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[color=red][b]”Take off the uniform, and burn it.”[/b][/color] Everything else was a blur to Jackson. Nothing the huntress, nor the other guy had said before really sunk in. But burning his uniform? It'd been almost like a security blanket, in a way. He felt safe when he had it on, although at the same time it [i]was[/i] a huge target on his back as well. Maybe it was time to blend in with the crowd?.. Jackson eyed the woman and her Sneasel, tapping his thigh to make Houndour close in to him, making him sit at his feet. [color=#0B5345][b]"Why should I have to burn it? I'll just steal a new one from another dead soldier. You really want to sit here and waste that time that I'd have to undress in front of all you fine people, burn this uniform, and have to get redressed? By the time that happens, there will be Regime all over this forest. They're already on their way, no doubt, with that explosion from earlier and the heavy smoke that now rises through the skies. We have to go. There's no time for your silly games, Miss. Maybe another time, but for now, we need to move."[/b][/color] Jackson risked reaching back into his waistband to retrieve his pistol to which he brought forward, releasing the clip and popping the round in the chamber out. He did the same with his rifle, storing both mags into his backpack along with the pistol. He then shouldered his pack and empty rifle, whistling low for Houndour to follow.

[color=#0B5345][b]"Kill me if you don't believe me, just don't hurt my dog. He won't hurt you unless I tell him to."[/b][/color] Jackson had left one thing out, but figured it didn't matter whether it was said or not. He didn't fear death. It was something the Regime took from him. Jackson didn't fear much anymore, except getting caught. There was nothing but death for him no matter where he turned, and if he was to die at the hands of some wanderer, it'd be much quicker than the Regime would have done it. Slow and painful. Calling over his shoulder, he made one final remark before walking off in long strides into the North East. [color=#0B5345][b]"Do what you wish, but I'd hurry up and decide fast."[/b][/color]

Raven stood there looking between the three strangers around her, watching the supposed soldier walk off with his Houndour trotting just behind him. Electabuzz behind her was still focused on the Sneasel, his eyes slightly aglow. Raven turned to see him staring, and she gently nudged him out of his trance, walking slowly towards the soldier as she dipped her head to the girl with the sniper respectfully. [color=#C0392B][b]"I would assume you were the one to help me, before. Thank you, kindly. I owe you my life, in the most literal sense. If our paths ever happen to cross in the future, anything you need, I'm there.. but, I think I'll be going with him."[/b][/color] She jams her thumb off into the direction Jackson was beginning to disappear in the trees. [color=#C0392B][b]"If he is who he says he is, and he's not Regime, he seems to have made it quite far. If he [i]is[/i] a soldier, well.. I'm pretty sure I could handle myself. Least got someone who's got my back."[/b][/color] Electabuzz beamed, knowing too well that Raven had meant him. She, too, smiled back at him and bowed her head to the huntress before limp-running off after Jackson, yelling a [i]'Hey wait up!'[/i] after him.

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