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In my defence, the moon was full and I was left unsupervised.
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As much as Moros detested Castelia Cityās subway system, using it on off-hours was somewhatĀ bearable. Especially when his PokĆ©mon refused to cooperate and fly him to his destination and his only other option was to walk or pay for a cab with money he didnāt have.
He headed underground, then took up a spot on the platform to wait for the next train.Ā As he stood on there, the loud twangĀ of a guitar made him wince, and he turned to see a young woman with a distinctive looking bandanna over her hair surrounded by an assortment of PokĆ©mon. She held the guitar, and to his surprise the PokĆ©mon around her also had instruments of their own.Ā
āYouāre kidding.ā If they were doing what he thought they were doingā¦Ā She called out a greeting to the crowd, and then the group of them moved into position with their instruments. They were. Damn it.
The group began to play. Loudly. It wasnāt bad, but Moros had never been interested in music, and the volume, especially in the cramped, crowded underground of the subway platform, was deeplyĀ unpleasant to him. People began to crowd past him to watch, and Moros gladly let them separate him from the musicians.Ā
He was never, everĀ taking the subway again.
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Moros didnāt likeĀ buying clothes. His uniform was more practical than any regular outfit, and he couldnāt care less about fashion. But it was a necessity in order to not stick out.Ā The worst part was finding things that fit. His entire life heād only had things that were tailored specifically for him. It was difficult to believe that everyone else in the world bought their clothing from a store according to set sizes, which still didnāt necessarily fit correctly. Too loose, too tight, not long enough⦠It was ridiculously frustrating, but unfortunately none of his lessons had involved sewing the way the Goddessās had.
Thus, he was stuck pawing through racks of clothes, hoping to find something inoffensive and reasonably well fitting. He needed a jacketāhis last one had been torn by his Bisharp, and as much as Moros didnāt care, it had quickly become obvious that other people took notice of such things, and he much preferred to avoid attention and invasive questions.
Finally, something caught his eye. It was black, leather, and didnāt look tooĀ small. Moros reached for the jacketās hanger, only for someone else to grab it at the exact same time. Still holding on, Moros looked aside to at his competition. She was blonde and only a little shorter than him, with look on her face that clearly said she wasnāt backing down here.
Well, neither was he. Lifting the hanger and tugging it closer, he said,Ā āIād fight you for it, but trust meāyouād lose.ā

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Moros jotted something down in the notebook on the table, then flipped the page of his book and continued to read. It was a book about the history of legendary PokĆ©mon in the area that heād⦠borrowed from the local library. Normally he wouldāve stayed to do his research there, but with the weather finally warm enough for Moros to willingly spend time outdoors, heād decided to take it to a local cafĆ© and take advantage of their outdoor seating.
Also at the table were a cup of coffee and his Porygon. The PokĆ©mon floated just beside him,Ā mostly silent aside from the soft hum it seemed to emit and the occasional beep. It was looking down at his book and the notes, but Moros didnāt know if it was reading along or not.
At the sound of a chair scraping across the ground, Moros looked up to see a young woman sitting down directly across from him. Upon further inspection it appeared as though every other table was otherwise occupied, but, stillāMoros wasnāt looking for company.
And she was⦠strange. Her clothes were normal enough, but the cape she had on was not. It looked tattered and burned in places, and the collar of it was strange, standing upright where Moros would expect it to fold over or become a hood. Around the collar were what looked like thick black scales, maybe from a dragon-type.
Definitely weird.Ā
He flipped his notebook shut. āLast I checked, Halloween was six months ago.ā
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It was early dawn, the sun just beginning to rise over the ocean. The sky was soft with watercolor blues and pinks and rays of orange. Moros stood by himself overlooking the vista. He liked quiet moments like this, before the day arrived. The waves rolled against the shore, a soothing repetition of in and out. If only it could always be this way⦠But soon people would be everywhere, the sun beating down too-hot.
He sighed, looking down at the sand and the footprints he had left in it. The only ones on the beach, thanks to the tide.Ā But as he followed his tracks back to the city, Moros saw he was no longer alone. A young woman stood not far away, the sound of her walking muted by the shifting sand.
He blinked at her, but if he was surprised by her arrival he didnāt show it. She was clearly looking at himāthe situation called for him to react, but Moros never knew what to say to people even under normal circumstances. Eventually, he said the only thing that came to mind.
āHow⦠did you do that? With your hair?ā Her short pigtails stood straight up, seemingly in defiance of gravity. They looked like antlers, almost. Small ones, like a young Sawsbuck.
Perfect weather today.
Look, sometimes murders of crows will blacken the sky at your coming and ravening wolves are gonna follow in your wake, and youāre just gonna have to deal with that, and everybody else in the Costco is just gonna have to deal too
ā° MOROS AESTHETICĀ ā°
āAnd in the end all I learned was how to be strong alone.ā

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Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā ONLY WHEN THE SHADOW STEPS into the light does nās attention turn away from the distant horizon.Ā he turns,Ā expression derived of emotion.Ā for once,Ā n himself is conflicted with how he feels.Ā should he be happy to see an old ally?Ā angry to see someone who aided ghetsis with his plans?Ā indifferent,Ā since they had no real relation in the first place?Ā his own uncertainty is unnerving and still NEW.Ā he wonders if itās alwaysĀ supposed to feel like this or if the situation surrounding the emotion makes it feel that way.
Ā Ā Ā while n canāt claim to be any good at detecting human emotion,Ā he can see that moros isnāt reacting to ā¦Ā Ā positivelyĀ Ā to being called out.Ā he wonders how far heād be followed if he simply moved on āĀ or if moros might have initiated eventually.Ā but thereās no sense in dwelling on the different possibility.Ā n wants to face whatās directly in front of him.Ā he doesnāt flinch,Ā his demeanor remaining calm.Ā open.Ā
Ā Ā Ā ā ah āĀ did i strike a nerve?Ā my apologies ;Ā i meant no negative connotation with my word choice. āĀ he wonders if itās the right thing to say.Ā heās still learning to understand people emotions,Ā after all.Ā as it stands,Ā heās mostly going off of intuition and assumptions and,Ā as heās come to learn,Ā the chances of a misunderstanding are far greater when dealing with another person.Ā
Ā Ā Ā this is especially true when the said person is shrouded in mystery.
Ā Ā Ā itās weird,Ā n reflects,Ā that heās known the shadow triad just as long as heās known the other people he grew up around āĀ and yet??Ā he knows relativelyĀ Ā nothingĀ of them.Ā perhaps itās because they had never TRULYĀ wanted to serve him in the first place.Ā that was ghetsis.Ā the shadow triad remains to be another remnant of his own manipulation.Ā he doesnāt RESENTĀ or BLAMEĀ them,Ā of course,Ā rather he canāt help wonder about their motivations in continuing to follow him after his true nature was revealed.Ā
Ā Ā Ā thereās still lots he has to figure out about humans,Ā apparently.Ā
ā iām not quite sure āsentimentalā is the right word.Ā maybe:Ā nostalgia?Ā Ā perhaps it is because our relationship was never more than our association with team plasma?Ā āĀ a casual hum follows the statement,Ā oblivious to the shock thatās captivated moros.Ā heās still near blissfully unaware of the effect his presence has on some people āĀ especially those who closely followed ghetsis.Ā he could probablyĀ be a bit more careful with his carefree and straightforward word choice too but,Ā hey!Ā heās learning! ⦠trying to,Ā at least.Ā heās trying.
Ā Ā Ā ā regardless,Ā the answer is simple :Ā neither of us could hold a proper conversation among a crowd,Ā so i decided to wait.Ā i did not venture here sooner because i wanted to be sure i was more confident in my suspicion that you were really there,Ā and it looks like i was correct.Ā you do still marvel me,Ā i must admit.Ā you and your brothers possess abilities i could never imagine.Ā āĀ such a bird - walk of an explanation probably wasnāt necessary.Ā hopefully it wonāt make things stranger than they are.
ā and what of you,Ā shadow?Ā with your abilities,Ā surely you could have found me sooner.Ā and your brothers?Ā quite frankly,Ā i believe this is the first time iāve seen you separated.Ā ā
As soon as N started to talk, Moros remembered something heād tried to forget. When N said he meant nothing by his phrasing, it was impossible not to believe him. He spoke honestlyāinnocently. It still astonished Moros that someone like Ghetsis played any role in raising someone as genuine as N. All of Morosās bitterness rolled off him like it was nothing.
But still, despite knowing that N held no ill-intent toward him, it was hard not to take offense at his words. He wasnāt wrongāthey had never had anything but Team Plasma connecting them together, it was true. But Team Plasma was... everything. His mission, his ideals, his allies, the institution run by his mentors and caretakers since his earliest memories, the culmination of his masterās ambition and his one singular purpose. To hear it dismissed so casually was, was... Moros didnāt have words for it.
Nās explanation of his actions was perfectly logical, but for all his thoughtful analysis it seemed not to have occurred to him that Moros might pose a threat. Heād willingly walked himself away from the crowds and to a place where they would be secluded enough to talk freely.Ā Did he think there would be no resentment between them?Ā N had upended his whole life. Moros still hadnāt forgiven that.
āI wasnāt looking for you,ā he said. Neither was Ghetsis; he was in no position to care about such things. Did N even know what kind of state heād left the man in? Did he even care? Asking about his brothers only compounded Morosās pent up frustration.
He didnāt know where they were. Heād thought their loyalty to Ghetsis would stay strongāand it had, for a while. But eventually the day came when they decided to leave, confirming what Moros had always known. They were weak. Selfish. Theyād run off just like the rest of Team Plasma. And Moros was the only one left.
āOur crossing paths was nothing more than coincidence, however unlikely. But if you think for a second Iād let you walk away withoutāā He stopped, biting back the rush of emotion.Ā Moros was silent in most situations, remaining deliberately detached from the world around him. But here he found words coming to him unbidden, unraveling his best efforts at control.Ā Try again. Keep it together.
āI donāt know where the others are,ā he said, turning away and changing the subject to answer Nās question. āFollowing in your footsteps, most likely. Itās too bad you didnāt encounter one of them. Iām sure that would be a much more enjoyable conversation.ā He began to move in a circle around N, not wanting to get too close but unable to contain his pacing.Ā āUnlucky. You stumbled across the last person in all of Team Plasma who isnāt a traitor.ā
;; from shadows. // @doomedgodā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā THE PRESENCE IS ALL TOOfamiliar.Ā that feelingĀ āĀ that heās being followed and observed āĀ is much too reminiscent of the past to be a coincidence.Ā itās been a while since n ventured into town so he brushed off the feeling as re-adjusting to being among people,Ā but after failing to rid of the suspicion,Ā n concluded that his assumptionĀ HADĀ to be correct.Ā itās been looming over him not long after his arrival.
a shadow.
ah āĀ when was the last time he noticed one of them?Ā surely not since the final incident with team plasma.Ā but one thingās for certain :Ā heād never forget,Ā no matter how muchĀ time passed,Ā what it was like being followed by one of them.Ā how could he?Ā the SHADOW TRIADĀ was much too memorable for that.Ā a plethora of questions trickle through his thoughts.Ā Ā for once,Ā n is unsure of how he feels about the situation.Ā it never occurred to him to reconcile with any of the triad.Ā and now heās āĀ coincidentally āĀ happened upon one of them.Ā n decides that he cannot ignore this.Ā but heās not about to deal with this confrontation in the eyes of others.Ā heās quite sure the shadow will feel the same.
he wanders casually,Ā hoping to not draw attention to the fact that heās aware heās being watched.Ā maybe the member can tell āĀ he isnāt sure.Ā the triadās abilities are shrouded in a mystery n doesnāt fully understand himself.Ā heās not even sure whichĀ member lurks in his shadow.Ā itās not long before he finds a clearing,Ā free from the sights of others.Ā n hums,Ā his pace slowing,Ā until he feels content with his choice.Ā
ā you know, āĀ his gaze remains fixated on the distance,Ā almost as if heās speaking to nobody in particular,Ā but heās sure his voice will reach the other,Ā ā i believe it is common practice for old companions to greet each other.Ā āĀ perhapsĀ ā companions ā isnāt quite the right word.Ā allies?Ā what relation remained once n made his break with team plasma? regardless.Ā
ā so come,Ā why donāt you show yourself?Ā the publicās eye is no more,Ā you have nothing to hide from any longer.Ā ā
In a hundred years, Moros would never forget the long green hair or the familiar, loping gait of Team Plasmaās King. He couldnāt help the way his entire body tensed at the sight, suddenly feeling caught-out, like heād done something very wrong. He recognized the feeling for the paranoia it was, but that knowledge did nothing to lessen the sudden lump in his throat
Heād just been passing through town, picking up supplies for himself and his PokĆ©mon. He hadnāt resorted to stealing, not lately, but heād been in the area for long enough that people might take notice, might start to talk. Was it possible that N was...
No. N wasnāt looking for him. He had no reason to seek out the Shadow Triad, not when theyād all made their loyalties abundantly clear the last time theyād interacted.
Without thinking, Moros began to follow N. Channeling his powers was always more difficult without his brothers present to help, but after a moment of focusing his energy Moros was able to fade into the shadows. He trailed behind N, clinging to the shade of buildings. The act was second nature to him, and Moros felt a wave of dĆ©jĆ vu at the combination of circumstances. Heād spent so much time following N around Unova at Ghetsisās orders, it was almost like no time at all had passed between then and now.
But of course, everything was different now. That was the problem here. It was exactly why Moros couldnāt just leave well enough alone. N wasnāt the only one to blame for the fall of Team Plasma, but he certainly wasnāt innocent. Heād disrupted their plans not once but twice, and Moros was still dealing with the fallout from those events.
It wasnāt long before N headed to a less-busy part of the town. This was more like the N that Moros was familiar with. He hadnāt known the other to be overly comfortable within populated areas. If Moros was going to confront him, now would be the time. He hesitated, trying to come up with the right thing to say. After years of quiet anger, it shouldāve been easy. Weak. Pathetic.Ā Traitor.Ā
But as Moros mulled over the possibilities, he heard N speak up despite being completely alone in the secluded area.
āYou know. I believe it is common practice for old companions to greet each other.ā
N... knew he was there. Heād just assumed he hadnāt been detected. Most people saw only what they expected to see in the world around them. It made it easy to go undetected in the shadows cloaked in an aura of darkness. But now he could see his mistake. It only made sense that N would recognize his aura. It was a rare occasion when someone had a natural ability to read auras, but anyone could learn to sense such things if they had sufficient practice. With the amount of time the Shadow Triad had spent watching over N throughout his life, of course he could recognize the feeling.
āYou have nothing to hide from anymore.ā
Moros grit his teeth. Watching and waiting were not the same as hiding from something. He wasnāt frightened, or concerned with what others thought. He was being cautiousāplanning his movements and waiting for the right moment to act. But it would do no good to remain concealed now that it was clear N was aware of his presence.Ā
āThatās one word for it,ā he said.Ā āIād say spying is more accurate.ā Moros dropped the illusion, the strain of it vanishing immediately as he appeared behind his former king.Ā āIf you knew I was there, though, you certainly took your time doing anything about it. Feeling sentimental?āĀ he asked, bitingly. It wasnāt at all what heād wanted to say, but he wasĀ still feeling thrown without the advantage of surprise.Ā
Moros / @doomedgod
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āCome, you are my servant forevermore.āĀ
Lord Ghetsis to Shadow Triad #1
Ā [[ Parallel Raven Queen to Vaxāildan ]]
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