[ Well, she was rather thankful that Captain Captain Bane (was that really his name? That seemed too ridiculous to be true) had recognized the affiliation and wasn't making it difficult to get in. Although she'd done her share of forcing her way into places she shouldn't be for the sake of the common people, it made her rather nervous to do so without Guts and Serpico and Schierke by her side.
Now came the real struggle. Although she'd been given permission to enter, who knew how she was going to get away with actually doing just that? She'd watched as a few others hacked and chopped at the vines, only to have them replaced just as quickly.
She knew from experience that while a big sword could solve many a problem, there were things that magic alone could do, too. Perhaps this was her chance to help out and finally feel like she had been contributing to this Bureau she'd somehow found her way into.
She stepped forward towards the vines. Maybe ... they just needed to be spoken to?
She thought of the way she spoke to Casca to soothe her when she was agitated, the way that calming words and soft touches made her relax and more comfortable ... and then, she reached forward to tentatively put a hand to a vine that had wrapped its way around the main entrance. ]
Excuse me, um ... I'm terribly sorry to bother you, but ...
[ She cleared her throat. ]
I won't hurt you, we just ... we just need to come inside. Is that all right with you?
[ She swore she saw the vine twitch a little in response to her words ... Did you see it, too? ]
off to the races;
[ The concept of a vehicle like these battlewagons alone is enough to throw Farnese for a loop. She's decided that she's probably better of watching from the sidelines, rather than actually trying to build or race these monstrous things.
Still, she can't help but be charmed by some of the little masks for sale as she passes on by the stand. She lifts each mask to look at the quality and detail, but she seems to have taken a particular interest in the Wyrm mask ... is that the last one, though? ]
farnese de vandymion / berserk / druid
the goldcliff trust;
off to the races;