Cayden Black — Roleplayer Guild

"Well I've decided you're either too stupid to be a threat or too trusting..." He rubbed his arms of dust and looked right at her again before continuing "...that and a blind man doesn't really need a rifle now does he." He was half telling the truth. He would get his sight back soon enough, he just needed to rest first. He checked his pockets and bit his lip as he felt up to his back. "as for the bandage idea, probably not a bad idea. You hurt bad?" he asked with his head to one side. He had an empty holster he kept tracing his finger over almost like a cowboy yearning for his side arm. It was just his habit now, being armed was a second nature and Jaden had grown attached to his side arm. Sure rifles were damned effective but pistols had an odd elegance for him. It was rather a strange love for an old soldier turned mercenary but he was still human after all. No amount of training could burn that away. Well, unless you were a marauder or worse...

He looked around for a moment when she spoke of the other towns. It was clear by his expression that he didn't like that idea. "the nearest Raider station was 83 miles from here. Most of the towns north east of here are Purity holdouts now and I'm no fan of Militant holds either..." Jaded was not a fan of anyone who claimed themselves a power of the world anymore. He'd seen what that power brought and he was no fan of it. Even he had to admit the irony of the fact he now too their supplies and money to do their dirty work though. The only difference being he had the choice to turn it down now instead of being forced to do their dirty laundry for them like his soul was some god dam joke. He was done playing toy soldier in this piece of crap world. Bitter memories all of them, things he would sooner forget but knew were better remembered. He wouldn't remember them now though, this was not one of those times.
"well Naomi. Ladies first..." It was not sure if he was being sarcastic or not due to his lack of sight but there was certainly a hidden cheek beneath the words as he smirked with a fake bow, hand held out for her to guide him.

With a gruff clearing of his throat Jaden opened the canteen and took a deep gulping of its warm yet refreshing contents. he really needed that after laying out on the dirt for god knew how long. He was surprised he hadn't caught a tan or something when he really thought about it. The truck was hit early morning and he could at least see the sun was gone mid day by now. Hours then, too long to have been a good sign. If anyone had survived other then the two of them they were probably in whatever transports still moving and halfway back to one of the cities by now. Optimism was not his forte. Shit people had been trying to off him since he was a teenager, this was just another chapter in the good book of cluster f**ks.
He tightened the lid back on the canteen and handed it back to Naomi with a a grimace. He was really trying to focus on her but something had set his augments out of whack. Judging by how slow they were resetting he guessed the explosions were inhibitor in nature. High yield and EMP charges roles into one. Nasty things would fry anyone too augmented for regular bombs to kill. For anyone with near 100% augmentation it was as good as taking a bullet to the brain.The smell of the smoke from the debris told him one thing, the fuel of the trucks was burning and that meant their supplies were gone too. He was going to need this girl as much as she would need him, providing he got his eye sight back. Could he trust her at this point though to tell her what was wrong with him? Well, she had shared water and been stupid enough to call out to him. Hell what could it hurt, the chances of surviving alone were the same to her shooting him in the back after all. "Naomi where's the town...." He asked with an almost defeatest tone. "...because I can't see shit."

Jaden turned to her, the scars, though faint on his head around the eyes, were just visible in the light of burning day. He was an Eagle grade spotter. His eyes were his own but along the back would be small implants that forced the eye to function much like a camera, clearing the vision and improving it to telescopic proportions. "And the bandages would be great..." He finally answered her on account of his wound. It was a pretty clean one as far as he could tell. Anything that stings like hell was a good wound, it usually meant you were still alive for one. Besides he'd known much worse. He stood back up slowly with one hand pressuring his side in case the wound began to get worse. "We need shade..." He muttered looking up into the sky. He could see the sun beating down on them for a moment before turning back to Naomi with rifle in his right hand. He seemed to pause for a moment, a judging face as he looked down to the floor and back up at her, or at least tried to look up at her with his blurred eyes. Finally he twisted the rifle round and held it out for her to take. "Might as well give this to someone who can see a god dam target..." he said almost cursing his choice. He was defenseless and too trusting, he knew that. But he'd rather die a soppy idiot helping a young girl than an expire soldier.

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