Post by The Madman Of Zaun on Feb 14, 2014 7:10:55 GMT -5
March 2, 23 CLE
Boredom. Time gone by, and boredom. Nothing to do in this Mundo-sized room for Mundo to use while he was at the institute. He fashioned a little target practice, carving circles into the stone walls. For hours he repeatedly chucked his cleaver... bullseye every time. He raised his hand, and the cleaver returned. He chucked it again. Rinse wash repeat. He did this over, and over, and over, and over until he just let the cleaver phase next to him and drop on the bed. This had gone too long. The Steward Summoner Mundo talked to wouldn't dare bring to the council what he asked, nor would they likely let it slide and allow it to pass.
It seemed he would have to take matters into his own hands.
His bulging purple fist clutched the dark wood handle, and oversized purple feet would tromp across the floor. That is, until he made his way to the hall of the silver-ranked summoners, whose skill and lack thereof swung like a pendulum. Even with all of them, they couldn't handle the Doctor. He wouldn't kill them, no-no. He didn't even want to think of incurring the wrath of the Diamond and Challenger Summoners, let alone Kolminye. No, he only wanted to... garner the Institute's undivided attention, and deliver a more direct inquiry to those who could do something about it.
