"Well, do we have any other choice?". Sona jested. "Why make us wait any longer for the inevitable?"

Boan walked back into the shower room and realized that he needed something more formal, "Sargon, would you mind fetch me and good clothing like the ones you got for Flynn and Teach?"

"How would you know? Teach?" Boan questioned Teach's comparison, "Maybe lady Grey is quite the large woman, don't judge a book by its cover."

"If thinking is such a pain, why do it at all en? If anything you should just relax a little and go with what ever life throws at you. I mean we are all on the same crash course here, and if one of us goes down I am more then sure we all go down at this point."

Fos said rather bluntly, this waiting was killing him and only fueling his hunger as it stood. Feeling around his pockets, the alchemist decided to see what he had inside of it. Sadly it was nothing special, just pocket with pockets and a nice coat. Though it felt nice, he wasn't really the kinda person to make a mad dash into a battle and fight. Rather if he wasn't fighting, that is what made his enemies worry.

"Besides, we can fix the bot now if I had the right items. Science is a wonderful thing and the best part of Alchemy is, as long as I have the right ingredients I can make anything I want. It really helps to be well rounded in these kinda area's as appose to my favorite one."

He held up his hand with the ring on it. Slowly it seemed the crystallized ring was getting bigger, but not by much. It was as if some one had donated to the cause while no one was looking, perhaps from what ever happened in the wash room or perhaps Fos did it himself.

Back in Teach's arms, she considered what he had said. She wasn't a Junk Pile... Surely her data and intelligence would bump her up to an educated pile of scrap at least. Still, being a "wheelbarrow" when compared to the leader of a city couldn't be too bad.
On the subject of names, however, Tifa wondered just how hard it was for Teach to just use hers... He had called her "dumb robot", "this one", "thing", and now "junk pile".

Still. A more pressing matter was the fact that she had still not been given a proper mode of transportation. Teach carrying her everywhere would likely stop being an option soon, if each member of the criminal-crew had specific jobs that the lady of the tower wanted them to complete. She would get a repaired leg soon, but it would be better to have her suggestion of a Wheelchair for the time being... She would have to ask again once Sargon was finished with Boan's attire.

"I was going to inquire about my suggestion about [Bzzt] bringing me a Wheelchair." Tifa stated flatly, as if she had been expecting Sargon to take the initiative and ask without any need for her pressing the matter. This wasn't the case, of course. It was simply that all she needed to do was put out the pre-made speech with minor adjustments -- which took less than a second.

"Also..." Tifa's voice became more warm in tone before she continued, "There is no need fo-fo-fofoofo-for honorifics. Technically, I have no real gender, so just "Tifa" will do. [BzzzZZt]"

With that, she nodded politely -- one of her only methods of showing courtesy without a great deal of cringe-worthy noise and sparks flying, seeing as most of her other parts rusted and/or damaged.

I rolled on my heels, noting the weight I was not used to. It would take a while to get cozy.
Honestly, I rather quite liked bots and machinery- Though I was terrible at repairs and coding.
So, I thought to myself 'As far as android AI goes, She's rather complex; with likes and dislikes, outside of normal operating. Clearly not ordinary.'
I needed something to do, So I headed on my way to get Tifa a Wheelchair.

[[Is the wheelchair just a basic one? Or is it an electric one? Its type will change how Tifa responds.
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EDIT: in response to Post #326
Good thing I planned for both types... Not much will change with a manual wheelchair from just being carried around, but... It'll work out. Probably.]]

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Tifa shifted around in her new seat once it had been brought to her. The wheelchair was a basic Silver-plated metal, with dark blue cushions -- a darker form of the Blue that was on the badges their saviors had most likely. Considering the fact that it didn't crumple under Tifa's weight, she came to the conclusion that whatever the material was under the polished-silver plating would have to be high quality.

To test it out, Tifa lowered her left arm to the outer rim of the similar-sided wheel... Only to realize that her arm's joints wouldn't so easily cooperate. She had two options.

1. Ask for some lubricant for her joints. The problem would return, but it would be a viable solution if she was going to a mechanic in a short deal of time.
2. Lower and rise her arms over and over again until the rusted areas simply crumble away -- hopefully leaving the joints intact, and without as much resistance to movement.

And so, Tifa looked over the group (even if her eyes didn't show it). Fos was starving, and the golden-bearded man was still waiting on the group to enter. Because Tifa didn't know any more about the master of the City than that she was referred to as "Lady Grey", she couldn't safely come to the conclusion that she would be as patient as the Butler appeared to be. Her decision was clear.

"This may be a bit [BzzZZt] loud. I apologize in adv-va-vavavavance."

After giving her short warning, Tifa lifted and lowered her arms slowly, then shifted to left and right... Then did the same at medium speed... Then, to a speed where her arms were a blur, turning and twisting, lifting and lowering until the possibility of her wheelchair simply falling over was quite probable. Sparks flew. A couple of plates decided that they would finally realize their dreams of being Birds. The sound would be comparable to someone clawing on chalkboards (very loud chalkboards), and then slowly become more distant until the sounds of her Mist-vents were more audible.
At the same time, although it would be hard to see what with her arms moving at high speed, Tifa did a similar exercise with her fingers. Thankfully, there was no loss of metal in their case.

After about a minute of high-speed flailing, Tifa let her arms rest at her sides, and she checked her remaining power supply. 35%. It seemed that her vents were becoming more efficient -- probably because they would have cleared out any internal rust within themselves by turning it into excess energy.

Tifa then brought her hands to the wheel-rims, and turned her left wheel forward, while turning her right wheel backwards (i.e. Turning Right). Then the opposite. Then both forward. Then both backwards. After her testing was done, her face lit up white for only an instant.

"Movement algorithms archived." Turning her wheelchair to Flynn's direction she brought her right hand over her chest, and turned her eyes into lines to show that she had "closed" them, she then gave a short and polite "Thank you."

Thin said to join, so I'll just try it out.

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A battered and bloody Elite Guard looked up, using his gigantic sword to support himself.

He watched as the group of prisoners, accompanied with the three people that defeated his squad, enter Northaven.

Growling, he tried to rise, only to be pushed down by his battle buddy. "Don't, Topo."

Topo shook his head. Facing his Head-Of-Command was scary enough, but with empty hands. He shuddered.

He shook his head, and gripped his sword. Scaling a cobblestone wall, he looked down at the group, and leaped.

He swung as soon as he landed, hurting the largest of the three people. He rolled, trying to swing once more, but was blocked by the Gunslinger. The Gunslinger smiled a little as he grabbed the Elite Guard, and promptly kicked him in the groin, making him fall.

The three people circled him, as Topo tried to stand. With one more punch in the face, Topo fell, and didn't move.

(Which I will post as a new thread. Check it out when I put it up.)
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Flynn slightly cringed, as Tifa's joints scraped past eachother- the odd few plates and screws flying past everyone's head.
Once Tifa was done, he dusted himself off- And merely bowed.

Sona slowly approached the crown who sat upon the throne and inquired the obvious question, "Are you Lady Grey?"

((OOC: I presume Boan looked something liked this at the moment?))

Boan followed up the satires wit the rest of the group, the new sash and cloak were a fresh change from the rugged prison uniform. In order to mask his identity, Boan kept his face half covered as he stretched the white cloak above his head, just as the group walked passed a polished bronze mirror, Boan paused back just to see himself in the reflection of the shining bronze. With the chandeliers providing dim brownish light, Boan's face was almost fully covered shadow.

"Now that is what I called style..." Boan grinned with his teeth showing beneath the shadow of his hood. As the black throne finally appeared in his view, Boan was not surprised at all when the lady of the house turned her face away from the group.

"You may approach," said Grisham, and Boan gladly bowed before walked around the throne to see Lady Grey.

"Thats grand it really is."

Fos said, showing his normal level of 'respect' to anyone in charge. It wasn't like he really cared for leaders, dosn't matter who they are or the level of respect they showed him, it was just in his nature.

"City of nothing but metal and loons, not that my presence makes it any better. Still free food is free food. But then again I was told long ago by some on I respect highly, there is no such thing as a free meal. So what does this woman want from us so badly that she was willing to send people into a pit of death knowing they might not come out a live, just to get us here. Ask me that sounds much more like some one wanting chips then doing it out of the kindness of her, little, cold heart."

Crossing his arms Fos waited her response, at this point it would have become clear his ideals of this place, and the use of more physical science then alchemical sciences.

Teach looks at Lady Grey intently.

"How's an old mentor, then enemy, and now ally supposed to take care of the likes of me?" he states, before breaking into a grin.

"It's been many years, Grey. Mind if I kiss you?"

Sona, after hearing Teach's question, asked, "You desire our services, and we know that much. Could you tell us what you have in mind for us or what you desire?" Sona, while waiting for a response, took a moment to scan the walls around her. The room the party was in was very highly decorated with lots of well made paintings. The walls, whiles still sturdy, seemed to have aged a bit.

Sona hesitated for a moment, before finally approaching Lady Grey.

Sona turned around to face Teach before called him over for Lady Grey.

Upon sight of the lady of the castle, Tifa took a whole of 5 seconds to analyze her physical condition. As stated some time ago Tifa was unable to do much with the biological data by itself, but noting Lady Grey's condition would do well enough for the time being. Along with biological data, Tifa left footnotes as she scanned the room and area around the throne from the bottom of the staircase.

'[Lady Winter Grey: Princess of Northaven [More Data Needed], and Commander in Chief of the Order of the Sacred Cross [More Data Needed]. Strong connection to Sargon [See entry 436].'

'Sickly condition. Possible damage to Lungs, Heart, or Throat due to apparent inability to walk as well as Talk. [More Data Needed].'

'Unknown emotional connection to Max [See entry 439] [More Data Needed].'

Considering that she had enough data for the time being, Tifa refocused on the conversation just as Grisham gave the Lady's initial introduction to the group. Tifa may not have good energy consumption... But at least she could analyze things quickly.

With time to spare, Tifa passively recorded the conversation to archive once it was finished, and took note at the Robed Noble (whose name she still did not know) being brought to a dungeon within the building.
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Once the conversation within the main hall was finished, Tifa was carried up the stairs along with her Wheelchair without any trouble, and so she continued to inspect the environment, seeing as she didn't have to waste any energy on flopping up the stairs.

The place was old. That much could be seen just from simple inspection... But some areas seemed particularly warn down. As if they had sustained damage and been repaired. Despite the repairs, however, signs of damage were still present. Tifa took note of certain areas as she wheeled around the dining hall, deciding not to stop and sit at the table seeing as she wouldn't be able to eat anything anyways. After her analysis, maybe. But not for now.

Still, listening in on the conversation at hand was important, and so Tifa dulled down the lights of her eyes to save energy, and focused the excess amount on her hearing, as to not miss a thing as she continued to scan the area.

Flynn crosses his arm, with a sceptical look on his face.
While he understood that Lady Grey had issues speaking, He realised there were much more efficient ways to speak without a voice.
Body language. Electronics. Sign Language. Telepathy- No wait, nobody can do that. . . Surely?
Fos's offer shocked Flynn, but he said nothing. Instead, he redirected his attnention to Tifa, Who'd gotten up the stairs with some help.
. . .
Hmm.