Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-24304510-20140416200630/@comment-24147026-20140618032724

Neil stood next to Talen, still trying to comprehend what they saw in the Plant. The sounds they heard and the mysterious slime they had been coated in, it unnerved him. He had heard some of the Grunts in his former days talk about Post Traumatic Stress Disorder, it was the reason some of them could only turn to the criminal organization. Staring at his hands, which still shook every so often, he wondered if he would experience it.

He knew he couldn't, not after only one mission. He was living the new life he always wanted, being someone on the good side of things. Neil knew that he would get through whatever was thrown at him, man or Pokemon.

Grinning at the thought, he patted Talen on the back. An action to help the younger man relax, he had seen how tense he had become during and after the mission.

"I wouldn't worry about it, if this stuff was dangerous we would have been feeling the effects of it by now, no?" He said with a hint of cheer in his tone, questioning the fears Talen brought forward. He was still plagued by his own, but hiding them was just another one of his fortes.