[center][b][i]- Träd Oak & Diamond Frost - - Beacon gardens -[/i][/b][/center] After fetching the stuff she wanted from the requisitions, namely a flare gun with a couple of boxes with ammo for it and one of those headbands with a flashlight mounted on it, Diamond made a planned stop in the gardens. She beat Trad to the bench this time, and was surprised when she checked that her supply of smokes didn’t thin one bit since last time. “Bah, they sure do keep us busy. Not even time for a goddamn smoke with all the homework and studying just to keep up.” she grunted in annoyance. On the other hand, being busy with other shit made getting rid of the habit so much easier. Trad quickly hit the shower and got dressed, this time taking his sword and shield with him. Even though he wasn't in an active combat area, the trip in Vale showed he needed to be more prepared. He headed straight to the gardens. Sure enough there was his friendo bandito sitting at their designated bench. “Well good to see you're up and fine. Figured you'd still be hungover from our trip.” He took a seat next to her and pulled out his empty pack. “Fu-.. I knew there was something I was supposed to do this week. Mind if I bum one off ya?” “Oh don’t even start… I am worried about half of the things i remember saying out loud that night, and who know what else did I blab out when I finally fell asleep. Let me tell you getting woken up by your team in a bathroom while you are hugging the toilet is awkward as f…” Diamond sighed. Seeing Trad’s peril, she wordlessly tossed her pack over. “Hope you’re fine with Camels.” she nodded towards the box. “I don’t have much time today, one of the underwitches is overseeing us today and she made it a point for us to be punctual. Although the ‘threat’ to be assigned to another team does have some appeal. We’ll see how we do today, I’ll judge after that. Speaking of which, how are your new people?” Before speaking Trad pulled out a cigarette and lit it. He had been craving the bitter taste of these chemical sticks and began to question how he kept forgetting to buy some. While he wasn't a big fan of Diamonds brand, he wasn't about to be picky. Blowing out a long cloud of smoke with satisfaction he replied. “Im sure whatever you did went unheard, my team was completely out when I got it, yours were probably the same. Besides, it could have been worse.” He raised the cigarette to his lips, “You could have been hugging that cute teammate of yours. He took another puff and leaned forward a bit. “To be honest I'm not really sure. One of them seems to have a problem with humans, sucks for him seeing as he's on an all human team. Our leader still looks a bit uneasy about having a whole new team, and the other guy just doesn't talk. But his little friend does. Oohhh does that thing talk.” Sitting back up he flicked the ashes off his cig. “So what danger will your team be facing? Not sure we know ours yet.” “Hey! She’s the one to wake up in my bed, not the other way!” Diamond grinned. “Not sure I’d call that worse either.” She could only hope no one overheard her - but at least they chose not to confront her on any of it yet. She raised an eyebrow at what came next. “Oh wow. I thought we had team problems. At least I know where we’re going, although you know you can call up to mission control and ask right? We gotta protect crops this time instead of people, that should make it a little simpler. They only seem to predict grievers and other small grimm too, although with our luck there will be a monster made out of gas impossible to hit this time. Can’t say I’m better prepared myself too. One week is hardly enough to get used to casting spells. I got the ice down pretty good, no so much the moving of things.” To demonstrate, Diamond pointed her finger at a nearby rock and made it hover after a bit of trying. “Solid things are easy, as long as they aren’t alive. I tried to levitate a squirrel and it turned inside out - although I guess against Grimm that would work. Liquids or gas? Forget it. Myself? I don’t dare.” she frowned. It would have been pretty great to fly, but that seemed long ways off if at all possible. “Eh, after the stress I went through before the last mission, I'd rather wait to find out.” He remembered how nerve racked he was about doing a high ranked mission. “Hey for as long as you've been trying it's impressive what you can already do. Come the next mission I bet you'll be throwing Grimm all around… Assuming you survive guarding the crops.” “Oh, we will. It’s the general population that risks famine if we fail. No pressure. Remind me again why do they put bloody trainees who have nothing but two weeks of the basics learned on such important tasks? I would have been a bit more careful...” the thief shrugged, finishing her cigarette in two swift drags. “Damn, so busy I don’t do this enough it’s losing its appeal.” she complained as she flicked the butt to the trash. “Sorry to be in such a hurry. Boss wants us there. See you when we get back?” “You got me, maybe they have some sort of back up plan or insurance policy we don’t know about.” Trad took one last puff before putting out his cig and trashing it as well “Absolutely. I'm sure we'll run into each other sometime if not in class.” He grabbed the back of the bench and pushed himself up. “Good luck protecting our food, I know my stomach wishes you success.” With a wave he headed back to the dorms. He wasn't sure if his team had gone anywhere yet, but he wouldn't know unless they messaged him.