Eureka! I got it!
Chapter I: Alchemy and Art
A Short Fanfic dedicated to my favorite Inventor, Mackwell! Also it passes from point of view to point of view. For Example, Act I is Mackwell, Act II can be Evia and Aqua, Act III is back to Mackwell, Act IV can be the Killer Chef etc.
Disclaimer: I don't own Star Ocean or its characters.
Author's Note: I just thought it'd be cool to take a break from my usual Fanfic and write about my Favorite Inventor, Mackwell! You'll see alot of Familiar inventors too! Hope you all Like it.
Reviews are appreciated! Even bad criticism! I could learn from a few mistakes to become a better writer!
Act I: Break the Schedule
"Rain, Rain go away..."
"Come again another day..."
Mackwell looked up from reading his book. The Library in the Aquios Palace was his favorite place to stay. Surrounded by countless books and knowledge; he just loved to just relax and open a few books to feed his hungry mind. But that's the problem, he could never relax. Work was to be done! One of his few loves in the world were books, knowledge and the art of Alchemy. Mackwell chuckled... Not many knew that Alchemy was both Art and Science.
"If you don't, I don't care..."
This alchemist walked through the Maze of books. The Stained glass was glittering by the drops of water clinging onto it's smooth surface. From outside he can hear the soft tapping of rain, it was raining today. Mackwell disliked the rain, it slowed him down from his work... his research. The Rain gave him a calming relief, but often times he couldn't work due to delay by the weather.
"I'll see the sun another day..."
Mackwell ran his hands through his sleek silver hair. The Massive library was echoing the voice of the singer. How irritating Mackwell thought, This was delaying his already busy schedule. He clutched the book in his arms, it was an old book that was what was once owned by Dr. Elena, herself... Inside its pages was not only knowledge on Alchemy... but his schedule he spent many hours to write.
Who is Mackwell? He is a brilliant Alchemist, the second best in his class when he was younger. He also helped assist Dr. Elena and Dion with the Thunder Arrow. If it wasn't for his theories of unification of channeled force, the machine wouldn't have been such a success. Well the war was over now...
"Rain, Rain Go away Come again another day, If you Don't I don't care... I'll work again one more day..."
"Excuse me," Mackwell replied in an irritated tone. "Some of us are trying to work."
"Oh, My apologies." The owner of the lovely voice called.
"..." Mackwell stood before the owner of the voice. Standing before the large Stained glass window was a young lady. Mackwell squinted, he knew this girl. She had a pale face, long dark hair and often wore dark clothes. She would often have a cloak and hood over her delicate face.
"I didn't know someone was here." The lady smiled apologetically, "I'm really sorry."
"It's fine," Mackwell sighed, "Just another waste of precious time on my busy schedule."
"Well... Then I double my apologies." The lady replied.
"You're that woman..." Mackwell eyed her suspiciously, "Misty Lear, was it?"
"Yes, that is I." Misty nodded at the sound of her name, "And you are the quiet one are you not?"
"It's Mackwell..." Mackwell replied.
"Yes, yes, that's right." Misty Lear leaned her head on her thin pale hands. "You're also the busiest one, the loner perhaps?"
"I do prefer to work alone, yes." Mackwell replied stiffly.
"Ah, I see..."
Mackwell stared at this woman. She was a fellow Alchemist in the Inventor's Guild. He worked with her previously... He knew much about the Clan in which this woman originated from... the people were very traditional. They loved Alchemy and also viewed it as an art... The best of the Clan would earn the title Misty... But this woman seemed much too young. Mackwell ran his hands over the large gold earrings on his ears.
"What are you doing?" Mackwell asked.
"What do you mean?" Misty asked in response.
"Don't you have work to do?" Mackwell asked Misty.
"No, not really..." Misty replied, "I enjoy staring at the rain."
"Waste of precious time if you ask me." Mackwell sighed.
"Really? I find it relaxing." She answered gazing out at the rain.
Mackwell sighed again, "Those who do not work hard get nowhere. Maybe I'm the only reasonable one who understands this." He took his hands and waved past his ears, "Like they say, Time is money, but to me Time is life."
Misty Lear giggled lowly, "Time is precious, I understand."
Mackwell looked down at his schedule, "Hmph, it seems I wasted even more time."
10:00 A.M - Gather Information in the Library
10:30 A.M- Research Data
11:00 A.M- Reorganize tomarrow's schedule
"Sometimes, it would be nice to just stop time..." Misty Lear replied dreamily, "Just spend it watching the rain fall..."
"Why?" Mackwell asked, he didn't like this woman's carefree attitude... Reminded him of Dr. Elena... That was the whole reason why he left. She was unorganized... totally not on schedule.
"It's impossible to stop time." Mackwell replied, "As impossible as it is for man to stop it from raining. Completely unscientific."
"Hmm?" Misty Lear looked up at Mackwell.
"If you have time to stare at the rain, then you have time to work."
"True, True..." Misty got up, "It seems your right, my dear..."
"Am I?" Mackwell asked.
"Of course," Misty smiled, "There is work to be done, afterall. Thank you..."
"Not a problem," Mackwell sighed sarcastically, "I have all the time in the world!"
"That's the spirit." Misty Lear smiled and walked down the center path of the library. "Sorry for interrupting your busy schedule, dear!"
"Hmm..." Mackwell watched as the young lady walked out of the Library, she waved goodbye and exited through the doors and turned the corner. Mackwell looked up at the Rain that was falling down the surface of the glass... it glittered like small Diamonds... Mackwell often times did work with that woman... but she was still a complete mystery. She was always dreamily staring out at nothing, she never complained and was always quiet.
"That woman... is an enigma..." Mackwell whispered. He opened his book and skimmed through the pages for his schedule. He would often times write out every second of his life, but that was a waste of time too...
"Now that I wasted 10 minutes of my life," Mackwell responded sarcastically, "What's next on my schedule?"
11:30 A.M- Feed the Cats
12:00 Noon- Work at the Workshop
"Not a moment to spare." He sighed as he got up.
Mackwell left the empty library and walked himself back home to feed his beloved cats. He may not enjoy the company of people, but his cats always had the time for him. He smiled as he pet their soft fur. His fingers rubbing their fuzzy ears as they purred in enjoyment. He had 3 Cats and 2 kittens.
But even while he was feeding the cats... he couldn't help but look out the dreary window of his home. The Rain that silently fell down the Window glass were cold... and wet. He watched the small liquid diamonds fall down. His mouth opened as he began to sing. How did it go? Oh yes...
"Rain, Rain go away... come again another day..."
Act II: It's not my fault, Daddy!
"Now, Aqua..." Evia replied, his eyes stern. "You behave yourself today, understood?"
"Yes, Daddy..." Aqua replied unenthusiastically.
"Aqua... honey..." Evia tried to make the most serious face he could, "You know what you did was wrong, right?"
"Yes, Daddy..." Aqua replied again looking to the side.
"You don't go walking around pulling other people's body parts, understand?" Evia asked, "It's just not right..."
"But Daddy! Miss Stanice's wings are fake! I know it!" Aqua complained.
"It's still rude, honey." Evia was worried, "You wouldn't like it if someone went up to you and pulled your hair, would you?"
"No but-!" Aqua tried to reply.
"No 'buts', It doesn't change the fact that it was rude." Evia interrupted, "Now when Miss Stanice comes in for work today, you make sure you apologize. Understand?"
"Yes, Daddy..." Aqua sighed.
"Aqua, look at your father when I'm speaking to you." Evia replied, "You're a good girl."
"Okay, Daddy..." Aqua sighed again.
"So what are you going to do?" Evia asked.
"Apologize to Miss Stanice." Aqua replied dully.
"Good." Evia hugged her daughter, he couldn't take it. Evia burst into tears. "OH, AQUA!"
Evia and Aqua are a father-daughter pair. Evia was tall, skinny and had dark hair. He loved his daughter more than Apris himself! He was happy that he lost his job, so he can spend more time with his beloved daughter, Aqua. This man would jump off a bridge to make his daughter happy! Being angry at his daughter was too hard for this man... Seeing anything bad happen... would break his heart.
Aqua was a young, quick tongued little girl. She had Pale Blonde hair and red eyes that shined like rubies. She was adorable but she disliked her father's overprotective and way too loving nature. Love was nice, but too much was annoying. He nagged alot even though he loved her more than life itself, she just couldn't take it half the time.
"AQUA, OH AQUA!" Evia sobbed, "Why? Why did you do something like this?"
"But Daddy!" Aqua began, "It's not my fault!"
"My beloved Daughter!" Evia hugged his daughter, "Why? Please tell me why?"
"I am trying to tell you why!" Aqua yelled over his father's sobbing.
"Why did you do it? Is it me? Have I raised you wrong? It's my fault isn't it?" Evia sobbed, "Oh how terrible!"
"But Daddy-!" Aqua began again.
"Oh, what Evil have I committed to have earned this dastardly deed!" Evia began to run around in a frantic state. "I've failed as a father! A guardian! I'm the worst father in the world!"
Aqua grinned, this could turn in her favor. She hid her giggles and put up the most adorable, and most innocent face she could make. Her eyes were large and shiny like sparkling rubies and her face looked like a sad puppy's. She knew well... this face could drive her father up the wall. She often used this tactic to squirm her way out of trouble.
"But D-daddy!" Aqua replied with her large watery eyes, "It's not your fault, Daddy..."
"AQUA!" Evia hugged her daughter, "I'm such a terrible father! I raised you terribly and this is my punishment! Forgive your foolish father!"
"Daddy... It's not your fault." Aqua replied putting up her cute act, "It's my fault daddy, I'm sorry. I was just so envious of Miss Stanice's pretty wings, I'm such a bad girl."
"NO AQUA!" Evia sobbed, "It's not your fault!"
"Please Daddy, It was an accident." Aqua continued, "I don't want to get in trouble Daddy, I don't like it when Daddy yells at me. I promise I'll apologize to Miss Stanice right away! Just please don't be mad at me."
"No..." Evia gasped.
"I don't want daddy to hate me..." Aqua sniffed.
"Of course not Honey!" Evia hugged her daughter, a waterfall of tears flowing from his eyes. "It's not your fault, You're such a good girl! Daddy Loves you so much!"
Aqua gave a thumbs up. Easy as Cherry Pie. The Puppy eye routine works everytime and she uses it whenever she's in too much trouble. Aqua was good at manipulating her father... This was easy. Sometimes she loves the fact that her dad's easy to use like this. She remembered the last time she told her Dad that she wanted to be like Welch. Her father, Evia almost got a heart attack from shock.
"Y-your not going to yell at me, are you daddy?" Aqua asked sniffing.
"Of course not! My precious daughter is such a good girl!" Evia replied with a teary smile.
"Thank you, Daddy."
"Why did you pull on Miss Stanice's wings in the first place?" Evia asked his daughter.
"They were really pretty and white." Aqua began, "Kind of soft like a pillow or blanket so I pulled on it accidentally. Alot of the feathers came out."
"Oh, dear!" Evia gasped.
"I'm telling you those wings are fake, daddy!" Aqua began, "She's a con-artist! A scam!"
"Still, It's bad to pull on other people..." Evia began.
"But Daddy! Those wings are so big, I almost got hit by them!" Aqua began.
"Dear, Apris!" Evia gasped, "You're absolutely right! Miss Stanice's wings are innapropriate to wear and fling around so recklessly! Someone might get hurt! My poor daughter my get hurt!"
"See? I told you so, Daddy!"
"I must inform her to safely secure those wings!" Evia jumped up, "If It hit my precious daughter, that wouldn't be good!" Evia zipped away down the streets in search for Stanice. Evia giggled. She skipped her way into the Workshop, with her old man out of the way she can finally make a sigh of relief from his nagging. That man constantly watched where ever she went, he was like an overprotective Mother hen... Aqua walked into the Peterny Workshop. Many familiar inventors were around the place. Aqua sat herself on the table in the corner and began to eat the bowl of fruits that was left behind. She ate all the grapes and oranges. She grabbed for the last apple in the bowl but someone got to it first.
"Excellent, the last apple." The person replied taking the apple away from Aqua's reach.
"Hey, That's my apple!" Aqua snapped.
"I don't see your name on it." The young voice replied.
"Didn't your parents ever tell you never to steal from a lady!" Aqua snapped, "hand it over!"
"Like I said before, I don't see your name on it." The voice replied again.
"You jerk!" Aqua leaned over to see the thief of the apple. The voice was young, the owner of the voice was Mishell! Mishell had light, pale colored hair and large Glasses. He was young, but despite his age, Mishell was a talented writer. In one hand he held a large book and in the other was the bright red apple.
"Give me that Apple!" Aqua snapped, "It's mine!"
"Oh really?" Mishell asked, "But you already ate so much already."
"Why you!" Aqua's face turned red. If anything she got her pale skin from her father.
"Well, it's mine now." Mishell took a bite from the apple.
"You jerk!" Aqua yelled. "No courtesy for a lady what-so-ever!"
"Hmph, where's your dad? Isn't he always with you?" Mishell asked.
"What do you care?" Aqua snapped. "It's none of your business! Are you making fun of me?"
"Just wondering that's all... I mean it's nice you got a loving and supportive dad all the time." Mishell replied. He took off his glasses and rubbed his eyes.
"Well, I don't need my Dad all the time!" Aqua replied defiantly, "I'm a lady."
"Okay..." Mishell replied taking another bite from the apple. Mishell returned to his stack of books, Aqua followed eyeing the apple in his hands. She wanted it so bad... He cracked open a large book and began to read it occasionally taking bites from the apple. He then noticed the girl still eyeing his apple.
"Can't you see I'm reading?" Mishell asked annoyed.
"And Can't you see I'm hungry?" Aqua asked annoyed in return.
"Fine," Mishell sighed as he pulled out the apple towards her, "Only one bite."
"Okay!" Aqua didn't even hesitate she bit the apple and kept on biting. Before they knew it half of it was gone!
"Hey!" Mishell looked down at the half eaten apple, "I said only one bite! Not the whole thing!"
"Yummy..." Aqua replied chewing on the delicious fruit.
"DEAR APRIS, AQUA!" Evia gasped.
On the doorway was Aqua's father, Evia. He had a fear stricken expression plastered on his pale face. His Long dark hair was wet from running through the rain as was his clothes. Behind him was the Half-sleeping Stanice. Evia had his hands over his mouth as he stared at his daughter eating from the hands of another boy! This was unnacceptable! This was impossible! This was Down-right wrong for a father like me! He continued to stare his usually fidgeting arms were now shaking violently.
"My Daughter-! Aqua, honey!" Evia gasped again, "Why? When? What?"
His eyes rolled over in his sockets and the poor man fell on the floor with a loud 'THUD'. All the Inventors rushed up to the unconscious man. He was on the floor, wet, cold and alone.
"Daddy!" Aqua rushed up to her father. He fainted.
"Relax, little girl..." Stanice replied, "He'll be fine, the poor man just fainted."
"Daddy!" Aqua shook her father, the man was dead unconscious. "Wake up Daddy! It's not My Fault, I swear!"
Act III: There is no Time
"Hey, Mackwell..." A voice rang...
"Hmm..." Mackwell didn't respond right away. He was too busy deep in thought. His dark eyes fixed on an empty sheet of paper and a few test tubes that were placed in front of him. Many thoughts were running through his head... Now that the war was over he was still working at the Aquios palace, just not under Dr. Elena... He worked also part-time in the Inventor's Guild for back up money to do research. He worked in the Aquios Workshop where he was stationed...
"Mackwell!" The voice replied again. "Wake up Mr. Mackwell! Earth to Mr. Mackwell!"
"Excuse me?" Mackwell snapped back into focus. His eyes were now fixed on the girl that stood before him. It was a fellow alchemist name Eliza... She looked over at him with a smile. Her blonde hair pig tails shaking happily.
"Good morning Mr. Mackwell!" Eliza smiled.
"What?" Mackwell looked at the clock, "It's 12:30 in the afternoon." He replied rubbing his eyes.
"I know, but you seem so out of it today, Are you okay?" Eliza asked her Upper classman in Alchemy. "Maybe your feeling sick today?"
"No, no..." Mackwell picked up the book, "I'm sorry, just thinking about work that's all..."
"I know! It's all this rain, isn't it?" Eliza nodded, "This rain is making me feel out of it too!"
"Well, Enough about the weather. Is there something you need?" Mackwell asked, he brushed his hands through his silver hair. His other hand was sorting the piles of papers on his desk. The Work shop was bustling with many Inventors. He rarely worked with them but in some occasions he would...
"I was just asking," Eliza smiled, "Could you pass me some of that Hydrochloric acid?"
"Yes, of course." Mackwell picked up the small vial. It had some clear acid in it. "Here, be careful not to burn yourself..." He knew well that Eliza was extremely clumsy...
"Thanks!" Eliza skipped, "Wow, Mr. Mackwell this is the first time you actually worried about me!"
"Hmm?" Mackwell looked up, "Is it?"
"You always seem so alone, Mr. Mackwell... would you like to work with me?" Eliza asked. "I'm still not very good but with your help it would be much more fun."
"I guess it wouldn't be so bad..." Mackwell replied. He picked up his books.
"Really?" Eliza jumped, "What a treat! I'm working with Miss Lear we can work together."
"Miss Lear?" Mackwell replied, "You mean, Misty Lear?"
"Yeah, she said she would help me, now you can too!" Eliza smiled, "It's more fun with friends."
"Ah, I see... well..." Mackwell held his schedule, "I don't have alot of time so..."
"Ok, we're not forcing you to do anything." Eliza nodded.
Mackwell followed the young girl across the Workshop. They reached a table with a few books scattered around, test tube racks, Minerals as well as many Lab Equipment. Sitting on the table was Misty Lear. She smiled at the two that sat around the table. Eliza reached for the miscroscope and added in a few drops on Hydochloric acid into her solution. The Solution began to hiss loudly.
"Well, if it isn't Mr. Mackwell..." Misty Lear smiled, "It's nice to see you again."
"Same..." Mackwell replied. He stared at the small smile that appeared on the young woman's face.
"Miss Lear," Eliza called, "What do I do next?"
"Just add some bile into the solution," Misty Lear replied handing over a jar.
"Ok thank you!" Eliza continued to add more acid and bile to the mix. A green puff cloud appeared. Eliza busily scribbled down her observations.
"She's so adorable... and hard working too." Misty Lear's delicate hand was shaking slightly as she reached for a pen, "Kind of reminds me of my own, daughter..."
"You have a daughter?" Mackwell asked, he put a small pair of glasses on.
"Yes..." Misty Lear's eyes slightly dropped. "Well... atleast I use to... She died recently, you see..."
"..." Mackwell paused, "I see... my apologies then..."
"It's fine." Misty Lear smiled, "I'm over it, being a widow afterall..."
"..." The table was silent except for Eliza who was tediously writing down more observations while adding more chemicals together. She was hardworking for her age... Mackwell could remember when she overheard her talking about wanting to learn runology... She didn't have enough money and she had a brother... Mackwell would probably say that she was a lousy Alchemist, but that would be rude... She was clumsy, maybe... but she was still hardworking and still young. It made Mackwell pretty guilty that he was paid a high sum for his work only to have Cats to feed at home...
"Mr. Mackwell is this alright?" Eliza asked showing the solution to the Silent Alchemist.
"Hmm..." Mackwell stared at the small test tube. "Yes, it's fine..." He gave a small smile, "You just need to add more bile and maybe some more iron..."
"Oh, thank you so much!" Eliza smiled, "I want to be a great alchemist just like you two!"
"I'm sure you'll be a great Alchemist." Lear gave her a supporting pat, "Just work hard and all will be ok."
"Really?" Eliza cheered and was now even more absorbed in her work than ever.
"You said... you were a widow..." Mackwell interrupted the silence. "Did your husband pass away?"
Misty Lear blushed slightly and covered her mouth, "No, we were divorced you see..."
"Hmm... a pity..." Mackwell reached for his schedule.
"Still going by schedule?" Lear asked.
"Yeah..." Mackwell nodded. "Everything in my life must be perfect."
"How much time do you have left?" Misty Lear asked.
He opened the sheet of paper, "It seems I have an hour on my schedule..."
"Still working by the schedule..." Misty Lear asked, "My, how busy..."
"Yes, well..." He ran his fingers through his hair again, "It's not that bad..."
"Ah, I got it!" Eliza jumped up, "Look! See! I did it! My first Homunculus!"
"How wonderful." Misty replied calmly, "See? You do have talent."
"Good job." Mackwell smiled.
"Thanks! Wow, Mr. Mackwell." Eliza smiled, "You look really handsome now that I look at you!"
"What?" Mackwell put his hand over his face, It was reddening slightly "Really?"
The two Ladies nodded. "You should smile more often." Misty Lear added.
Suddenly, Eliza accidentally knocked over a glass vial from excitement. The small clear vial was rolling off the table. Her clumsiness has kicked in at last. Mackwell reacted quickly, the dangerous chemical solution was extremely explosive and highly flammable.
"Look out!" Mackwell grabbed the two ladies away from the table. "That Chemical is highly explosive!"
The two ladies were pushed aside. Mackwell quickly reached into his pocket, the Dropped vial shattered on the floor. Before the chemical combusted Mackwell dropped another vial to counter the explosion. It was a base formula that prevented the Acid to react and combust. Mackwell wiped the sweat off his brow. That was a little too close for comfort.
"Ah! I'm so sorry! Thank you so much, Mr. Mackwell." Eliza apologized but her hand slipped once more and another Vial was rolling off the table. Mackwell quickly caught it.
"This one..." He picked up the glass vial, "Is highly acidic... corrosive enough to melt you skin..."
"Eek!" Eliza gasped. Misty Lear put her hand over Eliza's shoulders.
"It's alright... be more careful next time, ok?" She smiled.
"Uh huh..." Eliza replied clutching the Homunculus in her hand.
"Thanks again, Mr. Mackwell..." Misty Lear smiled at the quiet Alchemist.
"Sure..." He re-organized the papers on the table, "It's no problem..."
They were interrupted by some violent knocking on the door of the Workshop. All the Inventor's stared at the loud banging coming from the door. It was raining loudly and the knocking was interrupting their work! How rude! Eliza, Lear and Mackwell heard the knocking on the door and looked up. The Knocking grew louder and more impatient. A fellow Inventor by the name of Rigel opened the door. But right when she opened the lock the door Slammed open!
"Where is he...?" The mysterious person asked. From the sound of her voice it was a girl. She was covered in water and her eyes were red. "Tell me where he is!" She yelled.
"I beg your pardon?" Rigel asked dazedly. "Who are you looking for?"
Mackwell froze, he recognized that woman... A little too well. She was one of the women who were crazy over him... he always had to carry around Explosive flash potions to scare them off...
"Why My love, Mackwell of course!" The lady sang. "I finally tracked his schedule! He should be here!"
"Mackwell?" Rigel asked. She looked around the room. Mackwell shook his head. "He's right there..."
"Is he now?" The girl fixed her eyes on Mackwell. "OH MACKWELL! MY LOVE, WHY DIDN'T YOU WAIT FOR ME?"
"No..." Mackwell jumped. He reached for his belt for another vial... his pockets on his robe were empty... The Explosive potions he usually used to scare away his rabid suitors were gone. He ran out... zero... kapput... nada... "Oh dear, I ran out of explosives to scare these annoying women away!"
"Mr. Mackwell?" Eliza looked up at the Alchemist, "Who is this scary lady?"
"Yes, who is this lady, Mackwell?" Misty Lear asked with a pleasant and intrigued smile on her face.
"Can't you see I'm busy?" Mackwell asked irritatedly at the woman who was running toward him. Her arms were out stretched ready to hug him.
"Oh, but Dear! I'm the one to be your wife!" the woman asked. She had alot of make-up on and her frilly dress was deffinitely something he would never approve of. "You have no other woman with you, but me!"
"Get back Janice Janine!" Mackwell inched backwards.
"Come here Mackwell honey!" The girl ran up.
Mackwell was beside Misty Lear. She still had her pale face and soft smile. Mackwell began to sweat, this was no time to be picky. He grabbed Misty Lear pulled her head back and grabbed her lips into his own. He was desperate. Everyone froze. Eliza had stars in her eyes, Mackwell closed his eyes as his lips came into contact with Lear's. Lear was flustered... her pale, calm and pretty face was now reddening. Rigel sat down and began to eat some golden curry as she watched. His rabid fangirl was downright shocked, dumbstruck and raving with jealousy at the same time.
"Oh my god, Mr. Mackwell!" Eliza shrieked in excitement, "You and Miss Lear are perfect for each other!"
Hahahaha I just had the urge to write this one! Dedicated to all the Inventors! If you guys like it, I'll continue but for now wasn't this pretty funny? I didn't make up the whole Mackwell Loving Cats thing I actually did research for this Fic! Also Misty Lear was divorced, etc etc. Also It's TRUE! Mackwell does have girls after him and he DOES use Flashy Explosive potions to scare them off! Go check it out yourself in the Star Ocean Dictionary in the game XD. (Though Janice Janine was something I made up.)
Well anyway, Thanks for reading! If I get some good reviews I'll continue the story!
I LOVE MACKWELL! He's SO cool! Mackwell/Lear forever!