[b][center]Rendezvous Crash[/center][/b]

As Bishop entered the room, she could hear Jester laugh. [i]Ha! Crazy bird man. Of course. The only way to make this more cliché would be with penguins.[/i] His form changes until he was wearing a suit and bow tie, a fashion style not yet invented, or at least not popular. Bishop sighed softly and was glad when the birds finally ceased speaking their strange language, and looked upon the man across the room from herself. He was a fat, pudgy thing, a disgusting example of human greed, the very antithesis of her own work as a scientist... And her father worked with this man. More and more she began to understand what went wrong.

Quietly she takes off her hat and bows her head respectfully for a moment as introduction, then she listened to his series of statements. It seemed this man was either lying to her or completely foolish to not know of her betrayal by now... Yet, her interest was piqued that her father spoke of her. Why? Hmph. [b]"The Bishops always keep their debts."[/b] Bishop says softly as she reaches out and shakes the don's hand. Gingerly she retracted it after the handshake was done, feeling the sweat off the man's palm. [i]"Ahh, pigs, so fat, juicy... They get that way one way or another... Fed, or perhaps genius? Hm... Hm. hm."[/i] Jester mused quietly with Bishop's telepathic link to her comrades. There was a moment of hesitation as she processed what to say, before speaking once more. [b]"Ah, interesting... A power grab, hm? I am interested, you seem to be quite a likeable man, but... Of course... For, my own, [i]humble[/i] self-interest, how would this benefit me, and my father?"[/b] As she awaited his response she decided to use [b]scan[/b] on him, to figure out if he was a wolf in sheep's clothing. Jester grinned. [i]Good... Keep it up and you might just get out of a mission one day without being horrible scarred![/i] The amusement in his voice shattered any pretense of genuine care for her well being in her mind.

[b][center]Hive of Minds[/center][/b]

Giant wasps. Daniel Constantine had mused to himself the idea of fighting such things for a while, he had fought giant wolves, and giant bears, and many giant things, but giant wasps were new, and they were a menace. He watched his fellow compatriots carefully for a moment, he wasn't used to team work, his line of work was often the solitary kind, hunting down prey and fugitives, not discussing tea time or politics with allies. Yet, here he was, his uncle nowhere in sight, and needing to be made aware of the enemy's capabilities. Ramza was already asking questions of the ranger, though Daniel was dubious of the ranger's real ability to discern a threat. He was just a man who wanted to survive, and didn't really wish to understand, at least, that's what he interpreted at a glance. Yet it did unnerve him, all the little things crowding about him like children to a parent.

Demented children, to a parent that for all tense and purposes, had a god for a spirit.

Still. At least the god was on their side, for now. He stretches out his arms over his head and asks follow-up questions. It wasn't likely going to give much useful information, but, who knew, it was better to ask anyway. [b]"How many wasps are there? Are they territorial? Have you ever noticed them exhibit strange behaviours, like having favourite scents, or other things we could use as bait?... Do you have some kind of booklet, or notepad, with information you've collected? Those who had to escape these beasts, was there any consistent theme for their survival? Being under the water, perhaps? I know it works on bees."[/b] He makes the last statement with a wry grin, as his uncle finally appeared and lightly grasped his shoulder, making him shudder physically in surprise before realizing what it was. [i]"Funny. Bees. Truly... You may want to try and catch one alone, and see how dangerous it is, what it takes to kill it, no?"[/i] It was at that point that Daniel snaps his fingers.

[b]"Do you have any... Explosives, perhaps? Something we could use to light their hive on fire, or blow it apart? If you don't, do you know where we could retrieve some?"[/b] Otherwise he couldn't much imagine being able to destroy it. After all, they must have built it on the ground, there is no way there was a tree large enough to support their hive.

... Right?...