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#[muse] Ghetsis Harmonia
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True Intentions
So, the latest Pokemon Masters event gave me Feelings, and therefore I had to write something for it.
Needless to say, this contains Pokemon Masters event spoilers, verbal/mental abuse, and one reference to physical child abuse.
And in case the “read more” breaks, this is also tagged as a long post.
N stepped into the cave, his heart thudding. He could see the oh-so familiar cloaked figure in the distance, and he swallowed hard. He was not alone, for which he was very grateful, but companionship was not doing much to assist his nerves. 
‘You’re sure about this?’ his companion dubiously asked. In Nate’s opinion, N was making a huge mistake, and it was not yet too late to turn back.
‘Yes. This is the answer I’ve come to. I’m sure,’ N insisted, and Nate held back a sigh. Damn it. ‘...Thank you for coming with me, though.’
‘It’s fine,’ Nate replied. ‘I wouldn’t want you to go and see him alone.’
‘Mmmm,’ N murmured. He knew only too well that Nate had a point. ‘We need to be careful when dealing with a man like… him.’
N had tripped over his words. He was uncertain how to refer to the man they were meeting. “Ghetsis”? “Father”? As much as he wanted to call the man “Father”... it was too soon. Much too soon for that.
‘I’m still a little worried,’ N confessed, after a pregnant pause.
‘Yeah, well no matter what happens, I’m on your side,’ Nate promised.
‘Thank you…’
Any further conversation was cut off,  by a sudden interruption. 
‘N! You’ve come to see me!’ a voice called out. For a moment, N froze; when they entered, Ghetsis had his back to them. His and Nate’s conversation had been in whispers, and he had assumed Ghetsis had not seen them yet. 
He shook himself out of his reverie, his face calm, stoic, as he turned to lock eyes once again with the man he called Father, his abuser.
At least in appearance, Ghetsis had not changed. N sincerely hoped that was the only thing that remained static. Incredibly tall, Ghetsis towered over those he met, and his own son was no exception. He still used a cane. N’s gaze lowered to the gloved hand that held onto it, as his mind helplessly wandered to thoughts of what was hidden beneath the cloak. Was Ghetsis’ health the same? Had it improved? Or perhaps worsened?
That was the most likely scenario; Ghetsis always had a great love of expensive wines, scotches and other such alcoholic drinks, and it had taken its toll on him. Combined with one arm, the nerves permanently damaged by his Hydreigon, Ghetsis was an incredibly unhealthy man. 
N lifted his head, staring his father in the eyes. One was still covered, and the other just as vividly scarlet as he remembered. It was difficult for him to maintain eye contact, but he forced himself to push through it. 
‘I’ve come to let you know my answer,’ N declared. He had taken a quiet, deep breath in before speaking, to ensure his voice would not wobble, nor crack.
His head had been spinning, ever since Ghetsis initially approached him. Wanting to be a father to him again…
Though in order for him to be a father “again”, he had to have been one before. N knew that, deep down. But it was a thought he tried to keep pushed to the back of his mind. 
‘Let’s send out our Pokemon,’ N added, when Ghetsis remained silent, just observing him. 
Zekrom and Kyurem were both released from their Pokeballs, two thirds of the Tao Trio coming eye to eye with one another again for the first time in years. 
‘Well? What’s your answer?’ Ghetsis demanded. Still so impatient. 
‘...I don’t think it’s possible for us to become a true father and son so easily…’ N cautiously replied. His nerves were threatening to spill over, and he grabbed the brim of his cap. Something to focus on, while under his father’s scarlet gaze. ‘But… if you’ve really had a change of heart, and are seriously prepared to face people and Pokemon, then… maybe one day, it will be. That’s why I need you to show me that you have love in your heart -’
Ghetsis, the lower half of his face hidden by his incredibly high collar, clenched his jaw together tightly. How the fuck was he going to do that?
‘- through battle!’
Oh. The former Plasma leader relaxed. That was alright, then.
‘Father!’ The word escaped N’s lips, as he called out to the man before him. Ghetsis’ eyes slid shut.
‘I am grateful you’ve given me this opportunity…’ he started, his voice soft. N’s demeanour changed a little - Ghetsis was accepting what he said? Then maybe, just maybe, he had been telling the truth, after all! If Ghetsis could work on his issues, and treat those around him like human beings, and N himself like one, instead of an extension of Ghetsis, then -
‘Thank you for this chance.’ Ghetsis’ voice pulled N out of his thoughts again. The Plasma leader’s face twisted into a wicked grin, as he leant forward on his cane, a malicious glint in his eye. ‘To capture Zekrom for myself!’
No. No, please, God, no -
‘What?’ N gasped. The words left him winded, as though Ghetsis had struck him with his cane.
And it was a feeling he remembered all too well.
‘Now! Restrain Zekrom!’ Ghetsis commanded, his voice thunderous, as N tried to wrap his head around what was going on.
How could you be so stupid? Of COURSE Ghetsis was going to betray you, it’s what he DOES! the former king mentally chastised. How could he have been taken in so well? How, even now, with years free from Ghetsis’ influence, could he still be so easily manipulated? 
As Ghetsis slammed his cane down on the rocky ground, several unfamiliar figures in black and white masks suddenly leapt out, having been waiting for Ghetsis’ signal. More Pokeballs were flung into the air, as more Pokemon were sent out, between N and Ghetsis. 
Crackles of electricity zapped around Zekrom, the giant legendary held in place. N had frozen up again, feeling helpless, lost for what to do. 
‘Zekrom!’ he cried. 
‘It can’t move,’ Ghetsis said, a sinister chuckle coming forth. ‘I took special measures to use Pokemon that can hold it in place.’
N’s hands clenched into tight fists, shaking. How could I be so stupid? The entire thing had been a scam. Not only had Ghetsis prepared his Hydreigon to counter his team, not only had he made sure the Shadow Triad had Pokemon that could take down Zekrom, he had now done the same thing again on Pasio, to ensure he got what he wanted!
And like a fool, I fell for it, N’s mind traitorously whispered. 
‘What d’you think you’re doing?!’ Nate angrily snapped. He looked as though, if the Pokemon were not there, he would run at Ghetsis and try to physically attack him. 
‘I can’t believe you’d actually do such a thing…’ N’s voice was flat, hollow, belying the deep sense of betrayal that was rooting him on the spot. 
‘Of course I would!’ Ghetsis taunted, cackling. In typical Ghetsis style, he seemed to be relishing rubbing salt into the wound. When he spoke again, his voice was a disdainful sneer, not making the slightest effort to mask his contempt for his own child. ‘I only put on that ridiculous act so that I could get my hands on Zekrom! That is all you’re worth to me! As if we could be a true family! Me? With a freak like you?!’
N’s jaw was clamped tightly shut, only barely managing to contain an outburst of pain at Ghetsis’ words. He had heard that insult too many times.
“He’s nothing more than a freak without a human heart!”
“DON’T TALK LIKE A PERSON, YOU FREAK!”
He had lost count of just how many times that word had been wielded like a weapon against him throughout his entire life. Every time he had attempted to talk to his father, particularly about his ability to talk to Pokemon, it had always gone the same way.
And that was no doubt the reason why, as an adult, he was still being called a freak. Because Ghetsis had always refused to believe his claims. 
The fight had left N, and he did not bother to counter his father’s harsh words. But Nate was livid. 
‘How dare you play with N’s feelings like that?!’ he yelled, launching his Pokeball into the air, Braviary bursting from it. ‘I’m going to help N protect Zekrom!’
With an instruction to attack, and N still paralysed, Nate began to battle the Team Break grunts that had gathered under Ghetsis’ command, and easily took them down. As the last opposing Pokemon fell, Ghetsis’ expression twitched, ever so slightly. 
‘...Not bad,’ he conceded. ‘I can feel your anger!’ And it fuelled him.
‘Next is the pair holding down Zekrom!’ Nate declared. The Team Break trainer in question looked concerned as Nate attacked again. 
‘That’s enough.’
A new, commanding voice interjected, as yet another Pokemon appeared. The sleek, yet threatening form of Mewtwo landed between Ghetsis and Team Break, and N and Nate, pushing the latter two back. Mewtwo extended one arm, launching a hard blast of psychic power, taking Braviary down. Trying not to panic, Nate recalled his Pokemon before it could hit the ground, as N gawped at the newcomer.
‘Is… is that…?’ His voice trailed off, his eyes wide in horror when he recognised his father’s ally. 
‘Stay out of my way,’ Giovanni warned, his voice a low snarl. He looked almost exactly as N remembered. He had not seen anything of Team Rocket himself, not even on the news; Ghetsis had done too good a job when Team Rocket were around, of keeping N secluded and ignorant of the outside world. But the boy had heard things from his sisters, and done his own research since escaping Team Plasma. 
This Giovanni did not look too dissimilar to the man he had seen in photos. Perhaps a little older, his face slightly more lined. A few flecks of grey in an otherwise jet black head of hair. But the biggest difference, was the symbol emblazoned on the breast of his jacket. Not a red R, but multicoloured. Reds, yellows, greens and blues, one colour transforming into the other. 
Rainbow Rocket Giovanni rolled up a sleeve. In doing so, he revealed not just the fact that his arm was so heavily tattooed that his skin colour could not be seen, but more importantly, the Mega Bracelet enclosed around his wrist. 
‘Giovanni?’ N questioned, as the man in question approached, coming to a stop beside Mewtwo. ‘W-What are you doing here?’
The realisation that an already bad situation had just gotten worse caused N’s voice to crack. Which in turn made Ghetsis smirk. N was afraid. Good.
‘I just so happened to meet Ghetsis, while recruiting Team Break members,’ Giovanni explained. The apparently leaderless team had been like a gift for him. Already organised, already with their own Pokemon, all they needed was someone to take them under their wing. Someone to guide them.
And who better than Giovanni?
‘He told me all about his plans. And if he’s able to get his hands on your Zekrom, then that works out perfectly for me.’
In just getting him this far, this Ghetsis had already proven himself to be much more useful than the one he had already met and recruited into Rainbow Rocket. But, Giovanni was a smart man. He knew that the Rainbow Rocket Ghetsis had already tried to manipulate him, and was absolutely prepared for the current Ghetsis to try and do the same. Ghetsis no doubt had his own hidden agenda, but he was certainly not the only one. 
‘Yes, so I should thank you for gathering these pawns, and sharing your information with me,’ Ghetsis smirked. ‘I’ll be sure to return the favour. Now, our preparations are complete! I will soon possess a legendary that combines two powers!’
‘No…!’ Nate gasped. 
‘The fusion of Kyurem and Zekrom…’ N murmured, the memories of the exact same thing happening before flying through his mind. 
‘Watch this moment closely!’ Ghetsis cried out, as he approached the trapped Zekrom, Giovanni keeping close behind him. 
‘Zekrom!’ N called.
‘Ghetsis, don’t do it!’ Nate added. He knew too well that there was no way Ghetsis would listen, but without his Pokemon and badly outnumbered, there was not much else he could do. 
‘Kyurem! Absorb Zekrom, use Absofusion!’ Ghetsis ordered, an unhinged, determined grin set upon his face. 
‘Now’s my chance,’ Giovanni quietly said, watching the scene intently. He snapped his fingers. ‘Do it.’
Mewtwo reappeared, floating in the gap between the two other legendaries, facing Kyurem down. 
‘What the -?’ Nate spluttered. N looked similarly taken aback.
‘They stopped them from fusing?’ he questioned, not entirely certain whether he believed what he was seeing. 
‘What do you think you’re doing?’ Ghetsis spat, glowering at Giovanni. He slammed his cane on the ground again. ‘Giovanni!’
‘Well, you see… I too have a plan,’ Giovanni replied. ‘I know how you operate, Ghetsis. Perhaps a little too well, and the way I see it, once you have both of these legendaries under your command, your next move will be to secure more pawns to make use of. And as these Team Break members answer to me, I know that it’d be me you target next.’
Ghetsis remained silent, teeth bared. As Giovanni observed him, he could see that he had been completely right. Granted, it would not have been out of character for Ghetsis to lie, and claim he had nothing of the sort planned, but he surmised Ghetsis would only have done that if he were calmer. And the ex Plasma leader, as he was currently, looked apoplectic with rage. 
Ghetsis’ raging, hateful silence was the only answer Giovanni required.
‘So, I intend to take Kyurem and Zekrom before that can happen!’
‘How cunning,’ Ghetsis hissed. ‘But it’s too little, too late.’
More masked members of Team Break appeared, again, on Ghetsis’ cue, standing beside him, as Giovanni’s eyes widened, just for a second. 
‘What?’
‘You are not the only one who has a talent for convincing people to join you,’ Ghetsis gloated. ‘I am more than capable of that, too! A faction of Team Break is already under my command!’
Oh, shit. This was not what Giovanni had in mind. He knew exactly what Ghetsis was planning, yet the son of a bitch still out-witted him!
Despite his inner panic, the Rainbow Rocket leader’s expression continued to be a smug grin, as though it was all a game they were playing. He would be damned if he was going to let Ghetsis know that he was rattled.
‘I guess I underestimated you after all,’ he admitted. ‘In that case… Mewtwo, get them!’
‘Rise! We must defeat Giovanni!’ Ghetsis roared. 
‘...So they’ve broken their alliance,’ N mused, as more Pokemon were sent out. With the attention mostly taken off Zekrom, N felt he could breathe a little more easily. ‘...I suppose they were never actually allies in the first place… 
‘I want to help Zekrom, but there are way too many Pokemon over there…’ Nate fretted. 
‘Go, Volcarona!’ 
Another new voice entered the fray, as a familiar Volcarona appeared over N’s head, striking the Team Break Pokemon. As they were knocked out, N and Nate spun around on their heels to see the former champion, Alder Castillo, striding forward. He was staring directly at Ghetsis, his expression set into a look of grim determination, with a young redhead behind him. 
‘Alder! Silver!’ Nate greeted, a wave of relief washing through him to have some backup. 
‘I had an unpleasant feeling that something bad would happen,’ Alder stated. The sensation of foreboding had been with him ever since he learnt Ghetsis was back. He knew that N had been ambivalent about forgiving him, and having a proper father and son relationship with the man again. And Alder did not want to completely squash his hopes of that happening. He had been direct with stating that he did not trust Ghetsis, but seeing the look of utter defeat in the young boy’s eyes, Alder had to wonder just what he had missed. That maybe he had not been severe enough. Perhaps he should have explicitly told N not to trust his despicable excuse for a “father”, even for the faintest fraction of a second. ‘I’m glad we made it in time. We took care of the Team Break members at the entrance, but reinforcements are on their way right now! We need to get out of here!’
Silver, the young redhead, was not paying any attention to Alder. Nor was he even paying any attention to Ghetsis. No, his gaze was firmly on Giovanni, and his expression was one of hatred. 
‘Oh?’ Giovanni questioned, glancing over. He was uncertain how to react, so he kept the same usual smug demeanour. This boy was not his Silver, but was a Silver. And clearly things had gone the same way between him and his Giovanni, as they had in the Rainbow Rocket leader’s timeline. 
‘I have more important things to worry about right now, than him,’ Silver declared, without giving one single fuck about the fact that his voice was loud enough for Giovanni to hear. Not that Giovanni seemed bothered. He was used to it from his own Silver. ‘Come on, hurry up!’
Now freed, N turned back to the rest of the group to see Zekrom land before him.
‘I’m so glad you’re okay…’ he murmured, relief sparkling in his eyes.
‘Let’s get out of here,’ Nate urged. 
Sensing that the situation was no longer in their favour, the Team Break grunts who had followed Ghetsis began to retreat, much to his annoyance.
‘Tch… Worthless fools,’ he growled. 
‘Now that a former champion has arrived, I suppose I have no choice but to give up on Zekrom,’ Giovanni decided. For now. ‘Kyurem, on the other hand, will be mine.’
‘I warned you before…’ Ghetsis started, his voice dripping with rage, before suddenly ramping up to a scream, ‘NOT TO UNDERESTIMATE ME!’
The cane struck the ground, as Kyurem roared. Alder winced at the noise, but Giovanni seemed unbothered. A snap of his fingers later, and he was gone, along with Mewtwo. Alder glanced back, seeing N approach, and noticed how the boy looked mentally exhausted. It was no surprise, Alder guessed that N must felt like he had been put through the wringer.
Because he had been. He was about to speak up, to try and reach out to N, when Nate interrupted with another insistence that they should leave. He was right, the less time they spent in the cave, the better. Giovanni might have been gone, but there was still Ghetsis to contend with. 
N stopped before he reached Alder and Nate. And, without breathing a word, he turned his back, and strode over to his father. 
‘...What?’ Ghetsis questioned, a look of annoyed confusion on his face. N refused to clarify, but stayed by his side. 
‘What are you doing? Just leave him!’ Silver irritably told N.
‘Yes, what are you doing?’ Ghetsis agreed, clearly as baffled as his son’s friends. 
‘...I want to save Kyurem, regardless of whose Pokemon it is. Even if that means I have to help you...’ N finally answered, without looking at any of them. Part of him had to wonder what the hell he was doing, siding up with Ghetsis, after how Ghetsis had betrayed him, insulted him, and openly laughed about it. He told himself that he was not doing this for Ghetsis’ sake, or even his own.
This was for Kyurem.
‘...I won’t call you my father, Ghetsis.’ That was fine with the Plasma leader. His skin always crawled when that word left N’s mouth. Disgusting. N turned and looked at him. ‘But if you co-operate, I’ll help you get out of this!’
‘I see. Very well. That’s convenient for me,’ Ghetsis replied. No “thank you”, but of course not. N had never gotten a “please” or a “thank you” from Ghetsis in his life, and he definitely did not expect that to change now. ‘Let’s take him down, N!’
‘N and Ghetsis, standing side by side…’ Nate muttered. The idea left him unsettled. It was wrong. He brought the Pokeball with his unconscious Braviary in it up to his mouth, whispering to it, as he used a revive. ‘Just a little longer, we need to help N…’
‘Hey!’ Silver called out, as Nate and Braviary took off. 
‘It’s too late to stop them. Let’s just make sure that they have a safe escape route,’ Alder told the redhead. 
‘The plan is to hold off Mewtwo until he can’t come after you any more, alright?’ N told his father.
‘Yes,’ Ghetsis crisply agreed.
‘Well, why don’t we put it to the test?’ Giovanni questioned, as he was joined by his own Team Break grunts again, now they had recovered from the previous fight. ‘Let’s see what your little father-son team up can do!’
Nate’s Braviary, and the two other legendaries opposing Giovanni started the battle, fighting ferociously against the Rainbow Rocket leader and his underlings. It was not long until it was just the legendaries against each other, and with Mewtwo outnumbered, it was Giovanni’s team that fell. 
‘...Hmph, I suppose that does surpass my expectations,’ he reluctantly confessed. 
‘After him!’ Ghetsis then commanded. 
‘No! You remember what I said earlier, don’t you?! We’re getting out of here!’ N countered. 
‘What?’ Ghetsis hissed, angry that N spoke back to him. But he could see that this time, N was not going to be moved. ‘Fine.’
‘Too bad,’ Giovanni said to himself, as the others left. ‘This would have been so much easier had you stayed here...’ He glanced to the cave exit. ‘Go after them.’
‘Hey!’ 
Giovanni had assumed that it was just him, Mewtwo, and his underlings left. That the others had all left with Ghetsis and N. So he was surprised when he saw himself suddenly face to face with his son.
‘That’s enough. Your plan failed,’ Silver glared. ‘Let them go, or else!’ 
To Giovanni’s surprise, the Pokemon that Silver released was none other than Ho-Oh. 
When did Silver obtain a legendary of his own? Giovanni thought, as Ho-Oh flapped its wings and released a loud cry. 
‘...Change of plans,’ Giovanni decided, recalling Mewtwo. ‘We’re leaving.’
His decision confused his underlings, who had been readying themselves for another fight. 
‘B-But sir…?’ one hesitantly questioned.
‘The more people you command, the harder it is to control them. I think learning that much is enough for today,’ Giovanni replied. He tilted his head, glancing to the side at Silver. ‘Besides… I’m very pleased by what I’ve seen today.’
Silver pulled a face, and blinked. Was Giovanni complimenting him? For standing up to him? Obtaining Ho-Oh? But once the shock quickly wore off, his expression turned back to angry. He was not going to be taken in, be swayed by Giovanni’s words! This man had no idea who Silver was, if he thought a few pretty words could appease him.
It was probably a lie, anyway.
Silver headed outside the cave again, where the rest of the group - unfortunately, still including Ghetsis - were waiting for him.
‘I think they’ve stopped coming after us now,’ Silver declared, without offering any explanation as to why he had stayed behind. None of them needed to know about him challenging Giovanni. Or what Giovanni had said to him. 
‘I see. In that case…’ Alder pointedly looked back at Ghetsis.
‘You want to come after me, now? I can’t allow that to happen,’ he warned. ‘Perhaps we can come to a truce for today. What do you think, N?’
‘...I know that you haven’t changed, at all,’ N said, and Alder was relieved. He had been concerned that siding with Ghetsis to protect him might have caused N to start reconsidering, again. He wanted nothing more than for N to have a father he could be happy with, but as long as his father was Ghetsis, that was just not possible. ‘If you do anything to harm the people or Pokemon here, I will be the first in line to stop you!’
‘I’ll keep that in mind,’ Ghetsis replied, tone thick with sarcasm. Clearly he did not believe N to be a big enough threat to him. ‘Then, farewell.’
‘Wait, Ghetsis!’ Nate then called. Ghetsis paused, not turning back around to face them, but instead peered over his shoulder, to see what Nate wanted. ‘I hate you. I’ll never forget what you did in Unova! But you’re still N’s father! You raised him, and spent all those years together!’
Ghetsis had no idea where Nate was going with his tangent, and neither did N. N’s childhood had been spent cooped up inside one room. A very spacious room, admittedly, but still locked away from the rest of the world, and fed only whatever information Ghetsis deemed worthy of him knowing. As much as N longed for change, he was no longer blind to the horrendous circumstances that stole his childhood. 
So why was Nate bringing it up?
‘Are you really going to say you felt nothing when the two of you were fighting side by side?!’ Nate demanded. ‘It’s not too late to change your ways! Please, at least think about it!’
Oh. N braced himself. He was certain that Ghetsis was going to scoff, laugh hysterically at such a ridiculous notion, and he knew it was going to hurt. 
‘Nate…’ N began. 
‘Ghetsis!’ Nate repeated, when he got no reply. And N’s heart sunk to his stomach, when sure enough, Ghetsis began to chuckle. At last, he turned back properly to face them, and erupted with laughter.
‘You naive fool! Our relationship is nothing more than that between a master and his tools! What happened here changes nothing!’ he barked, before turning his evil scarlet gaze onto N. ‘As long as I can keep using you, I don’t care what you call our relationship! I do whatever I please! I am not your ally, not your friend, and I am certainly not your father!’
In unison, N and Nate both tugged on the brims of their headwear. Nate in embarrassment, and upset for N, and N to try and cover his face. He was attempting to be as expressionless as he could, but the hurt shone in his eyes.
‘How dare you -!’ Silver began, readying to go into a full force rant. 
‘Despicable,’ Alder quickly interjected, unwilling to let the youngster draw too much of Ghetsis’ attention. ‘You’re the one without a heart!’
‘If that’s all,’ Ghetsis sneered, their anger and words bouncing off him. With another - but more sardonic - farewell, Ghetsis was whisked away by Kyurem, leaving them free of him at last.
‘I had a bad feeling this might happen,’ Alder sighed. ‘N, my apologies. I think I should have stopped you before you went to help him.’
‘Don’t apologise,’ N said, to Alder and Nate. ‘It was my decision. Please, don’t be sad on my behalf.’
‘...Nate, are you crying again?’ Silver questioned. He looked embarrassed.
‘You truly have a kind heart,’ N gently told Nate, ‘one that resonates with others. You got angry for the people of Unova, you yelled at Ghetsis for me… and now, you’re even crying for me...’
‘I can’t help it! It’s just all so messed up!’ Nate wept. ‘You’re not asking for anything special! You just want a normal relationship with the man you call your father! It’s not asking for much! Why can’t you have that too?!’
‘Nate… It’s okay.’ It was a lie, but a lie told for N’s own sake as well as Nate’s. Right now, he felt like being strong for his friend distracted him from his own pain. ‘I may not have a father, but I have good friends like you.’
‘N…’ Nate sniffled.
‘Yeah, you can survive without a father,’ Silver chimed in, and N nodded in agreement.
I’m blessed to be surrounded by such kind people and Pokemon. That’s enough for me. I suppose… a father figure was just never meant to be.
...But it was nice to hope for it.
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another-bloody-multimuse · 3 months ago
To Ghegg: the day you can call yourself perfect is the day you pick an outfit that isn't a bin bag
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'...Oh, very funny. How original. How witty.’
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‘It’s a robe, you uncultured swine, not a garbage bag.’
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‘It’s a robe signifying my superior status, compared to the rest of you.’
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‘So I suggest you remember that.’
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another-bloody-multimuse · 3 months ago
Does Ghetsis own artwork of himself?
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‘It’s untitled, but yes, I do have artwork of myself. Getting a portrait done is something of a family tradition. My brother has one, my mother has two - one of her by herself, and a second with my father - and even my sister deigned to get one.’
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another-bloody-multimuse · 4 months ago
[ N - CosmiicMultimuse for Ghegg - sorry this is late lmao ]: N hadn't really expected to send his father a Mewmas present, but here he was. Wrapped in festive paper, Ghetsis would receive a box, tagged from N. Inside? A puzzle box, much like N's own, and some CDs with classical music. Merry Mewmas, Ghegg.
@cosmiicmultimuse
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Ghetsis unwraps the present and examines the puzzle cube curiously. He had never really understood the point of it.
He’s more genuinely pleased to see the CDs, however, breaking out into something akin to a smile when he inspects them.
‘You chose well,’ he commented, almost looking pleased.
Not quite a “thank you”, but at least it wasn’t an admonishment instead. So... all in all, a success?
(Sorry, N.)
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another-bloody-multimuse · 5 months ago
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@magma-mouse​
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‘Or alternatively, I could tell anyone who may be around to interrupt to make themselves very scarce very fast.’
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@banhbeotim​
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‘No. Look, I understand, I am an influential and attractive man. But cease with this line of conversation.’
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another-bloody-multimuse · 5 months ago
Tells Ghetsis to hang a sock on his door
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‘How old do you think I am, thirteen? If I have somebody in my room with me, I will communicate a need for privacy in a more efficient manner than simply hanging a sock on my door like an awkward teenager.’
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another-bloody-multimuse · 5 months ago
Would she though? How sad that you have to attach yourself to the love of a Barbie who couldn't accept herself how she was. I'm sure she was so proud of you when you finally got somewhere with that guy of yours, though. :)
Hurt my muse! Challenge Tier: Ghetsis
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‘She. Was not. A BARBIE!’
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‘And there is no “guy” of mine, either! The only man I need in my life is myself! Nobody else could come close to being what I expect from another person! None of you could!
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another-bloody-multimuse · 5 months ago
hey ghetsis are you really as good as you think? you do an awful lot of deflecting and hiding for someone who's perfect. would your mother really be proud of you?
Hurt my muse! Challenge Tier: Ghetsis
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‘There is no doubt in my mind that I am the walking embodiment of perfection. I don’t “deflect”, nor “hide”; you simply have it in your mind that you are owed my time and attention whenever you deem fit.’
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‘My mother was always enamored with me, and admired my talents and success. If she saw me now, her pride in me wouldn’t have flickered once.’
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another-bloody-multimuse · 5 months ago
Ghetsis, if Hilda/Hilbert hadn't have stopped you, would you have killed N?
Hurt my muse! Challenge Tier: Ghetsis
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‘Of course not. If that despicable little trainer hadn’t gotten in my way, N would still have had a use.’
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another-bloody-multimuse · 5 months ago
[ it's brat ]: hey ghetsis, what if you had actually been a good father to N and not brushed him off as a freak? i wouldn't be shocked if he just up and abandoned you. you've been pretty horrible to him, after all.
Hurt my muse! Challenge Tier: Ghetsis
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‘And who, exactly are you to denigrate my skills as a parent? The boy was a freak, just like his mother, and the sooner he accepts that, the better!’
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‘I was an exemplary father to him, I gave him everything. Everything he wanted, and everything he needed. He had to see the way the world is in order to believe that Pokemon liberation was the right thing to do.’
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‘You may think he will abandon me, my cowardly anonymous friend, but you’re forgetting one simple thing -’
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‘He already came crawling back to me once.’
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another-bloody-multimuse · 6 months ago
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as if there was any doubt
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another-bloody-multimuse · 7 months ago
For Ghetsis: Would you or have you ever killed? What would drive you to kill? What could make you break your own moral code?
Difficult questions!
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‘No, I haven’t ever killed. Nothing would drive me to it, and I am strong in my morals. Nothing will break me.’
(OOC/real answers under the cut since no shit this prick is lying through his teeth -)
Would you or have you ever killed?
This is actually verse dependent, surprisingly. In his default verse, unrepentant, Ghetsis killed his wife/N’s mother. Their marriage was an arranged one, and he went along with it because: A) she could do things for him, B) he could ghet get a son out of it. Unsurprisingly, he’s a sexist asshole, so boys are automatically more valuable as offspring than daughters or NB children (little does he know that he actually has an NB child), C) having a wife helps him deny being gay. He was abusive to his wife while they were married, and it escalated to physical abuse, which resulted in her murder. So. Yeah.
In his kind of, sort of, vaguely “redeemed” verse, amazingly no. His wife/N’s mother was somebody different (not my OC, courtesy of @cosmiicmultimuse ), and she was murdered by other people. At this point, he feels like he has N sort of back within his grasp to do what he wants, but somehow has the self awareness to realise he would be very lucky to get away with it. Sure, he could ask the Shadow Triad to help him dispose of any evidence (which is what happened in his other verses), but hiding it from either his care home workers or N would be downright impossible. So, this is the only version of Ghetsis who won’t murder and hasn’t.
...And then there’s the biggest asshole of all the assholes. Rainbow Rocket Ghetsis. So for the most part, his pre-Plasma history is the same as in his default verse. Arranged marriage for the same reasons, and it ended in the same way way. However. After Team Plasma’s success, Ghetsis was able to enjoy it for a bit, but there was one thing that kept niggling him. And it was the fact that N was so much more popular than him. He wasn’t exactly surprised by it, obviously the entire reason he had “recruited” (read: manipulated) N into being Team Plasma’s king was because of how easily he could befriend people. But now that the false pretenses were no longer necessary, he wanted that adoration. And he wasn’t exactly fond of N beyond what N could do for him in the first place. So the fact that his scapegoat was so much more beloved than he was drove him insane with rage. Ghetsis killed him. Made it look like N was terminally ill. It was a tragedy. Ghetsis milked the sympathy that came from having his first born “tragically” die like that. He played the part of a grieving, devastated father well, but he was ecstatic. Rainbow Rocket Ghetsis is The Worst Ghetsis.
What would drive you to kill?
If it’s a planned murder, it’d depend on how he could do it and how he could get away with it. Ghetsis isn’t above dismembering bodies and hiding the pieces if that’s what it takes, paying people off, threatening them, whatever.
If it’s not a planned murder, than being in a rage. His temper is atrocious and he’ll hold it back around some people, but others he doesn’t give a fuck if they see him at his worst. Like for RR/unrepentant Ghetsis, his wife. If someone were to find out and confront him about it, he would write it off as “a loss of control”. Ya know, no biggie, only accidentally killed someone!
What could make you break your own moral code? 
lol
Okay, I suppose I should write a bit more than that. But. Uh. Ghetsis’ moral code is basically “I deserve to get whatever I want and anything I do to pursue my wants are justified”
so. I guess. In that respect. He hasn’t broken it?
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another-bloody-multimuse · 7 months ago
Ghetsis, Flashback
Flashback! 
Everyone who knew Ghetsis knew that, when he was in a bad mood, the smartest thing to do was to steer clear, or else face his wrath. And there was nothing he liked more than to vent his rage on somebody who caught his eye, to release a torrent of hatred on someone smaller and weaker than him.
With regard to his children, his scapegoat of choice was N. With regard to his Pokemon, that was Albrecht. The Hydreigon seemed like a strange choice for him, not nearly helpless enough, but Ghetsis had a particular hatred for it. He loved that Albrecht was so strong and fearsome, and he was working on making it a truly intimidating beast. But the Pokemon's biggest weakness was his cruel trainer.
Anything that was close enough to be wielded as a weapon had been used. Nothing to scar the Pokemon, "only" to bruise. To leave marks that could be easily explained by training or battling.
On one particular day, his mood was worse than usual. He was a recent widower, and had foisted his tiny baby onto his parents to look after, while he disposed of the body. He really should have done something to make it look like his wife had died accidentally. A tragic accident. But no, Ghetsis had lost control and drowned her in the bath.
He "grieved" his wife's "tragic death" in front of his family, his mother and brother particularly giving him plenty of attention. While Albrecht, all too aware of the stress and anger Ghetsis had been displaying before putting on his "distraught husband" act, was acting agitated.
All it took was one wrong move. For Ghetsis' sister to reach out, and for Albrecht to move toward her. Too angry to have the Hydreigon near him, Ghetsis snapped, and on autopilot, he backhanded Albrecht's nearest head.
Screams and swears rent the air, as Albrecht responded by finally fighting back. He was smart enough to know that Ghetsis would never leave it at just one strike, and so the Hydreigon lunged, three jaws open, three sets of teeth sinking into flesh. Ghetsis' brother jumped forward to try and assist him, as their sister retreated, hands covering her mouth, her scarlet eyes wide with horror. Ghetsis was screaming in pain, wrestling with the abused Hydreigon. The first attack had been at his face, piercing his eye, blood pouring down his cheek. The second head gripped Ghetsis' right arm within jts jaws, clenching down tightly. Ghetsis' brother hauled the head away, but the Hydreigon's teeth tore through skin and muscle, leaving multiple deep trenches in Ghetsis' limb.
'Fuck!' Ghetsis' brother took a bite as well, for intervening, and clutching the bloody wound, he backed away before he could end up in a similar state. When one of Albrecht's heads spat flames at Ghetsis, his already damaged arm setting alight, his sister acted. She pulled out her Pokeball, containing a Wigglytuff, and sent the Pokemon to engage with the Hydreigon.
By the time Albrecht had been knocked out, and the fire extinguished, Ghetsis was unconscious. His siblings, their hearts beating rapidly, shared a look of horror, before his sister rushed to call for transport to the hospital. To see if Ghetsis could be saved.
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another-bloody-multimuse · 7 months ago
Ghetsis: 16: Were you ever bullied/did you ever bully anyone?
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‘I wouldn’t call it bullying, per se. Just a harmless bit of between siblings banter. I mean, yes, my sister would get a little weepy at times, but she’s never had a sense of humour. She would cry about how we treated her, but, it really wasn’t that bad? So sensitive.’
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‘And as for outside of the family, no. Anything that some crybaby would call “bullying” was me not allowing myself to be messed with. I struck a reputation as somebody you treat with respect at the first possible opportunity.’
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another-bloody-multimuse · 7 months ago
27 for real Ghegg hours
Real Ghegg Hours Muse’s past!
27: if you could give your younger self one piece of advice, what would it be?
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‘...Keep a closer eye on that boy. Don’t let him risk throwing everything you’ve worked for away, just because he had to “put his beliefs on the line”.’
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‘And discipline that stupid Hydreigon from a distance. A lack of depth perception is not my idea of fun.’
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another-bloody-multimuse · 7 months ago
Ghetsis, according to trainers all around the world, your Hydreigon was the stuff of nightmares. Thoughts?
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‘Good. I worked very hard to make sure it our combined infamy was known globally.’
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another-bloody-multimuse · 7 months ago
Ghetsis, do you plan on getting revenge on Hilbert/Hilda?
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‘Oh, absolutely. I will not stay down forever, and once I am back, anyone who dared get in my way will be the first to know about it.’
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another-bloody-multimuse · 7 months ago
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*Ominous drums*
what would completely break your character? Having his public persona destroyed and his true, narcissistic self revealed to the region. And being defeated in his plans. So. Sucks for Dennis.
what was the best thing in your character’s life? N befriending Reshiram. He felt like it was inevitable that his schemes to force Unova into releasing their Pokemon, at that point. He was downright convinced that nothing was going to stop him from ruling over the region, with a legendary at his side. Albeit as N’s Pokemon, rather than his. But close enough.
what seemingly insignificant memories stuck with your character? Idfk. I hate this question so I’m ignoring it l o l.
does your character work so they can support their hobbies or use their hobbies as a way of filling up the time they aren’t working? Ghetsis is a rich bitch who doesn’t need to work. The idea of working to support his hobbies or using hobbies as a way to kill time that isn’t spent working are both entirely alien concepts. He can’t grasp either of them.
what is your character reluctant to tell people? The truth behind his scarring. As much as he still feels like Albrecht “deserved” the abuse he doled out, he’s smart enough to realise that openly admitting to being violent toward his Pokemon would make him even more detested. So if, on the rare occasions, he is forced to talk about how he got his scars, he makes it sound like he was trying to help Albrecht, who had been abused by someone before him.
how does your character feel about sex? Would be nice, but difficult to achieve. Openly and internally homophobic, closeted, and globally reviled makes it hard for a guy to get laid.
how many friends does your character have? Absolutely none.
how many friends does your character want? One or two could be good. But it’s Ghetsis, so he wouldn’t view someone as an actual friend, just another potential pawn.
what would your character make a scene in public about? Basically anything and everything.
for what would your character give their life? Bold of you to assume Ghetsis would give up his life for anyone or anything.
what are your character’s major flaws? How long have you got? Narcissistic, Manipulative, Violent, Abusive, Hateful, Spiteful, Chronic liar #justnarcissistthings
what does your character pretend or try to care about? Pokemon wellbeing/liberation.
how does the image your character tries to project differ from the image they actually project? Pretends to be a kind hearted, thoughtful man who only wants the best for Pokemon, which he believes involves their liberation from humanity. Is actually a gigantic fucking stagnant cunt of a man.
what is your character afraid of? Being outed. Either as a narcissist or as a gay man. Losing his strength, whether it’s physical or as a trainer. Being forgotten.
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another-bloody-multimuse · 7 months ago
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@banhbeotim​
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‘Since your memory appears to be as appalling as your manners, allow me to remind you: my opinion of you is not the greatest because you have incessantly sent multiple ridiculous statements and questions to waste my very valuable time with. Don’t be surprised when your inane antics foster a less than favourable opinion in the eyes of others, particularly your superiors.’
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