The Preserve, Monday Afternoon

[age_of_the_geek]

He was not hiding. The Brood were proud and fierce warriors and Brood!Hardison was no exception. He was simply biding his time, waiting for the transformation to complete unimpeded. The host weakened him, made him doubt and hesitate, sometimes even dared to drown out the Hivemind with his puling and wailing. It was...inconvenient. And really,

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[whoisalicewhite]

Seriously! Parker's Brood-brain would completely agree with Hardison's. She'd kept it very, very busy since Saturday morning. Maybe they could confab about that.

"I can tell you're ouuuuut there," Parker sing-songed away, wandering into the wood. Nothing to be afraid of. Anything out there should be afraid of her. "Olly olly oxen freee! Olly olly onsen freee! Olly olly olive ooooil..."

[age_of_the_geek]

Why couldn't the hosts just accept their inevitable fate gracefully and just relinquish control and go off and die? Not hang around being obnoxious all the time?

"I can still feel that one's thoughts pressing against yours!" Hardison called out from the underbrush.

[whoisalicewhite]

Pressing and twining and braiding and sometimes twirling, yup. "So! Come out and help distract her!" The Brood surged to the front for a minute when she yelled, "I haven't gotten to kill anyone yet! I've been keeping her from jumping off buildings! And taking over the Brood! And boosting all the chocolate on the Island, whatever that is!"

[age_of_the_geek]

"This one has been mewling! And whining! And crying because I chastised its mate! And because I have stayed in the outdoors all night!" Hardison came out from the underbrush. At some point, he'd lost his shirt, letting his scales gleam in the sunlight. "Such constant whining!"