Team Snagem HQ (Mt. Silver)

[Isaac Hawking]

Atlantis_Darts

Darts is leaning against the wall this entire time, his foot tapping nervously as he views the coming and goings of the doctor tending to his patients, but aside from that he was uncharacteristically silent.

"There really wasn't anything you could do, you know," Isaac said to the obviously agitated hybrid. "Everything went much farther off the deep end than anyone expected, and I, at the very least think you did a better job leading the group than others back there." Turning back to the injured kid, he grimaced, "Besides, Tristen has been exposed to Snagem for a long time, or so I've been told. You can't really believe that he didn't know how dangerous things can get in the field."

After a moment, he finished, "Although, Blizz is still gonna kill you. Freth too."  

[Darksol88]

"And if I'd rather not?" Cera asked, still hardly wanting anything to do with any examination.  

[Requiem of Whyspers]

"You ok in there?" Lykas asked from Sub's office door. Whether it was locked or not, he'd push it open and stand in the doorframe, leaning against it with one shoulder. "Haven't seen much of you since GRAY decided we're all overdue on some unknown 'rent' we didn't know we were supposed to be paying." He pointed out with a smirk. "Speaking of, you don't really think I'm going to be paying to stay here, do you? I'm an obvious freeloader, aren't I?"  

[Darksol88]

Cera still was hesitant to move. After figuring that chances are she couldn't hide if she wanted to, the sighed and sat herself down nearby. If it was unavoidable, it'd be better to get it over with sooner than later. And while she was certain she wouldn't be going off the deep end just yet.

In the meanwhile, Sol had gone near the medlab, if only to see if he could overhear what ended up being said to Cera.  

[Requiem of Whyspers]

"I figured that was the case." Lykas replied, walking in and sitting down beside the Team's leader. "You wanna talk about it?" He asked, referring to whatever was on Sub's mind. It was unusual to see the Dark Channeler so disjointed from reality in such a negative way. While not much did, seeing someone he considered a good friend acting like this bothered him deeply. For some reason even he couldn't fathom yet, he genuinely wanted to help without asking anything in return.  

[Requiem of Whyspers]

"Maybe it's time you found something new to believe in?" Lykas proposed. "It's not always lost. Sometimes faith changes. What you thought you believed isn't always what you really believe and it just takes a while to realize that." He pointed out, taking a few pointers from conversations with Odd.

"Why not go back to where it started and see if it helps spark your faith again?" He finally said, as if it were such a simple thought that it hadn't crossed his mind initially. This was an interesting state to see Sub in.  

[Darksol88]

Blizzard120

Doc started to search through the drawers. Considering that Cera herself has been infected, and was probably prone to go completely bonkers here soon, he'd have to make the most of this one so he wouldn't have to make her come in the lab on repeat visits. From one of the drawers, he pulled out a couple of needles from the drawer wrapped in sterile packaging, along with a couple of viles, then pulled out six pairs of gloves, two for him, and four more for Orderly. "Alright, Cera...you might feel a little sting, but its something that's simply able to be shrugged off when I'm done." he said, pulling the gloves on. "Even a Stunfisk probably wouldn't even feel this and they're just about thin as paper."

At first, the Mew's eyes would widen. She wasn't fond of where this was headed at all, and so she shut her eyes in response. Mind over matter seemed to be a universal language, moreso for a psychic Pokemon than anyone else. "Just make it quick..." She said, not wanting to be held responsible for anything she might end up doing eventually.