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((Well, yes... but it does appear much like being a sis in the roleplay world when you've got a guy like Brain just fold under the presence of authority.

I got it... and no, in real life it's not... in the roleplay world... if there's nobody standing up to authority... then what's the fun in that?... it's like if you play Grand Theft Auto and don't steal a car or kill a cop.))

Brain shakes his head, opening his mouth as if about to say something, when Emerald spoke first. He then turned, about to walk off, when he paused to glance back at hearing Emerald's defense, but then shakes his head and continues with eyes squinted and walks out of the hangar. (Exit)

As Brain walked, Tom walked past him and tried to wave to him, only to be completely ignored. He looked back to Brain with a raised eyebrow before walking up to the two to ask "... What's... What's got Brain all PO'ed?..." He asks Emerald, seeing as she'd probably be the only mechanic around that Brain would directly talk to. He then noticed Lord Weston, who didn’t look in the best of a mood. ”… Oh… uh… Hello, sir.”

Emerald sighed. "Yes sir." That was all she could say. This man could take everything away from her if she said another word. She motioned two her best mechanic's over and they got to work on repairing the Elephander. She walked past Wenston and turned to him, "Have a nice day sir" She went to go check on the work that the other mechanics have done to the other zoids in the Hanger.

Artyom and his two team members had walked over to the exit Artyom himself was leaning on the wall looking at Weston then back to Ray and Clay "That man right there from what my father told me he is a Brit a mean one to but apart from that his piloting skills are blank well at least i never seen anything hell i don't think he knows how much use pilots love our zoids they are not weapons but family" he said as he looked up seeing clay leave the hanger and ray just looked at him


Ray looked back at the man then to Artyom "You know he could throw you in jail wait what would that do" he said in a mocking like tone as he was the only person that Artyom ever told about his jail time in his russian homeland

Emerald sighed as she looked at her watch. It was late past time for everyone to get off of work. She was helping the other two finish repairing one of the engines in the elephander. It was totally shot so they had to rebuild it. She stood up and well got up. "Everyone get out of the Hanger! With the exception of the overnight Mechanics" She yawned. She was covered in grease,hungry and well tired. She walked past the arrogant pilot from earlier."Get out of my hanger unless you magically became a mechanic. We're switching shifts and the night shift prefers quiet." She then exited out of the hanger {EXIT}

((If I may intervene on the conversation of respecting authority earlier, just because it's a role play doesn't mean you should be a smart a** all the time. Characters should be believable, and therefore act in reasonably believable ways.
Yes, role playing is fantasy and shouldn't be taken as seriously as a real life situation to us, but that doesn't mean our characters have to have the same careless and "I don't give a ******** it's all fake!" attitude as we do. It takes out of them and their part in the role play.))

((Hell yes I'm Number One. emotion_dealwithit
Also I posted in Russia. I know it's a huge one so it might take awhile to reply but just thought I'd give a friendly reminder~))

((I didn't say you're a smart a**. I'm only saying that you should rethink that idea of it only being a role play and therefore it's okay to do some rather unrealistic things. When I made that statement I went off your previous one

Now, if he's upset (which I was not aware of) then I can see why he'd be rude with authority at the time, depending on his level of anger. But I can argue even when I'm so royally pissed off to the point I want to murder my father because he's being an a*****e to me, I still bite my tongue and take my lashes. I may flip him off behind my back, or cuss him out in my own head, but I never say a word to him. Not anymore than I need to.
And it's not just with my father. I'll hold my tongue with any authority figure. I may say a bit more than I will with my Dad, but I'm not certainly sharing every thought I have.))

((Yes. I was actually going to move my next response here, if we continued to disagree.))