sneered.

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"Y-you need a smaller cape. That one's too big."

“It’s ugly, too," Ghetsis snorted, raising his arms to spread out the garment further. Draped over his arms and trailing onto the floor, it gave the effect of being caught under a blanket. 

“I like it, though, and the men in those vests haven’t come to change me yet. Even though it looks ridiculous. You can’t tell me what to do, so I’m keeping it on.”

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Eevee. 1 day

Eevee:  Muse becomes a child for however long the anon determines.

Great. He was here. Again. 

Ghetsis pouted, ten years old, hands folded over his chest. He was a little older and proved to be somewhat more mature than the first time, yet still a spoiled brat at heart.

Pushing tea-green hair out of his eyes, his eyebrows furrowed and a quiver predetermining a loud yell for attention occupied his bottom lip.

At least this time he knew who to call for and what buttons to press on the intercom that would call a fleet of grunts to his aid. Standing there in the oversized cloak, a determined look on his face as he talked into the microphone, he looked closer to his future self than ever. 

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He'd been restless all morning. Stalking the lengths of corridors, never content with one spot for too long, grunts avoided his wake as the sage stepped from transportation panel to transportation panel.

He came to stop in the navigation room; vacant, for the ship was currently unmanned and shifted into autopilot. Not even Colress was there, gauging and calculating the numbers that projected on the main monitor and deciphering what they foretold.

Ghetsis liked the silence. Up the staircase, he made himself comfortable in the black-leather chair, making sure his elbows didn't come in contact with any of the controls on either side of him.

Gazing out into the open, neck craned so he could see past the computer, the sage watched watched the water rolling against the ship and cut into a 'v' -shaped trail as the vessel moved.

Could that have even been a glint of doubt in his eye, negativity seizing the man while he idled? Of course not. It couldn't be. There was no room for doubt. 

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when a bunch of kids ruin your dreams twice

((When people don’t read the fine print.))

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Overwhelming urges to try and struggle free of the metal locking his wrists in place swept the controlled demeanor Ghetsis forced himself to sustain. The feeling of handcuffs...too close to the sensation of Alder forcing Ghetsis' hands behind his back and leading him away from the commotion after the climatic events at his castle, once his schemes had been long unraveled and his own puppet turned into a tool against him. 

His eyes trailed around the room, exposing a twitching jaw with every turn of his head. Almost wavering to the instinct to yell, to scream and swear and butt against the glass in protest until he was freed, the sage remained rigidly still. The verde held his tongue, waiting until the man spoke and even then refusing to speak for a few moments in fear of releasing all of the suppressed rage.

Stripped of his Pokemon, stripped of his dignity-- at least he was still left with a last resort. However, timing was crucial, and it wasn't if Ghetsis could bust out the minute he was thrown into this situation. Just a while more to wait. Just a while. I cannot be halted so easily, not as soon as my plan is beginning to draw together. Assuring himself, strangely, wound up at a dead end; only causing a vortex of restlessness to open in his stomach.

As much as it deconstructed the man's dignity and tore into his ego, he could only nod in compliance. He strove for control of everything-- that thirst for control must begin with himself.

In due time, things would be back on schedule.

They had to be.

"I do," Ghetsis answered after a long pause, not letting the interrogator's gaze evade his. Yes, the ignorance and moronic nature of the likes of you, he added mentally with the traces of a nasty smile. 

Oh how Ash loathed this man, with every fibre of his being. Nonetheless, it was inspection time. The man was waiting in handcuffs behind the glass in the interrogation room, as he gathered up the courage, holding the file in his hand as he entered.

"I trust you understand why you’re here?" Taking a seat, not bothering to beat around the bush.

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If you're so perfect, why do you have long strands of hair sticking out? And how are they defying gravity?

“I simply prefer my hair the way it curls, it is in no aspect a reflection against my superiority. They don’t defy gravity, that’s ridiculous," Ghetsis growled, waving his hand to shoo the inquisitor away. 

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"Ghetsis has a giraffe neck pass it on."

“No, absolutely do not pass on such utterly immature misinformation. My neck is in no way abnormal or gawky.”

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17- what do you want to accomplish

He shrugged, disinterested. What did he want to do in the future? Simply living a live riding on inherited wealth and drawing in even more money with some high paying career? The idea was pleasurable, and multiple jobs sprung to mind that he wouldn’t mind partaking in, but there was more Ghetsis wanted to do later in life than merely sit on his dragon’s hoard. 

“I don’t know. Get my education over with, I suppose. After that? Not sure— but whatever it is, it’ll be important.”

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Immediately after running into the girl, misfortune seemed to be trailing at Ghetsis' heels as he just so happened to come face to face with N. The male wasn't one for foul language, preferring to keep his words as eloquent as they had been in the past, but slurs pushed past his lips without a second thought.

If he was in no shape to physically shove the greenette aside, to his knees in a fit of rage, the sage would slice into him verbally. Ineffective or not, pent up outrage flew from his mouth-- but instead of alleviating this tantrum, it only flustered him further.

All he had done for the swine....the freak without a human heart...

"Fucking wretch," Ghetsis seethed,  flourishing resentment darkening his already hollow features. "If anyone has indignity, boy, it's you. How...how dare you!" he snarled, hand clenching so tightly around the head of his cane the metal bit deeply into his fingers. 

inharmonious seeks audience with you

"…..!!!"

"You-!!…. I thought I had seen the last of you… 

….

This seems to be happening with increasing frequency…”

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  "Sir..." 

 Over the intercom, a voice interrupted Ghetsis' penwork, the sudden noise penetrating constant quiet buzzing, causing his hand to jerk in surprise. The regal flow of his handwriting was halted by an ungainly smudge. With disdain, its writer's the eyes followed the dark line intercepting the page. How repugnant.

The man's outstretched index finger hesitated before accepting the contact with the press of a button. The grunt's image flickered to life along with the sound of his voice. A high ranking one, by the looks of it-- and the fact that only the elites had direct contact with their leader.  

"Yes?" Ghetsis grunted, voice curt and face grayed by the monotone projection bouncing off his angular features. He wasn't in the mood for riffraff, a familiar impatience seizing his tone of voice and overall curtness. Apparently, the one on the other end of the line could sense this, and hurried his voice.

"Threat of infiltration from the west...should we deal with them immediately?" he continued, voice garbling and breaking for a few seconds. 

"If it is too much of a hindrance, I'll take care of it myself. If they infiltrate, get the Shadow Triad to bring them to me."

Typical. Ghetsis wasn't too impressed or concerned with the news, but for the sake of caution he nodded before cutting the subordinate off, the hand that once held his quill unfurling from underneath his chin. Fingertips tapped the desk with vexed ardency, and filled the almost-silence with a sound of aggravation. What a shame, his ink to be ruined by such a pointless message.

A heel dug into the floor to propel him in the direction of the screens, an unperturbed eye flicking up towards the closest image of the "threat's" coordinates. Nothing. Ghetsis wouldn't pay the warning much mind. If the fool had any real business, they wouldn't give themselves away so blatantly, would they?

Visitors were rare and hardly welcomed, and a wayward trainer or two stumbling upon the vessel's resting place were silenced if caught, stripped of their Pokemon for good measure. Chances are, nothing would make this one in particular stand out, the verde thought, turning back to his soiled parchment to start anew while waiting for any further news. 

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"The same to you," Ghetsis spat, no more pleased to see the trainer than she was to lay eyes on him.  An ill disposition grasped his form, molding his shoulders into a hostile tenseness.

"I, in fact, want nothing to do with you in the least."

"Now," he demanded, swinging the butt of his staff in a semicircle motion similar to clearing a path. Touko was no longer viewed as a threat of any significance, and had she showed her pretty face again Ghetsis, in his mind, had every right to mow her down. 

"Do get out of my way, instead of wasting my time with pointless chatter. I have no business with you."

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"YOU. I never thought I’d see YOUR face again! What do you want?"