Danny - 31
Who: Danny and Church Denizens! And anyone else who's there, too!
Where: The Church Of Roses That Is Now The Church Of Many Plants.
Style: Either! First for speed would be great, though.
Status: Open!
Danny just stands on the Church's steps, taking a moment to stare at the sight before him.
The garden is out of control. What was once an array of pleasant, fully-blossomed rose-bushes is now a nightmareish tangle of jagged thorns, tough branches, twisted, snake-like vines, and odd roses intersperced for mockingly displays of color. The cursed briars surrounding Sleeping Beauty's tower might come to mind, except this time our Prince Charming is fourteen, scrawny, and his sword is somewhere under his bed upstairs, gathering dust.
Danny considers going back to fetch it, before shaking his head and sighing. Shaking his wrists to loosen them, he closes the whole distance between him and the closest vine of the mess by reaching forward. And up. (It's more up, actually. The Church is half-covered already, and the vines are trying to get in any way they can.)
Danny puts a fingertip on the vine, covering it from sight by cupping his other hand over it. In the gap between them a tiny green light flashes, and the vine under them cuts with a burned hss. The two ends get tossed to one side, and Danny reaches for the next vine. Then the next one. Then the next one.
Vine by vine, Danny works on a path to the gate. It's slow going, and the 'garden' looks ready to topple over him on either side. Doesn't he look like he needs help? (Or, in a plant-lover's case, stopping?)