Rishou grimaced, considering the red lines he'd bitten in to the knuckle of his right hand. "Well," he said to the abused skin, scowling as if it had offended his oldest ancestors(he didn't have any ancestors, but that was irrelevant). "What are we supposed to do now?"

"Same thing we've been doing," his brother replied languidly, rolling over more comfortably on the training mat that they had been using until a few minutes ago to keep their fighting skills sharp, although martial arts were almost obsolete in a world where Pokemon battles were the answer to everything. "We keep training, we search for N, and we wait for a call."

It made Rishou grumble in discontent. He didn't like waiting. It was absolutely boring. Well, there were worse things that could be happening. He probably shouldn't complain, but the assertion of this fact did not make him feel any better.

"Weird that you aren't freaking out though, Perlith."

And that was the third of them, leaning petulantly against the wall in wake of his defeat. "Like, you'd usually be flipping out if he went missing for even an hour, but how many weeks has it been?" Ashur switched which foot he was balancing on, frowning at the ground. He'd always been suspicious of Perlith, of course, that maybe everything was an act. He didn't like how his brother was so apathetic, but suddenly became emotional the moment Ghetsis was involved. It was veeery suspicious.

"What do you want, for me to magically find out where he is? We can't really act until we know, so there's no point in having a cow about it," the ponytailed member of the Triad growled, deciding the mat was uncomfortable and standing. He glared swiftly at Ashur, innocently moving his gaze when the other man lifted his head. Truthfully, Perlith didn't like his siblings as much as they liked him. Rishou was far too bull-headed and angry, and Ashur was just plain dumb.

"Well, what about N?" Rishou snapped, folding his arms and letting out a derisive snort at the less than witty comments his brothers were making. "If we can't find Ghetsis, he must be somewhere we can't see, but I doubt the brat would go too far out of Unova, unless he went to Kalos, in which case he's probably dead."

"The Brat" was the Triad's super-adorable nickname for N. They'd liked him when he was a fuzzy little ball of sunshine, but then the teenage years, and he'd been an insufferable possessive creep with an inflated sense of self-entitlement, not to mention that tendency to stalk people. He'd made the Triad kidnap a few of his victims. Apparently the concept of a friendly chat was foreign to him. Nope, had to kidnap them and be really creepy.

Ashur shrugged, looking thoughtful about that. "It would probably be better if he were dead, honestly. And he might be. You know, when he said goodbye that last time, I got the feeling that Zekrom despised him, and you know that Dragon has no problems with killing a bad trainer. Ah, well, anyways, I haven't sensed him anywhere in Unova. The only place he could really hide here is the underground, and of course the twins would contact us if he was there."

Team Plasma had a deal with the masters of Gear Station- information for allowance to continue with their facility despite it being against every ethic Team Plasma upheld. The trains always hummed with gossip.

"Dah, that is a decent point. But maybe you just missed him. It's pretty feasible, if you ask me," Perlith sighed. It should have sounded taunting, but from Perlith, it only seemed as if he were tiredly making a point, which was probably why Ashur was sort of freaked out by him.

"I did not," Ashur huffed, beginning to pace around the room despite having supposedly almost sprained his ankle in their fight. The Shadows absolutely did not have time for pain. "Look, it's not even N we need, just Zekrom. Maybe Giratina could coax it to run away from N, and then we could recover the dark stone."

"Yes, that's great, Ashur, but how exactly do you suggest we get Giratina to cooperate with us? He'd want an eye, at very least, and we can't spare one even among the three of us."

They liked to see everything so very clearly.

Ashur crossed his own muscular arms, standoffish and scowling. "I think Lord Ghetsis well payed that one, don't you? Even the Renegade Dragon can owe debts."

"You're mad. It has no respect, even you know should know that. Believe me, I am well acquainted with Giratina, and that creature is remorseless. It does nothing unless it has entertainment to gain from what it assists," Perlith sighed, steel-colored eyes flicking over his siblings as if he were challenging them to argue.

"I'm afraid he's probably right."

It was honestly a pretty rare thing for people to sneak up on one ninja, let alone three, and they were duly surprised by the mild voice from the doorway to their training room. And they were startled over it, but they relaxed upon seeing their visitor.

"Zinzolin. Has something happened?"

The Ice-exclusive sage had taken over Team Plasma while Ghetsis was missing. He had all confidence in the return of his longtime friend, of course, and didn't even think about trying to canonize his rule. Everyone who still remained with the organization, in fact, was very stoic in saying Lord Ghetsis would return, except for the Triad. The others said cheerfully that if he were in any actual trouble, he would have already whistled for his dogs.

Doubtful. Ghetsis had this bad habit of thinking he could do things by himself, that he was good enough, even though everyone knew honestly that he wasn't. He'd only call on the brink of death. Ah, but Ashur told his brothers stubbornly that on the cliff-edge of nothing was better than not finding him at all.

"Something, yes," the purple-clad man said, squinting at the Triad. "Well, precisely, Colress waltzed in."

The twitchy scientist had ditched the second Kyurem had turned on Ghetsis(he'd only been an ice statue for a few days before thawing out, mostly unharmed) and had taken quite a good portion of his research along with him. Understandably, the Plasmas felt a strong bit of animosity towards him. The fact that a cowardly man like that had returned to a den of stewing hostility was probably a bit of a development.

"That so?" Rishou snorted. It wasn't that Zinzolin was at all untrustworthy, but that just sounded ridiculous to him. Absolutely ridiculous.

Zinzolin shuffled his feet, gloved hands clasping. "Yes. Weavile is keeping him occupied at the moment, but the thing is, he... he says that he knows where Lord Ghetsis is."