Cynthia the Summoner's turn was next, after she picked the Lucky Stick.
And upon saluting Mackie, she promised herself one thing- she would be so evil-minded, so vile, so foul, so awful that the Judges would forget about cards and jails and send her to a prison in the middle of nowhere. Oh yes. She would be so evil!
But what would she do anyways?
Then she spotted it.
"It" was the back of someone's house, a pretty but very dirty yard with muddy footprints of little bangaas and humans and vieras and moogles no more than six years of age (and two sets of viera and human adult tracks too) all over thestonearea and the wooden porch... Obviously it was enjoyed often judging from the fresh tracks.
That was brilliant! She would wait for them to come home, and then she'd summon Ifrit and blow the beautiful flower beds (right before their eyes too) into burnt crispy critters!
Cynthia smiled and hopped over the wall into the yard.
So she stood about waiting...
Well, there was a little stream running just at theborder to seperate it from the neighbor's yard... And it was a hot day. So Cynthia washed the mud off her feet and waited.
It was late morning. Waiting, waiting... The Summoner Headress was growing itchy and hot. She took it off and waited.
Waiting, waiting... The robes were hot too. So she took them off.
Absentmindedly, she soaked up water in her robes and waited to cool herself down.
Waiting...
It was noon. The muddy footprints were dry now, and frankly, it was burning up! She wouldn't even need Ifrit to complete the job if the temperature rose like this!
Waiting...
Cynthia began to peel the cracked mud off the cement. She never knew that being evil and malicious had this long wait!
Waiting...
So Cynthia was bored, more bored than a Summon on Rank-6 penalty Summon day.
So she began to splash water everywhere. The flowers were looking dry, so with a bucket and the stream, splash! They were healthier-looking and less wilted in a couple of seconds. There were little suckers sticking out of the roses that someone forgot to prune off... Off they went.
The muddy prints everywhere were starting to get annoying... Might as well make the presentation more dramatic anyways. So she began to use her robe to scrub the stone and the porch.
Scrubbing, scrubbing...
It was evening and Cynthia had finished scrubbing off the last of the footprints. She was tired, and her back hurt...
There was a scuffling at the door! But Cynthia, despite her acute sense of hearing, didn't hear. She was too tired.
A woman's face looked out of the screen door at the strange Summoner wringing out her robes in stream bordering the now-crystal-clean yard. Not a hint of mud anywhere- the yard looked like new!
"Oh dearie, who are you, you're so sweet, so kind... You don't even know us, yet you come and scrub the yard with your robes..." she exclaimed. This melted her dark and trashy opinion of today's clanners. Why, who was this Summoner, this... This... This...! She didn't even know them, yet she performed this wonderful deed-"Here, dearie, you must be so tired.Let me get you something to drink-"
"No thank you madam," she muttered, climbing away from the house and over the wall. "I'm real tired, I'd better get back to my clan.." she called over the wall, leaving three little faces and their nine little friends and two adult faces gaping at the sparkling yard.
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The Class-A criminal apparently had more hope for her tattered and muddy form...
Until she admittedthe part about forgetting to summon Ifrit.
"Oh that is definately the most evil, vile thing anyone's ever done! Well done, Cyn-" Mackie began to say when the Defender interrupted.
"Issssn't that a good deed though?" he asked, confused.
The criminal he was guarding groaned and thumped his head on the table.