Antiquities

knight?

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I was talking to momo; her charries were free.

Bishop looked through his makeshift microscope and then to Kaytu. "Do you want it?" He asked, cocking his head. "Even with the older muscle?"

Luci:
Still ouside, I walk along the street, lost in thought. Then, looking up, I realize that I'm outside the gray building. I unconciously take a step back.

It wouldn't be like that... It's 1878, London, and in the beginning it says it's all hidden by the gov't...

She's been there, though, but okay...
Luci:
I leave the hideout and walk along the street. Everything is alright, and as it should be. Then I freeze. It's someone I know! Alarmed, I race back to the hideout.

Kaytu shakes her head, gently pulling the dish from him. She picks up the piece, the two separating again. Placing the older model back she takes her piece and places it back, licking the cut closed again. "Negatives and positives," she murmurs, tracing where the cut had been.

Bishop looked outraged for a moment. "I still needed that," he said, quietly. He hadn't seen all of the differences and he knew she wouldn't tell him.

Kaytu still traced the healed cut, looking up at Bishop. "We have our own signatures. We like to be together but not apart... Magnetic, sort of..." She looks back down at the dish. "The owner will sense where it is, if they are still alive. They will want it back."

A small smile appeared on Bishop's face at the thought of being able to draw a Gray in with something so simple.

Kaytu studies his reaction carefully. "I would not advise it. Older models are...rawer... They lack control, the ability to think on their own. Simple killing machines without much need for negotiations or bargains."

Bishop looked at her for a second, intently. "We Antiquities do not lack the ability to fight," he said, simply. They were trained, enhanced, nearly superhuman themselves.

"Antiquities have their own limits as well. Morals, things they see as prized, a judgment of what is good and what is bad," Kaytu says evenly, in a voice to explain and not to argue. "The government designed me this way, with this young childish body to tap into that. The soldiers who captured me fell for it. They could not kill something that has the image of a child. Older Grays are not like that. They are pure instinct only with the drive to kill, and the only emotion they have in them is the joy of the hunt. The ecstasy of the kill."

Bishop snorted. "I could kill you if I needed," he said, raising an eyebrow. "Morals are for the weak."

Kaytu smiled amused. "Aren't i more use to you alive now? I allow you to do as many tests as you please. I will not decay as a corpse would, I tell you what i feel and my limitations, my strengths. A corpse would not. I fight for you now. I am a weapon for the Antiquities. Therefore you prize me, therefore you will not kill me."

Bishop nodded. "True, but i did say if /needed/," he said with a small, polite smile.

Kaytu matches his smile, her dark red eyes glinting amused.. "That does not make me an older model though," she says, offering him her hand again.

Alek:
I glance at the Gray girl and Bishop. "Tense moment." I say.

Wyatt looked up at Alek with a smirk. "Not really. Reminds me of lessons." He make a distasteful face.

Alek:
I give Wyatt an evil grin. "Speaking of which, it's time to cram a few more down you're throat." I say.

Wyatt frowned before running behind the Gray. "Come on, Alek! I already cleaned out the vents!" Kaytu blinked down at him before looking past Bishop to Alek blankly.

Alek:
I laugh evilly, and rather dramatically. "It's time to scrub the toilets!" I say in a (rather bad) accent.

Grayson shook his head. "Wyatt is going to be working with me this afternoon," he said. "I'll need his help with a few tasks."

Bishop regarded her with a careful look, turning back to his studies and choosing to pretend like he didn't hear her.

Alek:
I laughed. "Just kidding, anyway. See you guys later!"