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  Hey, Jess here!

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the one shadow triad member who is starting to question his existence in BW2 The accelgor one iirc 😔  

You can literally pinpoint which one he is in any given scene where all of the triad talk because the other two are more aggressive, and he’s the only one that says shit like this 

"I have no problem with you, but this is for Lord Ghetsis!" "Battle for Ghetsis! This is the only proof that I'm living now." "I'm just a shadow, after all..."

“… well, i can safely say that even at my absolute worst, i was never considering killing people.”

“If it’s any consolation, in most universes I have encountered, my father is physically incapable of throwing a human being on his own.”

          “...”

so you end up with it being more like

or something along those lines-- i’m not set on the actual teams, but you get what I’m saying gfdhjk

With one specialising in dark-types, one in bug-types and the other in ghost-types, due to the Absol+Liepard/Accelgor/Banette in their possession.

so comes snow after fire , & even dragons have their endings —surely , this one did . the last of a bloodline that in another world had prospered , but what a pitiful sight ! it is like looking into a shattered mirror , isn’t it . the man before him has a look of cruelty & exhaustion ( labored & shallow breaths , like the ones his own father took the day he … ) , grey & older — from what it seemed , ten years or so his senior . but , then again , the body of a herald remained in its prime ( & thus , he would watch the world for hundreds of years still looking vibrant , how lonely ! ) . ❛ … before you die … ❜ it is a beautiful , mellifluous sound . an enchanting voice belonging to one surely beloved by the gods . for , at least in his own world , ghetsis harmonia was the mouth of the gods . the herald of the lightning . the grandmaster of the holy knights of unova , the tenth heavenly king . clearly , he could not say the same for his counterpart . 

❛ then , your story is quite different from mine . between your actions , your pitiful excuse for a holy order , the pain you brought to both humans & to pokemon … ❜ 

❛ your mortality , worn upon your sleeve . you must bleed like a human , too . ❜ of course he takes note of the cane with its sharpened point . his own hand moving to the hilt of the holy sword at his side . to avoid too much of a struggle , he had bade hydreigon to wait , trusting his loyal friend to be able to handle anyone who came his way . after all , it would only make sense for this man to have at least a similar group ( he thinks of three pale boys with their affinity for the darkness . how they stayed to the shadows , unless called to by anthea & concordia . boys he trained with the blade to be his son’s royal guards , but certainly they’d disobeyed that order . his three knights in black , but certainly not evil ) . ❛ you say my visit will be brief , do you think you can kill me ? ❜ he wants to say ‘ you are nothing like me , disgraceful mortal ’ , but he does not . instead , he makes sure the other knows that the arm he sees reaching for the sword is not made of flesh , but a lustrous metal . that he is not afraid to take hits . ❛ this is between the two of us , is it not ? do not be so cruel as to subject your hydreigon to what will come next . tell me , do you know how to wield that thing ? ❜ a gesture to the cane , a little taunt followed by a smirk , 

❛ come now , i would hate for you to bore me . let us begin . ❜ 

     There is a short, amused huff that escapes from his nose at the mere mention of keeping his Hydreigon at bay. At the mention of cruelty. In what world, he wonders, does any being dare allow him to become such a wordy and gaudy figure? Perhaps it is that same weaknesses of his that resulted in an arm of metal in place of one of flesh? Yes, that must be it-- Ghetsis cannot recall an easier target than one who would run their mouth for the sake of taking a higher moral ground. They always seem to fall the quickest, and hardest.      And he need not aim for an arm, anyway.

     There is a clear disadvantage on his end-- to ignore that would be a fatal mistake. And perhaps, deep down, the man knows he is fighting a losing battle. To win would mean to die at the hands of time. To lose would mean to die at the hands of another version of himself. Shameful in every way imaginable, but perhaps the world has deemed him too dangerous; too ambitious. So much that the powers above need none other than himself to finish the job. Hilarious. His posture straightens, the grip on his cane shifting to one less of just keeping it in place, and instead with more of a solid grip. After all, there is no triad to protect him-- not when they would be nothing more than liabilities in a fight against himself.      Or perhaps could see just how horrifically they have been treated. What could have been.

          “You believe me to be so easily goaded into fighting? A few, pretty little threats to spur me into striking first?”

     An arm moves, a sweeping motion of his cape as Ghetsis shifts in his spot. The dragon-type’s response is immediate. A low growl of warning, the craning of three heads to try and properly make out their target. A pokemon in appearance, but ultimately an extension of his power-- a tool, like all others kept in the man’s life. A thing to be discarded and replaced if need be. That he could flatter with empty praises and compliments, which they believe to be genuine, and in turn have falling at his feet. An obvious act, but one that preys upon a need for acceptance and those who cannot tell what is genuine and what is not.      A constant source of supply, with none immune to his treatment.

          “Perhaps that is the difference between you and I. You appear to have no tact. Or intelligence.”

    The corners of dried lips turn upwards, an already unsettling smile worsening.

and then immediately feeling a little sad

          ‘Dear Hilda,

          I hope this letter reaches you in good health, if only so I can seek to change that. You’ve played quite an unnecessarily complicated game of chase. It was more difficult than it ought have been to track you down. Still, I’m afraid your little game ends here. This reaching your hands should be more than enough to say that there is no more point in running. Should you choose to, know that there is nowhere that you can hide-- no movement you can make-- without it being relayed back to me. 

          During your time on the run, you best have seen all the sights that you wanted to, and that you have found those you have been seeking. I’m afraid there will not be another chance for you to return to them. Although I suppose if you did, it would make it far easier for me to be rid of them, as well.

Me: