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Amongst the tree's and flowers was a large round shadow that crept across the ground. Whom it belonged to was not a latenight snacker, but to a giant bee. Or rather some nut dressed up as a bee, the costume itself was very round, had wings, stinger and anntena sticking out of a little hood. It had full armed gloves and legs made oout of a stretchy black fabrix also used for the hood. Whoever it was seemed to be randomly knocking potted plants over with his fake stinger as they wandered blindly, making a buzz noise with their mouth. They themselves were particularly short, and because of how much the costume covered up, it was hard to tell the rest of their appearence.

The last time Dredd had seen Mizuki, he was probably in a better state of mind. Or...a better one than what he's usually in, as he was wearing a large, round bee costume. He was already walking towards Mizuki's direction while making a buzzing sound with his mouth. His pupil's were...alarmingly big and his his face itself was expressionless. HE then entirely passed her up to some flowers in pots on the ground, turned so his back was facing then did something overly odd. He hopped up, Extended his legs and landed on the pot, breaking it. He was now, sitting on the broken pot and smushed flower. He twisted his hips and his feet kicked the dirt about. Was he trying to...pollinate the flower? What was wrong with him?

He continued to move about for a while longer, not responding at all to Mizuki. Then, he suddenly stood up and said. " For the queen~" Drawing our the 'E' sound. Dredd then continued to randomly turn around and walk in circles as he imitated what he though was a bee's flight pattern. " For the queen." he repeated. Now it was clear, somehow, someway, Dredd got it into his head that he was a bee collecting pollen to make honey. Which was evident from the dirt on his butt. " We must protect the hive! None shall have our delicious honey~" He said as he wondered over to Mizuki again. "Intruder!Intruder in the hive! Attack my brothers!" he shouted, turning around and pointing the fake stinger at Mizuki. Slowly moving backwards.

The tap to his head connected, and knocked him over right onto his face. Unfortunately, the words had little effect at all. He probably didn't even hear them at all. Just then a bunch of people in scrubs rushed into the greenhouse, heading towards Dredd. "There he is! Get him!" Shouted a female. " You dumbass! we told you not to give him too much!" Said the female to her male friend in scrubs beside her. " I'm sorry! I was just trying to shut him up! The stuff wasn't dangerous so I thought it wouldn't hurt to give him a little more!" He explained as they picked up Dredd, making sure to keep hold of his arms. " Yeah well look what you did, somehow he escaped a frickin' hospital and we're in trouble." She scolded. A third person in scrubs approached Mizuki and asked "Are you alright? He didn't do anything weird did he?" This guy must not have been acquainted with Dredd.

Celestial aided Joy, placing warm hands on her shoulders, massaging gently. Sensually, the woman leaned down to Joy and whispered a few words in her ear. Joy stood in the perfect pose, legs spread, left in front of right, bow drawn and fitted with an arrow. Her long black hair was put up in a loose bun, drawn back from her face. Her chest was thrust out, stomach muscles clenched. Her back was straight and her face was pulled into a look of absolute determined concentration.

The two ladies were standing just outside the greenhouse on one side of a huge archery range. A few straw dummies were placed at increasingly large distances. The last one was a little farther than the range of the bow. Hitting it would be practically impossible. All the ones prior to it had three arrows buried half-way up the shaft in the dead center of the target. Joy was a killer shot.

Celestial was as beautiful as ever, clad in black suit pants, strappy black stilettos and a white sweater who's neckline was low and splayed across her shoulders. She was looking quite a lot more professional, but still comfy. Joy was wearing dark navy jeans tucked into calf-high leather riding boots and a three-quarter sleeve length plaid cotton shirt, tied up above her belly button. The two made an interesting picture.

Just as soon as Celestial's hands departed from her shoulders, Joy let the bowstring snap against her wrist guard. The arrow flew at amazing speed, swerving ever so slightly. It shed speed in layers, slowly falling. Joy had planned for this, had knew her distance, the air movements, any breezes that were to come. That was why when the arrow looked like it would miss the target by a few centimeters, a breeze came along and shoved it to the side. The arrow finished by burying itself an inch from the center.

Joy was annoyed. She had not technically missed, but she could do better. Celestial smiled. "Try again. Maybe a tighter bowstring?" Joy nodded and hitched one end of the long bow beside her foot then pushed down on the top end. She removed one loop and then the other, rolled the string up and put it away in her pocket. Celestial handed her a new one. Carefully, Joy put the string on one end, reversed the bow, then pushed down as hard as she could, muscles bunching and screaming. She barely managed to loop the string over the other end. With a gusty sigh, Joy brought it up into position and notched an arrow onto it. She drew the bow, relaxed into her form, then once again sunk into her zone of concentration, feeling the vibrations along the arrow's supposed path.