Due to her shortage of power, Tifa contemplated how she could best answer the Knight's question.

She did, of course, have a method of taking in both solid or liquid CE, but explaining how it worked would most likely drain her power to somewhere around 1%, which would be problematic, because the mechanism itself required a bit of energy to activate -- a buffer, if you will.

The mechanism was contained within the center of her chest, and the functions of its use were as follows:

1. The plating over the receiving-capsule (whose shape was similar in size and structure to a 6.5cm diameter Tennis Ball) would push outwards, resulting in a flat ciecular cap, split in half horizontally.
2. The cap would split apart, one side up, one side down, to reveal a small cylindrical tunnel leading to the capsule. The diameter of the cylinder was ~3.5cm, ideal for small-stone to powder-like CE, or Liquid CE to be inputted.
3. Tifa's actual form -- a Pan -- would prime itself for heating. The pan is located directly behind the capsule (as in closer to her outer back), meaning its heating would transfer almost directly to the capsule when activated.
4. After a proper amount of fuel (in either solid or liquid form) had been injected, a small "beep" signalling that there is sufficient energy would sound, directly resulting in the reactivation of Tifa's outer plating, which would cap the mechanism.
5. Approximately 0.0005sec after the capsule closes, Tifa's pan would heat the fuel to approximately 1600°C, and capture 94.6% of the resulting heat, transferring it into energy. Because she is not 100% efficient, the reaction would cause a bodily temperature increase of 86°C/sec while the reaction occurs.
   The total time elapsed by the reaction would be approximately 2.3sec. Meaning Tifa would raise from her current temperature to over 200°C
   Set-up would take 13sec, give or take, depending on what type of fuel is present, and how much is already prepared for insertion.

But how could she relay so much information in so little time... She could probably only speak for ~20 seconds until she would be forced to power down -- as to save enough energy for keeping the vents working. And that would be without taking into account short-circuiting with her speaking mechanism, which would eat up a great deal of power on its own.

With that in mind, Tifa came to a simple conclusion:
'I have 3 seconds to tell this man that he must insert fuel into the opening I am about to activate [Difficulty: Easy].
Second, I must then explain that a beep will sound after enough fuel is injected in 4 seconds [Difficulty: Easy].
Lastly, I must explain that if he does not place me onto a heat-resistant surface (i.e. "Not his hands"), whatever surface I am on will most likely burst into flames. I must make it clear that I should be placed on such a surface before fuel injection is complete. For that, I will give myself... 5 seconds. [Difficulty: Medium]'

With a plan in her metallic head, Tifa turned her voice on and opened her fuel-injection container. 7% remaining.

"Insert fuel here. [Bzzt] A beep will sound once enough fuel is inject-te-teee-ted. It is imperative that you [Bzz-Bzzt BZZZZP]"

As a large spark flew from Tifa's head, she continued relaying her information. Unfortunately, she did not realise that her vocal mechanisms had just shorted out, and ceased functioning. Meaning, while she heard herself say

"put me down on one of the many stone slabs in this location, otherwise combustion is imminent."

Everyone else heard Static, and a bit of metallic screeching. After she had finished what she thought she was saying, she addressed her current remaining power. 3% remaining.

'My power consumption is... Unsatisfactory. It will be fixed soon, I hope. For now, the best option is return to Sleep Mode, and await fuel injection.'

Once her outward screeching finished, Tifa's face lit up with an image of three Z's, and she ceased responding.

Looking back at Flynn the Alchemist sighed.

"No, what have I been eating lately, Hmm? With the way my body is working thanks in part to my own hands, I don't eat normal food, I need the live giving liquid that comes from the very vanes of the living. Then again some one who isn't very reguarly tough in this tree might not understand so I will make it as blunt as I can."

The Alchemist turned and looked at Flynn dead in the eye, even in this light the dim glow of this crimson eye's seemed to be present, not helping was the fact his pupils where constricted into what could only be described as slits.

"I eat blood." He stated each word individually.

"Blood can Coagulate, but no, I don't chew it. I drink it, use it and some times I get in very, excited moods, when I have too much of it. For it is the liquid of life, the direct link to the soul and above all else, it's a power."

The man gave a soft smile as he walked closer, arms out stretched as he spoke.

"With it you can destroy some one from the inside out and all you need to do is but touch them, with it you can create life giving birth to the next generation! Or you can remove what is left from them, making them something less then what they are now. Its power, life, energy. The most basic of elements that makes you so strong, but it makes you so weak..."

Fos held up his hand, the left one. Around the middle of his ring finger sat, a rather fat, Crimson crystallized ring.

"It's possible to do anything, you just need to proper items for it first. As far as things like that go, I can do it, but I need some chalk, the robot, and anything scrap. I could rebuild the construct it's self or I could just try and make it stable. However what I put into it we can't get back right away. So here, I can get the chalk, you get everything else. As far as the programming goes, that's you call."

Teach shakes his head as he gently places TIFA on the floor.

"Just crystal energy for now. If we leave this one drained of energy, let's say some of the more unstable systems can go boom. Not fun."

He runs his palm across his speartip, drawing a small stream of blood that drips down. He walks around the robot, creating a circle of blood around it, before standing in the circle himself.

"There's enough sugar in my blood and the air to give some amount of energy to her, right? Don't pull anything more than that, or you'll end up with one man down."

"About time," Boan ignored the automaton and looked into the stronghold, "That robot may be in need of some lubricant, I need a good shower, the only one I had was the time my old friend Judas blasted me with high pressure water gun."

Reaching over Fos placed his left hand on the robot's chest piece, the one with the broken Sun. After a second the blood ring he had on his finger seemed to shrink to a visible degree. Energy arched from his hand to the robot, in this moment Fos did something to save them some time, but in return the air felt a little, dry.

After a strong sigh the Alchemist removed his hand then walked away to everyone else it was as if he hit the tin can with some energy, but what he really did was just take the energy from the air of Cradle and forced some of it into the robot's energy reserves. It wasn't much, but enough to keep it from going critical.

"Lets move, I need a shower and a proper meal. I am starving..."

((I haven't changed my mind about pulling Sol out of the RP. He is definitely not coming back. Though, I will keep reading, promise.))

Teach nods, and picks up TIFA again.

OOC : Based him more off of this guy.

"Nice! Alright, fellas," Boan smirked, "Just don't drop the soap, we are not quite out of prison yet!"

And then Boan turned to Sargon before reaching out his hand for the underclothes, "If you don't mind..."

'Solo-Man..?' Tifa wondered to herself. It must have been a pet name. She would have to inquire about it later... but only after the situaiton at hand was addressed properly.

Tifa didn't use clothing, and couldn't walk.
Had the Gate-keeper not noticed her, due to the fact she was being cradled by Teach? Would she be addressed?

She took a short look at her leg, still disconnected and swaying in the breeze with only a couple wires keeping it connected to the rest of her frame. If she was organic, that would probably be a very disturbing picture. What she needed was not a dressing room... Although she would appreciate someone dusting her off, what she really needed was a mechanic. A really good mechanic.

Still, deciding that her saviors wouldn't simply let Teach carry her into the male's dressing quarters, she waited patiently in his arms with her vents still humming away as they absorbed Mist from the now adequately concentrated air.

"If you wouldn't mind, I'd prefer to take my clothing with me.". She said to Sargon. She took the clothing and swiftly went for the showers. She hadn't had a shower, except for rain, in months. She took a while in the shower, but after about ten minutes came out. Her previously rough and messy ivory hair was now somewhat neatly done, forming a long line that went a bit under her neck. She wore an open black long coat, with a white undershirt and black pants. Her eyes appeared to be a very calm light blue. While waiting for the others, Sona asked Sargon a question, "So, do you have any idea why we were called here?"

((Ember, wasn't TIFA's shellform in that Fanfic, like, my character or something?))

"Mah, the robot is becoming self aware...Why where they invented again, ah I remember. Because people think Alchemy is hard and want things to do it for them."

The alchemist said, sure it was a little out of his character to speak on such a topic, but at the same time her was an alchemist. Some one who delt with science on a more hands on level to the point he was able to convert Myst energy in the air into a more condensed version in the bots energy tanks. Simple things like that, most people needed weeks to make, he took only a minute.

Waiting his turn for a bath the Alchemist looked at their current host with a bit of a angry expression as he felt his gut turn once more for food.

"When is the meal coming? I am starving over here."

[[Edit]]For the first time in what felt like months, Jolt felt he must speak to the escape party when he got a chance, preferrably after they got out of the prison.
(His voice is deep, quiet, and radiates a substantial amount of power.)
Surprisingly he had held onto his endurance and stayed on pace with the masked woman who led these "rebels". Whenever guards noticed them, they either fell to a knock-out kick from the woman or found Jolt's silent sword in their back. "I sure hope you know the way", Jolt muttered, a bit uneasy that they were leaving some live witnesses.

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The instant his right hand is put back, he slams left his fist not an inch from TIFA's head.

"We are two fundamentally different entities. Do not think like you are one of us. Do not try to be one of us. There's no reason to resist, as I'm voluntarily making sure I can help you to the best of my ability. For me to deign with creations born of the hand, not flesh, is bad enough. You can have emotions, you can have two legs and two arms, you can have hair, but you cannot be alive like we are. Do not try to act like you've any decency man has. You'd just believe in your own lie."

"And no. His species. He doesn't deserve to be with the rest of us, whatever he was trying to do," seethes Teach as his hand returns to his side, before sitting back. His face does not soften, but it hasn't hardened since they had escaped from the cavalry.

"Could've spent his mind making more useful creations. We've had enough problem with things like you as it is, gremlins and whatnot...

..I'd replace this shell of yours, but if you're capable of having mist vents, I might not have to. Have you a list of your capabilities?""

When Teach's fist slammed against the wall of the water closet she was propped up against, she kept her eyes on his face. She did not flinch. She was incapable of flinching. Also, she did not need to even move her "eyes" from their position to inspect the fist and arm that was now located to her side, as her entire facial screen acted as an ocular lens, allowing her to photograph and analyze the man's arm without giving any signs of her data-recording.

"We are two fundamentally different entities. Do not think like you are one of us. Do not try to be one of us. There's no reason to resist, as I'm voluntarily making sure I can help you to the best of my ability. For me to deign with creations born of the hand, not flesh, is bad enough. You can have emotions, you can have two legs and two arms, you can have hair, but you cannot be alive like we are. Do not try to act like you've any decency man has. You'd just believe in your own lie."

Tifa continued to inspect the man's facial expression, muscle movement, and other such things that organic creatures were known for. While she wasn't capable of providing a complete psychological analysis with biological evidence from movements such as these, she figured recording the movements would eventually prove useful.

"And no. His species. He doesn't deserve to be with the rest of us, whatever he was trying to do," As the man took his arm back, Tifa stopped analyzing it. The moments it was up close were quite educational, at least. She adjusts her sitting position as Teach sits back, and continues "staring" into his eyes as he continues.

"Could've spent his mind making more useful creations. We've had enough problem with things like you as it is, gremlins and whatnot... I'd replace this shell of yours, but if you're capable of having mist vents, I might not have to. Have you a list of your capabilities?"

For a moment, Tifa analyzed all that he had said within herself before formulating her response.

"I shall address your comments and question starting from the beginning [BZBZZ Bzzzt]. One moment." Tifa's arm returns to her face where her mouth would be, and she makes a sleight tilting gesture with her head while turning her eyes into lines, as if she were clearing her throat -- if it needed clearing.

"I am aware of our diff-diiiffferences, and I am also aware that trying to become an organic life form will yield no [Bzt]results, nor do I have the wish to become one at this time. I thank [Pshhhhhzt]you for taking your time to help me. I di-d-iiii-did not decide to have these emotions, I was programmed to have them; [Bz-bzzt]similarly, I did not choose this appearance, I was not asked for any input for its [BzzzTCH] creation. As for decency, I cannot see why I cannot have it."

She then raised her hand and lifted one finger to the heavens.

"Also, when I said "our species" I was meaning "robot kind" having a flaw organ-orrr-ga-orga-n-ni-nics do not have. [BzzzzIIIIIIIp]That is, worrying about whether our thoughts are a result of an AI mutation, or simply programmed thoughts from those who design us."

With a bit of sparks coming out of her now well-used arm, Tifa lowered her hand back to the soft ground again before tilting her head.

"From your [Pshhh-Bzzz-Bzt]mention of Gremlin constructs and... Distaste of my kind, I caaaaaaaan only wonder whether you are dragging feelings of aggression from a select fe-fe-fee-few onto the whole. But that is simply conje-ee-ee-eectu-tuture."

She then returned her head to its normal position, and rested it against the wall behind her, moving her "eyes" to adjust to the new angle, and continuing to look at Teach.

"As far as [Bzt]replacements are concerned, most of my metal can be salvaged and repaireddddddddddd. Minus a couple..." Tifa's eyes looked down further from Teach's face, and rested on her broken leg. "More extreme cases, [BzzZZZZchT] which will need more attention."

"As for a list of my capabilities... I would ask in what fo-foo-fo-fform you would like me to present them." Raising her head straight, with only a single spark popping from her neck, Tifa's face lights up, providing what appears to be a small schematic, which changes to another moments later.

"If you would like, you could simply examine my blueprints. [BZZZIT]Or, if you'd like, I could simply list them all off voca-vo-voc-ccccccccally. It would be quite inefficient, however, considering my current vocal-state."

As if to prove her point, a large spark pops out of the crack which splits her face from where her mouth would have been, should she had received one. For a couple of moments, static ensues, before she "blinks" and turns her attention to Boan.

"Thank you for your concern, Boan. [Bzzzt] I, personally, do not believe it is pos-ssssi-sisisis-sible for me to become organic. But that may simply be me not having access to the methods to do [BzzzBZZZZ] so. Still. For now, I prefer thi-thhhhhhh-is form. Although... It is quite inconvenient not being able to move as I [BZZZZZZZit] once did simply due to time passing." With that, she gave a light, slightly fuzzy chuckle, and turned her attention back to Teach for his response.

"Well, Sargon you could have just said so in the first place..." Boan whispered to himself while Sargon was too distracted with Sona, "How many innocents do your lady Grey want me to execute? Just give me a rifle now and I will ask her how many I need to kill."

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"Lady Grey will see you now."

"Good," Boan smirked, "Maybe she would kindly gift me a gas mask when my tasks are complete... the pretentiousness of this place is irritating me..."

As he walked passed the tall man who greeted them, Boan noticed a consistency: everyone he encountered so far except for Sargon and his fellow cell mates had a blue cross with them in one way or the other, this does not bold well as it might be the indication of an organization or a cult. Every minute he feared that Judas may simply jump out of a dark corner and blow his brains out, but compared to this mysterious yet powerful lady, Judas was nothing but a fragile kitten in comparison to the threat she may pose.

"Let's just see what kind of hell this lady grey had in store for us," Boan thought to himself as he walked into the inner sanctum.

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Judas clenched his teeth as he poured alcohol onto his sewed wound, now disinfected, he wrapped a new layer of bandage. Suddenly his communicator rang.

"Who is this?" Judas asked, "Oh... sorry sir, the capture attempt was a failure... Boan got me while I was injured, no, it was not an excuse, I am sorry... we don't know what she is up to next, it could be anything, just be prepared for sabotage, as long as she lives, she will be thorn by our side... attacking their main base will be proven too costly even by Ozlo's standard, put our forces on alert, and leave Boan Langley alive... we have a score to settle."

With a lit cigar in his mouth, Judas placed his sniper rifle onto a workbench and started modifying the weapon, a longer barrel and new scopes were fitted for extra range and precision.

"Where are you hiding? Captain? That little brat can't protect you behind her walls and big metal boxes forever..."

(OOC: will be working for 5 hours from now, good luck)

"I am called Jolt, as far back as I can remember." Jolt replied, a little annoyed that someone, no matter their age, was still calling a thirty-five-year-old "boy".
"My parents apparently died in the Skylark crash and I had to live on the streets of the lower Garrison for much of my young life. When I was seven, a Spiral Order recruiter was impressed enough by my skill at stunning snipes with a piece of thrown scrap metal long enough to capture and either eat or sell them, as I could do little else. Instead of arresting me, the recruiter decided he could use my skill and potential in a much more useful way. I was trained as a light assassin for ten years after that. After trying out several gear sets, I settled on this one as it fits my fighting style. I joined the Scarlet Scouts in their mission to hunt down and investigate Ghostmane Stalkers." He brushed the ensign on his left shoulder for emphasis. "As far as I knew, I was the best and most sucessful of the Scouts, though I had a mission given by that recruiter who became my benefactor: report all of the Scouts' movements in detail. I did both tasks to the best of my ability, but when I asked too much about my family after hearing snatches of what others said about them the recruiter threw me in solitary to rot and be used for training. He wanted to enjoy seeing me die, yet he was not present at the arena today..." Jolt muses aloud.

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[[Edited 1st paragraph. Julius is at least over 40 and a grizzled veteran I found out.]]