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Getting Creighton to visit the fallen captain had apparently been a harder task than Rohan had initially thought it'd be. He'd pretty much had to drag the green haired boy into the hospital, down the hall and towards the room he knew was occupied by the slumbering girl, "We're going to do this, whether you like it or not," he stated calmly, giving the boy yet another tug, grabbing the collar of his uniform.

"Awww, come on! It's not like she's gonna care! She's asleep! It won't make a damned difference whether we visit her or not!" he was shoved into the room though, and came face to face with the red haired girl before pausing and looking behind him, as if expecting Rohan to know what was going on, because he sure didn't, "Did you arrange this, Rho?"

Stepping into the ward, Rohan took a look at all the people before focusing his gaze on Serah and then later, on Skye, "No. It's what they call a coincidence," while Creighton wasn't wearing the bunny pin their captain had been so insistent on, Rohan had placed it on his tie, right beside the little skull one, "I'm going to assume you're..." well, he couldn't very well call her by her negaverse name, but still, "The last member of the team, then?" he advanced and placed a small get well card on the table beside Serah's bed, "How is she?"

"Asleep, Rho, can't you see that yourself?" Creighton received a glare from the white haired man, and he swiftly lifted his hands up, as if in mock defense, "Just sayin', man."

Creighton had taken residence on the side of the room, leaning heavily against the wall as he watched the girl. When she mentioned the door, he offered her a shrug, but reached out with his foot and kicked it softly shut. In his own way, he was being mindful of the sleeping girl, "Not like it'll matter. The wards are packed full of people," he murmured as he attempted to cross his arms over his chest; a hard task, given the fact one of his arms was in a cast, no doubt broken.

"Rhodizite," Rohan answered the girl's question with a whispered name, "Kremersite," he motioned to the boy behind him, whom was trying to look slightly bored, but was apparently actually paying attention to the conversation at hand, "As for the pin, there's no real threat to it. It's a normal pin. No one's ever asked about it. Apparently the fact I use a skull shaped one on my tie for quite a long time, warrants the use of the rabbit one without any sort of question - no one is going to question every person that wears a rabbit shaped pin," a pause, "However, we should probably avoid the code names and talk of... senshi in public. That's much more dangerous."

"Stupid bloody pin. I still ain't wearing it," came Creighton's words, "I can't believe to yielded and actually wear it, Rho. It looks ******** ridiculous."

A shrug from the white haired man seemed to indicate he wasn't particularly fussed, one way or another. That done he turned to look at Skye, "I believe I've seen you around the school, but I don't recall seeing you in the catch up sessions, or the extracurricular ones. I'm Rohan, by the way," he motioned to Creighton with his head, "You've probably never seen him. His name is Creighton. He's a Hillworth student," a pause as he lowered his voice, leaning in slightly, "He's deranged, and I suggest you keep your distance from him."

"Hey, hey! I heard that!" the green haired boy pushed himself off the wall and glared at the taller man, "I'm right here!" damn, he hadn't even done anything wrong. Yet.

Rohan nodded his head a bit towards the girl, as if in silent, polite agreement, "Indeed," he watched out of the corner of an eye as Creighton made a low sound deep in his throat and turned to look away with a bit of a 'hmph', "Don't worry about him. He's just upset over the whole sleep ordeal. It's affected a couple of people he apparently likes," in Rohan's case, aside his captain, no one else he actually cared for had befallen the 'disease', and thus didn't seem to be particularly affected, "He doesn't really do hospitals that well."

The green haired boy's head turned to glare sharply at them, "I just think it's a waste of time to be here. There's nothing we can do for her!" plus, he'd never really liked hospitals in the first place; it was probably the smell of the place. He didn't particularly enjoy hospital visits and he'd spent too much time in hospitals as of late, what with his broken arm, his tendency to break the cast, and now the fact both Serah and Amara had fallen to the sleep spell. At least Serah hadn't been physically wounded when she'd fallen asleep. Not that he cared or anything. Yeah, he didn't particularly give a damn.

"I don't think any of us particularly likes the pin," he'd thought it to be ridiculous for sure, but then... he was much more passive than Creighton. As he watched the girl, he tilted his head; she was very unlike Khalla. The fair haired girl always seemed to be trying to take on more responsibilities, "If you say so. To each their own, for sure," after a moment, he took a chair that had been parked by the bed and sat on it, watching Serah's face sternly. Something about his demeanor voiced that he didn't like this situation, and that he didn't think this was normal at all; in fact, he didn't think it had anything to do with what the authorities were claiming it was... but seeing as he had no information and nothing else to cling to, he wasn't voicing his thoughts.

Creighton sneered slightly, "That would be a lie, now wouldn't it? I don't know you, girl, but I very much rather someone like me for whom I really am, without having to put up a show. Wouldn't you?" he watched as Rohan turned his head away from Serah to look at him, a brow arched. It was obvious the older man thought those words were almost entirely out of character for him; too wise for someone like Creighton to have said them, "What?" he growled, "I'm just brash, not stupid. Geez."

"Damn right I'm right," came the green haired youth's reply, "It's a wonder people don't listen to me more often; I'm right more than people give me credit for," he was still looking particularly grumpy, with his arms crossed over his chest as he regarded his two companions. He didn't particularly like the idea of teaming up, but that was mostly because he usually didn't do well in teams. More because people didn't seem to connect with him than anything else. That, and he tended to go about things his own way; plan? What plan? ******** plans!

Rohan's eyes narrowed at Skye's words, "Hmmm..." he just spared Creighton a glance before looking back to Serah, "I don't know. I am not sure if this was... a terrorist attack," he didn't particularly want to use the word 'senshi' while in civilian form after all, "Or something else. Doesn't strike me as their style. This seems to be bigger than that. Much bigger, and... chaotic," it hadn't just affected Serah after all, it had affected a large range of people, civilians and negas. He found himself idly wondering if it had affected the senshi too, "No," he said suddenly, shaking his head, "I suggest we do what we've been doing up until now - our higher ups will give us information when they're ready to do so. For now we should focus on what we've been told to do, until those orders change."

It wasn't that he didn't find the ordeal suspicious - it was more than he refused to step out of line in order to find out. All would become clear in it's own time, he'd decided. But then again, he hadn't really been particularly affect; the people he was invested in, sans Serah, were all fine.

"I'm not adverse to partnering up, but I sort of don't really do well with others. Lord knows why. I'm ever the gentleman," Rohan once again turned his gaze towards Creighton, apparently not quite believing him, "You don't count, old man. You're a bother to team up with. Geesus, you probably have a plan for how to climb up some stairs - you never just wing it?" Rohan just frowned in response before turning back to Serah.

A snort from Creighton, whom actually didn't seem to mind the girl's idea, "Hon, getting Rohan to do anything 'outside of the plan' is practically impossible. Good luck with that one. The man won't budge out of whatever it is he was ordered to do," he shrugged when Rohan turned to scowl at him, "It's true though."

The white haired man put his head in the air, "I am tired of running into trouble - specially of the type I can not handle alone, just because I am 'winging it' as you say. I like things to run smoothly," he turned to look at Skye, frowning at her in turn, "No, I'm not going to 'nothing'. I am going to do as I was ordered, and I suggest you do too. Do you really want to go explain to the Queen why you are disobeying orders?" turning his head to Creighton, he sneered, "Or do you want to go to your cousin and explain to her that we found ourselves in more trouble than we could handle just because we wanted to play hero?" he shook his head, "No. You can both leave me out of it. I will await orders, as is expected of me. Our superiors will tell us what we need to know, when we need to know it."

It was obvious he thought it to be a stupid idea, but then again, Rohan thought that any sort of rebellious attitude was stupid, "You," he frowned at Skye, "Are not in a position to lead, or be taking decisions on your own. Listen to what you're told; you'll do a lot better that way."

"He's right, you know. It'll make life easier if you do as told. but then again.... I usually never do what I'm told," his gaze drifted away from the pair and he looked down the hallway; in all honesty, he would have much rather be by Amara's bedside. She would have not approved of not following orders, even if it was for her sake, and that was currently, the only think that was keeping Creighton from signing up for the idea. He didn't really like the idea of leaving Skye alone, and he inwardly cursed before narrowing his gaze at her, "If you need help though, I can usually be found in my Hillworth dorm, or... here. ******** hospital. I hate it," he technically meant by Amara's bedside, not Serah's but whatever. He knew it did nothing to help, but he'd taken to doing his homework and studying here.

"Or orders were to look out for cats and kill them on sight, or if all else failed, figure out where they were. Our orders are to dispose of senshi when we see them. Not to engage in quid pro quo with them," he shook his head again, pushed his chair away from Serah's bed so he could get up and look down at Skye languidly, "What you suggest goes for beyond our capabilities," this was mostly because he did not, in fact, believe the senshi were to blame for the epidemic - there was something bigger than they could image going on. He was sure of it.

"What you suggest we do... will bring more questions than answers, and more problems than we can handle. If you want to help Serah, I suggest you don't get in the way of our Queen, Skye. You... me... we're a liability, and if we get in the way, others will not hesitate to dispose of us," he brought his hands up to straighten his tie, a nervous tick he'd gained from spending too much time with Khalla; if he didn't do it himself, she would do it for him, and well, that brought forth waves of embarrassment, "I suggest you learn your place," then, he turned around and walked towards the door, apparently intending to leave, "When you have a sensible suggestion, like teaming up for a normal patrol, you know where to find me," he nodded to Creighton as he left the room.

Creighton had stood by the door and watched the older man leave, "Eeeh... don't mind him. He's a stick in the mud, but he gets better, and he's reliable. Just don't expect him to think outside the box," a pause, "And don't expect him to follow your orders either," he made himself comfortable, placing his arms behind his head as he regarded the girl, a brow arched, "Why are you so fussed over finding out what happened anyhow? Not that I don't get where you're coming from. There's someone really important to me that was hit by the sleep thing... but don't you think we should leave the dealing with these to the ones with the actual means to do so?"

Personally, when Amara woke up, what he wanted to be able to do, was tell her that yes, he had beheaded a hundred senshi, and he'd done so in her name. Not that he'd been running around trying to find information; he wasn't good at that, "Hon, I have a jack-o-lantern. I'm seventeen, and I'm... vertically challenged," he made a disgusted face at his own words, "Not that I like being realistic, but honestly, don't you think the Queen, or Nealite would have done something, if there'd been something they could do? Charonite's fallen, from what I heard. If there was a way to help - something to do, it'd have been done by now."

The green haired boy chuckled darkly, "Oh, he has a brain alright. Don't you doubt that for a second. I think it's you and I that lack the common sense he's got though. Look at it from a tactical point of view," he finally deemed it right to push himself away from the wall and approach the girl. He took the chair that Rohan had previously vacated, "If you go for the kill, there's less of a chance for interruption. The more you talk, the longer you take, and the longer you take, the more that can go wrong. I kinda get where he's coming from - they're hard to kill, you know."

He should know; he'd almost had one with Ametrine, and a last minute intervention when they'd been about ready to yank the seed... had ruined the party, "How many senshi have you iced with your talking technique? Or how many have you come close to icing? I dunno, I'm more or the punch first and... don't talk at all sort of guy. If you're feeding them false info, what keeps 'em from doing likewise?" he shrugged slightly, "I was told not to trust them, and to kill them on sight. I guess there's a reason for that. You don't get far in the military if you don't follow orders," because oh, Creighton had little doubt that's what the Negaverse was.

"Oh, age's got a lot to do with it. Man, we're not even of drinking age - we can't even legaly go places," a snort, "Despite the whole power thing, we're pretty much... well, kids, if you get what I mean. I say, let the grown ups handle this, and we can keep on punching senshi's faces in. Seems like a good plan to me," he shifted his position and turned to look at Serah, then made a face, "Eeeeeh... if my cousin knew anything about this, she'd have told us. That's not her style. If she WANTED us to gather information, she'd have told us, you know? As far as Serah goes... eh. She follows others. Like we do. She's just a rank above," he turned to look at Skye seriously, which was almost entirely out of character for him, "Be careful."

And he wasn't just talking about the senshi either.