Eureka! I got it!
Chapter VII: Time to move together!
Special Bonus Long Chapter! Since I haven't been updating as much recently. Sorry Guys!
Disclaimer: I don't own Mackwell or Misty Lear or Nel or Anyone else in that matter. (heheh... until I rule the world...)
Act I: Misty Lear's Song
(Lyrics are from Nightmare before Christmas, Sally's Song the original song was sung by London after Midnight (I think?)... I love this song.)
I sense there's something in the wind
That feels like tragedy's at hand
Misty Lear gazed out at the window of her cell... She was right. Snow began to drift down slowly but at a heavy pace. The only place snow would fall in the middle of Summer is The Mountain Kingdom... of Airyglyph. It's already been a day, she waits in this frozen prison. Who can she turn to? It seemed unlikely that anyone would search for her here. The frosty Airyglyph wind blew past, she could only shiver from the cold. Her cloak drawn close to her as she gazed out at the white coated City. She didn't have any energy to call for help, even if she did it would die out in the howling of the Wind. She could hear it... the cry of the spirits. They were whispering to her, telling her the terrible fate of those chained here.
And though I'd like to stand by him
Can't shake this feeling that I have
Yet, even in such a dismal place.She
had a small flicker of hope. This torturous place. Two others shared
the same prison. This dungeon was filled with many cells, the women
confined in them were completely lost of all hope consumed by their
fate. Misty Lear couldn't help them, they were far from lost. The shy
Alchemist placed her arms over her legs, she was alone. In such a
despicable place, she kept thinking of the same person. Mackwell...
Why was she even thinking about him in the first place? Misty Lear
shook her head, try as she might the thoughts wouldn't leave her. Her
mind kept remembering... remembering how much she... loved him?
Can she even love anyone again? Her heart was broken so many times...
Yet... Three days ago, Lear and Mackwell were together on that balcony.
It was then... It was at that time she knew... At that moment... she fell in love again.
The worst is just around the bend
And does he notice my feelings for him?
Her Kidnappers... they would just laugh in greed and lust. Women were
nothing but objects and mere possessions. They would constantly remind
their 'precious gems' that they were clean... until tomorrow night.
Trouble was coming soon... And yet in such terror and misfortune why
does she still think of that One man? Just because he showed her
kindness? Is that all it takes? All she knew... was that she loved him.
Loved him more than she could ever love another person. She loved him
more than she can love herself. But the Question still remains... does he love her the same way?
And will he see how much he means to me?
I think it's not to be.
Does He know how I feel? Will he be able to love me in return? Questions plagued her grief stricken mind. It won't be long until she will lose hope too. The Most she could do was cling onto her final hopes and thoughts.She loves him, She misses him. Can't he see? Will he ever know? The Alchemist touched the cold ice that hung low on the window cell. Will we ever see each other again? She already knew the answer... The Spirits in this dismal place answered her question. No... You'll never see him again. You two can't be together; it wasn't meant to be. Somewhere in her mind, she agreed with these spirits. It's not to be... you aren't good enough. So Stop, Just Stop it. It will Hurt less if you Stop everything.
What will become of my dear friend?
Where will his actions lead us then?
What will happen? What will Mackwell do? It was unlikely that her new love felt the same way. Why would he go to such lengths to rescue her? They
are strangers from two different worlds. She was the one who interfered
on his life not the other way around. Misty Lear could feel cold tears
run down her cheeks. But What if she did escape from here... will he
take her in again? And even if her life returned to happiness with
Mackwell... will he truly love her in return? Where will her life go?
What new path will she follow? And where will it lead? So many
questions, so little answers and even more less time. But if he did
love her, she didn't mind following down that path. As long as they
were together side-by-side.
Although I'd like to join the crowd
In their enthusiastic cloud
Mackwell was popular. He attempted to isolate himself from everyone else... yet, even so people are still drawn to him. His Massive crowd of admirers... all his suitors that would go from all lengths to be with him. They fling their ever-growing love at his feet. Mackwell was strong, Or maybe he was afraid? Either way he walks the other path by himself. Misty Lear silently smiled to herself. Those admirer's loved him so much... how can I even compare? People draw to him even when he doesn't want it. Or maybe he does want it but never shows it? She didn't know the answer. He was brilliant with talent galore. In the Workshop he would invent the most spectacular of things and everyone would praise him. She wanted to join everyone in their praise... but she was just so different. Two different worlds, two different people, it can't be changed.
Try as I may, it doesn't last
And will we ever end up together?
It was hopeless... They were too different. It will never last, it will never happen. SO JUST STOP THINKING ABOUT IT! Maybe the only things they have in common is their isolation and their passion for Alchemy... It won't happen. She wasn't the one for him.
No, I think not, it's never to become
For I am not the one
Misty Lear silently stared out at the drifting snow. The Sky was grey, the city white, The jail cell black. Such a familiar feeling to Lear... she was feeling the pain of sorrow and hopelessness. Even if she screamed or cried nobody in that City would hear her. But she could only wonder... could Mackwell hear her? Can he hear her voice even though they are so far away? A Single soldier stood in guard of the cells, he wore a suit of armor and a black helmet. The only thing visible was his eyes. He never spoke, never did any unnecessary actions. All he did was stare blankly, his eyes were now fixed on Misty Lear who sat upon the window sill staring at the hopelessness. Her voice began to echo in the darkness as she quietly sang. Her eyes filled with tears.
"Hear my voice..." Misty Lear whispered, "I miss you so much."
"I sense there's something in the wind
That feels like tragedy's at hand
And though I'd like to stand by him
Can't shake this feeling that I have
The worst is just around the bend
And does he notice my feelings for him?
And will he see how much he means to me?
I think it's not to be
What will become of my dear friend?
Where will his actions lead us then?
Although I'd like to join the crowd
In their enthusiastic cloud
Try as I may, it doesn't last
And will we ever end up together?
No, I think not, it's never to become
For I am not the one"
Fin
Act II: Enter Albel Nox,
Captain of the Black Brigade and Skirt Dresser extroadinaire
Mackwell and Nel stood by the Southern Gates of Arias. This gate led straight to Kirlsa through Aire Hills. It was logical that whoever was kidnapping women would use this path to reach Mining City of Kirlsa. This path was not only the quickest but the safest. It was almost noon... The God of time was unforgiving. Every minute felt like hours and every hour felt like... well we get the picture. Time was moving slow. Kind of like when your almost completed with an experiment... you just have to wait for the finishing touches to perfection. You just have that impatient urge... But Mackwell knew well that waiting was a small price to pay. Self Control was important, afterall.
10 more minutes... Time couldn't move slower. Mackwell knew... the other path would be too treacherous. The Northern Gate led to Wastelands. The Barr mountains and Bequereal mines were overrun by monsters lately. Mackwell impatiently tapped his foot... To hide suspicion he was suited in heavy armor. It was extremely hot inside and smelled of sweat... completely unsanitary. It smelled like Claire's Dad... which doesn't smell very good. Speaking of which, the armor had two purposes. One was to hide his identity from the kidnappers and the other was to protect him from Adray who was probably hunting him down. The armor was smelly, hot and heavy. Not only that, it was many sizes too big. A Crow flew past the Grey City. The smell was increasing steadily...
"What's taking so long?" Mackwell asked impatiently.
"I'm not quite sure." Nel replied. She was very calm but you can tell she was pretty ticked off as well.
"Ugh..." Mackwell could barely move in the armor. He nervously shifted in the large plates. The poor Alchemist almost fell backwards from the weight. He had to lean on the wall for support. This was probably the third time he slipped. Mackwell furiously hit the wall. "Stupid piece of junk!"
"Calm down." Nel replied, "It's almost noon."
"Who's armor is this anyway?" Mackwell asked, "It smells like Sweat and old people."
"Wow, Mackwell... you're pretty good." Nel gave a small smile as she crossed her arms.
"What do you mean?" Mackwell asked. But he didn't need an answer... his eyes widened. No wonder it smelled so...so... familiar. "Disgusting!" Mackwell quickly shoved the helmet off his head, "Are you telling me, I'm wearing that old buffoon's armor?"
"Yep," Nel replied, "That was the only spare we had."
"No wonder it smells like..." Mackwell paused, "Old Sweat."
"It was his old armor... but... Claire and I tried several time to get the smell out." Nel shook her head, "Never prevailed. 10 years... that man sure can leave his mark."
"Remind me to take a shower... 10 showers..." Mackwell replied.
"Hah, even his scent is strong." Nel gave a small giggle.
"A little too strong..." Mackwell coughed. The smell was a killer.
"Are you alright?" Nel asked, "You don't look so well."
"I'm fine..." Mackwell replied.
Suddenly, the Clock struck Noon. The Birds perched near the newly made Clock tower flew away in terror. Most of them were crows who suddenly flew up in a large flock covering the skies like a black cloud. Both Nel and Mackwell looked up in surprise, slowly they stared ahead at the Street. Surely enough, a Wagon slowly approached. Nel quickly shut the gates to Aire Hills as the two waited. The Wagon stopped in front of them, the driver eyeing them. He was a very large man, hairy and he looked very old. He had a few teeth and big gorilla-like arms.
"Halt!" Mackwell attempted to mimic the guards. "Err... We must hold an inspection."
"I was already inspected." The Driver growled.
"No complaints!" Mackwell barked in his deepest soldier voice possible.
"Where are you heading?" Nel asked suspiciously looking at the large barrels that was presumeably filled with Beer and Liquor.
"Airyglyph, o' course." The Driver replied. "Wine Delivery Service."
"That sure is alot of wine." Nel whistled.
"Well we get... err... alot o' customers." The Driver was getting impatient as well as suspicious. Nel quickly tapped the Barrels, it sounded as if a liquid was in it. She ushered Mackwell to the Cargo hold. Mackwell also concluded that the Barrels must be filled with liquids...
"So what kind of Wine is this?" Nel asked.
"The regular old brandy." The Driver replied nervously, "Can we hurry it up? I'm in a rush."
"Just a minute." Nel called. Mackwell quickly searched the back there was nothing but hay and Barrels. The back sure smelled as if there were horses or animals in here once. His eyes scanned the Large barrels, it was true. Women could fit in them... but... Suddenly something caught his attention on the corner of his eye. It was a piece of black velvet and silk, it was torn from being caught on a stray nail. He quickly grabbed it and jumped out of the wagon.
"All clear!" Mackwell called.
"'Bout time," The Driver muttered. He cracked the whip and the Horses pulled the Wagon through the gates. Mackwell and Nel watched as the Wagon left Waterfront city, Arias. The small piece of cloth was clenched tightly in his hand. Surely enough it was hers... He recognized the embroidery decorated around it. Misty Lear was deffinitely in there at one point.
"What are you doing?" Nel hissed, "You're letting them go? Why?"
"Because," Mackwell whispered pulling the armor off, "I already found what I'm looking for."
"Is it the right one?" Nel asked.
"Yes," He held out the small piece of Velvet and Silk. "Misty Lear left us a parting gift."
"Then why didn't we just move now?" Nel asked calmly, "We could've attacked right there."
Mackwell shook his head, "Even if we did, we wouldn't find their lair... We found our proof now we're going to tail them." Mackwell brushed the dust off his cloak, "It's being drawn by a single horse it shouldn't be so hard. Well... that's my plan. If you have another idea then by all means..."
"No, this one sounds alright." Nel replied. "Stealth is always the first rule in Spy work..."
"Then, shall we?"
Nel and Mackwell quickly and quietly tailed the Wagon through the Aire hills. The Terrain was rocky and hiding wasn't very hard. They hid behind rocky ledges as well as bush clusters. In a few moments the Wagon would reach Kirlsa and beyond that would be Airyglyph. They watched as the Barrels began to jump around in the Wagon, the driver was rather careless... And Even in a slow pace, the foolish old man was in a rush. Either that, or he can't drive...
The Wagon slowed to a stop in front of the Kirlsa Gates. Several Storm Brigade Soldiers and Black Brigade Soldiers were stationed here. Mackwell could only hope they don't stop the wagon... The Soldiers peered at the barrels and ushered the wagon through the gates. Both Nel and Mackwell sighed in relief, they passed through the gates of Kirlsa and entered the Mining City... Their moments of relief was shortly interrupted.
"DOUBLE SLASH!"
It didn't take a genius to know who owned that skill... Albel Nox, Captain of the Black Brigade quickly cut the Wagon into a pile of splinters. His crimson eyes flashed dangerously, angered and annoyed.
"Albel!" Nel was alarmed.
"Worm." Albel kicked the Driver, "So you're the one causing all this annoying trouble..."
"W-what are you doing?" The Driver asked.
"Heh, Fool! It doesn't take a genius." Albel spat, he drew his katana the long blade inches away from the Driver's face. "Causing me so much trouble to hunt maggots like you, the penalty is death."
"I don't know what you're talking about!" The Driver whined, "Please! Spare me!"
"Don't play stupid!" Albel struck the blade millimeters away from the man's leg. "We know you're hiding women in those wine barrels, who do you think you're fooling?"
"..." The man was quiet, stricken with fear.
"Pathetic worm," Albel hissed dangerously, "Insects such as you disgust me. I hope you have a last wish." He waited for a few seconds and then swung the blade down,"Time's up!"
"ALBEL NOX!" Nel yelled, her hands glowed as she chanted a few rune spells. "Ice needles!"
"Zelpher?" Albel quickly dodged the ice needles and swatted them away with his clawed hand. The Long pieces of ice embedded in his metal arm. "What the heck are you doing here?"
"That's my question to you!" Nel snapped irritatedly.
"This is my post! Why wouldn't I be here, fool?" Albel snapped back.
"Oooh..." The soldiers winced. Albel Nox 1, Nel Zelpher 0.
"Who's a fool?" Nel asked her face red with anger, "You just ruined our perfect plan! Why the heck did you interfere?"
"That's my Question!" Albel snapped.
"You gave me this mission, idiot! Or have you forgotten?" Nel asked.
"Ooooooh..." The Soldiers watched in surprise. Albel 1, Nel 1.
"Well, if you didn't take so goddamn long I wouldn't be doing this, FOOL!" Albel yelled back.
"Ahhhh... Albel Nox, 2... Crimson Blade, 1."
"Excuse me? Who was the one who was too Lazy to do this, huh?" Nel asked. "If I remember correctly it was you!"
"Ooooohh... Tied."
"Hah, I only wanted to do the interesting stuff." Albel sneered, "Thanks for doing the paper work for me, Zelpher. You're actually good at something for once."
"WHY YOU-!" Nel drew her daggers from their holsters.
The Two Elicoorians continued to argue back and forth, their neverending squabble. The Black brigade Soldiers attempted to hold back their Captain from slicing Nel into ribbons, whereas the Storm Brigade Soldiers held back the Furious Aquarian from burning a hole through Albel's head. Everyone was so busy watching the two argue... it was interesting. Some soldiers found it amusing for someone like Nel Zelpher to snap at Albel Nox, their superior. This was the perfect chance for the Driver to sneak away, and this exactly what he tried to do. No one really noticed that is... except Mackwell. When the man attempted to run away Mackwell stepped on the Man's Cloak causing him to trip over on his own two feet.
"Going somewhere?" Mackwell asked with a sly grin on his face.
"Outta my way Runt!" The driver growled.
"You took something that was mine." Mackwell replied coolly, "I'm just repaying the favor."
"Really?" The Driver snickered, "What're you going to do, little man? It's just me and you."
The Man pulled out a long knife and lunged forward at Mackwell. The Alchemist quickly dodged aside, he drew a vial from his cloak. The Man cursed as he bumped into a lamp post, quickly he got back up and jumped at Mackwell again. Mackwell once again moved aside and tossed the vial at the man's face. A large cloud of Yellow smoke erupted from the vial.
"AGH!" The Driver cursed. "What the F-ck is this? I can't move!"
"You wouldn't want to." Mackwell sighed, "That's my special Stun solution, It won't allow you to move for maybe... give or take 6 hours."
"You little F-cker!" The Driver cursed at Mackwell, "I can't see Shit!"
"That was a little extra I added in." Mackwell replied with a small grin, "I wouldn't move if I were you."
Mackwell grabbed The Man's collar and dragged him back towards the arguing Nel and Albel.
"You idiot!" Nel yelled, "We were going to Tail him back his little lair! Jeez why are you men so violent! Ever thought of using your brain for once, Nox?"
"Atleast I have one, Zelpher!" Albel snapped.
"Well gee," Nel scoffed, "You never seem to use it!"
"Well Zelpher, you can just forget about that Bet!" Albel yelled.
"Fine, I don't give a damn! I can't even stand you!" Nel yelled back.
"...and right now I can't stand your arguing." Mackwell interrupted. He tossed the driver in between the two Elicoorians. "You two fight like a married couple..." Mackwell asked impatiently, "Can we focus on the situation at hand, now?"
"Me? Married to him?" Nel pointed at Albel, "No way in APRIS will I ever think of liking this... this..."
"This...?" Mackwell asked.
"Crossdressing FREAK!" Nel huffed. Ouch... all the Soldiers gasped. They too, didn't know the reason why their superior wore a... well... a skirt I suppose. But Never, And I mean NEVER insult Albel's... uhh... skirt. That was like beyond a death wish. Albel's face reddened with anger and he drew his blade at Nel. Hissing venomously like a snake, The Soldiers all inched backwards from their angy Superior.
"CROSSDRESSER?" Albel exploded. "WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU SAYING, WOMAN?"
"Hmph, can't help that you wear a skirt, Albel Nox." Nel replied coolly. Emphasis on his name, "It can't be helped I suppose, maybe they didn't have woman sized armor for you."
"YOU WORM!" Albel was about to cut Nel into mince meat but All the soldiers jumped on top of him to hold him back. Cursing, huffing and yelling, Albel couldn't get the pile of soldiers off of him. "GET OFF OF ME YOU MAGGOTS! I'M GOING TO DECAPITATE THAT WOMAN!"
"We can't, sir!" One of the soldiers replied nervously, "If you harm Lady Nel we might start another war."
"I DON'T CARE! I'LL KILL HER!" Albel began to curse some more. "DON'T MAKE ME KILL YOU WORMS, TOO!"
"You have to admit," The Soldier smiled nervously, "We still wonder why you wear a skirt too, sir."
"WHAT?" Albel roared.
"Let alone, Count Woltar would have our heads for this!" One of the other soldiers replied.
"Doesn't change the fact..." Mackwell began, "That you two still fight like a married couple."
"WE'RE NOT MARRIED!" Nel and Albel yelled in unison.
"Why in all blazes would I marry this... this..." Albel paused to think.
"This...?" Mackwell asked. He was listening keenly while opening a barrel of wine that was hidden in the wagon. Surely enough, there were women in these barrels. They were unconscious at the moment... The Barrels were three-quarters filled with wine, strange... It was probably to avoid tracking dogs from catching their scent.
"This...?" Nel asked impatiently, "Well, what do have to say to me, Crossdresser? I'm listening Nox, spit it out!"
"Skirt flasher..." Albel mumbled looking away.
"WHAT?" Nel asked her daggers inches away from Albel's head. "SAY THAT AGAIN?"
"Skirt flasher!" Albel countered, "Want me to spell it out for you, worm? S-K-I-R-T F-L-A-S-H-!"
"I'll GUT you, NOX!" Nel was about to jump at Albel but Mackwell held her back. The Aquarian began to flail around dangerously in anger.
"Calm down, Miss Zelpher!" Mackwell replied holding her back attempting to dodge the blows aimed for him as well.
"SKIRT FLASHER? HOW DARE YOU!" Nel hissed.
"Hmph," Albel had a sly grin on his face, "Atleast I have some modesty. Didn't know you Aquarians were like that..."
"Want me to rip out your spine, Nox?" Nel asked dangerously.
"Hmph," Albel shrugged, "Not like I'm complaining... I like the view from down here." Albel snickered. Nel's face turned bright red as she pulled her skirt down. In her other hand was a sharp dagger aimed right at Albel Nox.
"You can bet that will be the last sight you see!" Nel threatened.
"Atleast mine covers something, unlike yours." Albel replied.
"LADY NEL Calm down!" Mackwell once again had to restrain the angry Aquarian.
"LET ME GO MACKWELL! I'LL KILL HIM!" Nel roared.
"Is this one of your finer catches?" Albel sneered, "You better hold on to her good, boy. She's a violent maggot."
"Atleast I'm not GENDER-confused!" Nel snapped.
"ENOUGH!" Mackwell tossed a Stun bomb in between the two quarreling warriors. A Giant puff of red smoke erupted from the tiny vial. Albel Nox and Nel Zelpher began to cough as the smoke entered their lungs. It tasted and smelled kind of like Peppers and onions... either way, both of them found themselves stunned and unable to move. "We have a situation at hand here!" Mackwell was now irritated, "Lady Nel, please refrain from killing Sir Nox. And Sir Nox, you are to assist us on this investigation from now on!"
"What? Why the heck do I have to hang out with Maggots like you?" Albel snapped.
"He'll just Hinder us, Mackwell!" Nel complained.
"You caused us to lose our lead, Sir Nox. So from now on, you will be assisting us." Mackwell replied. "No exceptions, No excuses and No complaining."
"But-!" They both began.
"Not another word!" Mackwell ordered. "You can have your little lover's quarrel AFTER the mission."
"WE'RE NOT LOVERS!" They both shouted.
The Soldiers watched in horror as the Alchemist dragged their superior, Sir Nox, lady Nel and the Kidnapper. That man was scary... The Soldiers were then ordered to check the barrels and save the women... Both Nel and Albel glared at one another dangerously... If it wasn't for Mackwell they would have fought to the death!
"Worm..." Albel spat.
"Crossdressing, sorry excuse for a man..." Nel spat back.
"If it wasn't for this maggot..." Albel began.
"If it wasn't for Mackwell..." Nel began.
"YOU WOULD BE DEAD!" The both yelled.
"Well, Zelpher it looks like we agree on something for once." Albel replied coolly.
"Shut up, Nox." Nel insulted.
"I said be quiet back there!" Mackwell replied, "Didn't I say you can have your little lover's quarrel LATER?"
"WE'RE NOT LOVERS!" They both yelled.
"Right..." The Driver replied sarcastically.
"YOU SHUT UP!" They both snapped at the Driver.
Act III: Not a moment to spare
"I think its a splendid idea!" Woltar replied with a smile.
"What did you say, old man?" Albel yelled, "You can't be serious!"
"Well, Albel..." Woltar walked over to the window of his room, "I think this would be a perfect oppurtunity."
"Rotten Old man, You're actually sending me to help these fools?" Albel was shocked. "Oppurtunity my foot!"
"It was your mission, Albel." Woltar replied, "If I remember correctly I gave you that mission personally. Also, they proved themselves quite well in battle... why not assist them? You did mess up their investigation..."
"So your saying it's MY FAULT?" Albel asked.
"Yes." Woltar replied bluntly.
"Ugh... fine! Fine I'll do it!" Albel snapped.
Albel slammed his clawed fist on Woltar's desk. Count Woltar, the master of Kirlsa as well as the Storm Brigade was well respected by Aquarian and Airyglyphian's alike. Also, what made him even more well-respected was that he can control the Wild and Vicious Albel Nox like a father. Well... it wasn't Albel's fault he had to listen to an old man but the old guy did raise him side-by-side with his father... You gotta give the old man that credit. And since he failed the Ascension of Flames ceremony, Woltar persuaded King Arzei to make him Captain of the Black Brigade. Albel wasn't thrilled by the idea of helping Nel... but it seemed he had no choice.
"So will you comply, Albel?" Woltar asked.
"Yeah..." Albel replied. "Rotten old man... throwing me to the dogs like always."
"Now, now Albel." Woltar smiled, "I'm sure you'll have fun."
"Hmph, fine." Albel got up and made his way to the door. "But just this once!"
The Door slammed shut behind the furious Swordsman. Count Woltar gave a small sigh. That Albel... his pride might rip him to shreds one day. Woltar gave a small chuckle as he dabbed his feather pen in a bottle of ink and began to scribble on some pages of parchment. So much work, so little time... Woltar gazed at the papers. Bills...
"Medical bills for the soldiers..." Woltar muttered. "So he hurt them again today? My, my..."
10,000 Fol
"Damage on Public Property..." Woltar put on some reading glasses.
100,000 Fol
"This week's Rations and Military income for my soldiers..."
1,000,000 Fol
Woltar gave a small smile, as he wrote himself another note. "Pissing Off Albel again today... Priceless..."
Psycho dog: For everything else, there's master card!
(Crowd Boo's) DOWN IN FRONT!
Psycho dog: (cries) "Oh, the cruelty!"
(Scene Change...)
Mackwell, Albel and Nel were seated around the dining table in Woltar's manor. Everyone was silent... not a word was said. A tray of tea and biscuits were placed in front of them by one of the House maids. Nel's arms were crossed, her eyes closed... she didn't want to open them because if she did, she'd be looking at that eye-sore, Albel Nox. Albel was scratching his blade with his claws, it was boring and he had nothing better to do. Mackwell was ignoring the irritating scratching from the blade. He was busy reading the Peterny Newsletters for more leads. No one said a word...
... Not a word...
...Nothing was said...
Screeee... went Albel's claw over the blade.
...Nothing...
Screeeeee...
Nope...
Screeeeeeee...
...Nel gave a cough...
Screeeeeeee... The sharp sound of steel...
Mackwell reached over for his cup of tea and took a sip...
...Screeeeeeee...
Mackwell turned the page of the newspaper...
Screeeeeeeeeek...
Nel shifted uncomfortabley...
Screeeeeeeeeeeek...
"Quit it, Nox." Nel replied irritated.
"Make me," Albel replied back. He had a small smile, he loved to annoy others. Zelpher was a bonus.
"Oh, grow up..." Nel snapped. "Just looking at you gives me a headache!"
"Hmph, well your not much of a looker yourself." Albel snapped back.
"Hey Nox, do you like your tongue?"
"What do you mean?" Albel asked.
"Just wondering..." Nel replied giving a sneaky grin, "Just wondering if I should put a knife through it."
"Will you two stop it?" Mackwell took another sip of the tea. "I don't like this as much as the next guy, but we have to work together..."
"Who the heck are you, anyway?" Albel asked.
"Mackwell..." Mackwell replied, his eyes continuing to skim the pages of the Newspaper.
"He's from the inventor's guild." Nel answered.
"I know, woman! I'm not a fool!" Albel snapped dangerously.
"Really?" Nel asked, "Sorry, Nox I haven't noticed."
"Silence!" Mackwell shut the two up immediately by pulling out another vial from his cloak.
There was a more pause of silence as the time ticked by. They were running out of time and yet, here they are... The clock struck 5:00 P.M. Mackwell gave a small sigh as he turned the pages again, Albel impatiently was tapping his fingers on his blade as well as reaching over for another biscuit. Nel silently waited.
"I got it!" Mackwell caused both Warriors to immediately jump in surprise.
"You found something?" Nel asked.
"Get on with it, Worm!" Albel replied.
"That ticket we found on the driver... it seems its for a bar that's opening tomorrow night." Mackwell replied.
"Huh? How'd you figure that?" Albel asked, "There's so many bars in Airyglyph... what's so special about this one?"
"I was getting to that." Mackwell displayed the small add, "First, its their grand opening tomorrow and second, the small mascot is identical... Since only nobles and a few members are attending I'm guessing its a 100 percent, top secret..."
"A whore house?" Albel asked.
"Precisely..." Mackwell nervously shifted his cloak by the words.
"Hmph, that would explain the wine cargo... and the kidnappings... We probably have to infiltrate from the inside..." Nel suggested.
"So where do we get tickets?" Albel asked.
"That, I don't know... and from what I know it's probably expensive..." Mackwell replied, "Not that, it's a problem or anything but it might be rowdy there..."
"We only have one ticket..." Nel replied. The three stared down at the small ticket on the table.
"Let's just beat up whoever has one and take them." Albel replied, "It's not that hard, you know."
"Well, we'll worry about that later." Mackwell tucked the ticket into his cloak, "We have to get to Airyglyph As soon as possible."
"Well? What are we waiting for?" Albel quickly grabbed for his blade and was about to storm down the stairs of Woltar's manor. Before he could even take another step down the stairs they were interrupted.
"Sorry to Intrude," Woltar appeared out of his study, "My, my, you young ones seem busy."
"What do you want, Old man?" Albel asked.
"Oh, I couldn't help but overhear..."
"Eavesdropping again old man?" Albel snapped.
"I just wanted to say, there's a blizzard in Airyglyph at the moment... maybe you would like to go tomorrow?"
The three were silent... Albel hates the cold, he wasn't too pleased to walk around in the middle of a Snow Storm. Nel too didn't like the idea but... Mackwell knew well, Snow Storm or not, he had to go. The grand Opening was tomorrow night and he didn't have a moment to spare.
"I care not..." Mackwell got up. "I'm sorry but I'm going."
"Are you mad?" Albel asked, "Are you asking to freeze to death, worm? Of course that would be good news for me, but do you not know how cold Airyglyph is, fool?"
Mackwell shook his head, "I can handle it."
"No you can't." Nel got up, "I know your body isn't very strong, Mackwell... you can't do this." Her eyes were filled with concern... Mackwell only pulled away. Her eyes were filled with concern... it reminded him of when Misty Lear told him she was concerned with him too... she cried that night. Mackwell knew, concern or not, he had to go. His body may not be strong but his will is, that's all he needed.
"Hmph," Albel walked over to Woltar, "Get me my Snow Coat, Old man."
"Oh?" Woltar asked.
"Well? what are you waiting for, Old man? Or do you want me to freeze to death?"
"I thought you hated the cold." Woltar chuckled, pulling out a large black snow coat.
"I do." Albel scowled, "What kind of Fool builds a kingdom on top of a God forsaken mountain... Blasphemous bastards... Mountains are freakin' cold... grr..."
"We're coming with you." Nel gave a small smile, "if you don't mind..."
Mackwell smiled, "Right..."
Woltar handed Mackwell and Nel a warm Snow coat each. One was red and the other Grey, the Coats were thick and heavy made of Black Silk and Animal furs. Woltar was prepared... afterall he takes weekly visits for Arzei's counciling. And Like Albel said, It was extremely cold in Airyglyph... Blizzard or not.
"Have fun, children. I do hope you return for some tea soon."
Act IV: Out of the blizzard and into the... Cat house?
Mackwell, Nel and Albel silently trudged along the Traum mountains. It was freezing cold, Albel couldn't help but yell curses in the Windy Mountain trails. Their face was white from the cold winds but they trudged on their way. They could have gone by Wagon but the trail was covered in treacherous ice and snow... Therefore the three had to walk. Due to strong winds, the travel took twice as long... Nel could barely cast a single firebolt in the Strong Winds. The only thing that could keep them warm was the coats, the intense fighting and some strange heated chemical that Mackwell brought along with him. What applied to skin it would cause a heating sensation... and it wasn't acidic...
The Monsters have been more violent and more territorial since the blizzard hit. They quickly had to dispatch them out of the way... After what seemed like hours of walking Albel, Nel and Mackwell were so happy to see the Bridge that lead to the Capital City of Airyglyph. The quickly crossed it and rushed into the city, their first stop was the inn.
"Ah, sorry." The innkeeper bowed apologetically. "We're all booked tonight, no spare rooms available."
"What did you say, girl?" Albel hissed. "I'm freezing my braids off in that goddamn blizzard and you won't give us a room?"
"You see, ever since the blizzard we've received many reservations."
"RESERVATIONS?" Albel was terrorizing around the room, "Who the heck is visiting AIRYGLYPH in the middle of a BLIZZARD? I should just kill them and Steal their Reservations for myself! Blundering fools!"
"Calm down, Albel." Nel replied patting the swordsman in the head, "We can go get a room at the Palace or something..."
"Arzei better have room! Or else I'll annoy the daylights out of him!" Albel huffed. "Who the heck is staying?"
"Oh, I don't know... some wealthy nobles I suppose." The innkeeper replied.
"Nobles?" The three quickly hustled to the fireplace.
"Tomorrow's the night..." Mackwell replied, "So we're finally here..."
"Let's just kill the maggots and steal their tickets and reservations." Albel suggested, "We're going to kill them anyway, right?"
"Then they'll find out about us!" Mackwell whispered, "Let's just lie low or something..."
"Lie low, better not be to lie in the snow." Albel muttered, "You two can do that, but I'm getting a room to sleep in!"
"Well maybe we can persuade the innkeeper-!" But before Mackwell could finish his sentence, Albel stormed to the Counter. He slammed his clawed fist on the table making both the counter and the innkeeper jump in surprise. Mackwell and Nel both sighed...
"Look, girl..." Albel clenched his clawed fist over a sack of fol, "I, Albel Nox demand a room! Now screw the damn reservations and give me a room!"
"B-but sir-!" The girl began.
"I don't care about your excuses, maggot. I just stormed through a blizzard to get here now get me a room!"
"Sir, we already have reservations! you can't just-!"
"Relax..."
Everyone's attention turned to the guests that just arrived in the inn. One was a large muscular man, the other a lean and timid gentlement. The Snow blew in the room and caused a frigid chill enter the area. Albel only stared at the two.
"Still bitter as always, Albel Nox." Gusto put a bear like arm around Albel's neck. "SMILE, Albel!"
"Get off me you, big Lummox!" Albel struggled in Gusto's grip.
"SMILE ALBEL!" Gusto gave a toothy grin, "CHEESE!"
"I don't like Cheese, you buffoon!"
"Aww, Albel! You know that's why you aren't big or muscular! Lack of Protein!" Gusto laughed swinging Albel around in his grip. "You'll be a thin noodle all your life!"
Albel bit Gusto's arm. Gusto jumped in surprise.
"Ouch! He bit me!" He pushed his arm to Nel, "Does this look infected to you?"
"No..." Nel pushed the large muscular arm down, "Gusto, you remember Albel?"
"Of course!" Gusto laughed, "Why would I ever forget about my old Smithing buddy? Me, Lias, Albel and that Cliff... we sure are something."
"Ugh..." Albel moaned, "I wish I could forget the bigger Maggot..."
"Lias... what are you doing here?" Mackwell asked the quiet Smith. Lias simply smiled and bowed at Nel and Mackwell.
"We made reservations, you see..." Lias replied.
"Lucky..." Nel crossed her arms, "We have to head to the palace to get a room."
"What? Really?" Gusto gave Albel another bear like hug, "Don't go to all the trouble! Bunk with us for the Night! Just Think, Albel and I are having a SLEEP OVER! It's kind of like Camping! Except with alot of snow... and lack of beds..."
"You'll let us stay?" Nel asked, "Really?"
"Of course," Lias replied. His voice was barely a whisper and his face was paler than usual.
"The more the merrier, I always say." Gusto gave a grin.
"Ugh forget it, I'd rather sleep outside than with this maggot..." Albel headed for the door.
"But Albel I thought you wanted to sleep in a bed? What's with the sudden change of heart?" Nel asked.
"Sleeping out in the cold is better than sleeping in the same room with this fool." Albel huffed. "The guy snores like a monster."
"Do you have room?" Nel asked.
"We rented two rooms." Gusto replied with a smile. "We have plenty of room."
"Looks like we're staying..." Mackwell bowed to Lias, "Thanks for the invitation."
"N-not a problem..." Lias replied with a gentle smile.
The Five of them headed upstairs to their rooms. The Well furnished rooms were quite cozy as Gusto set up the rooms. Lias, Gusto and Albel were to sleep in one room. To Albel's dismay, he tried to run away but Gusto gripped him quite tightly. Something about, "Smithing Talk" and Roasting Marshmellows and temptering steel around the fire... Mackwell and Nel shared the room next door. There was much yelling from Albel in the room next door, they heard some breaking of furniture as Albel chased Gusto around the room with his sword.
"They seem to be having fun." Mackwell muttered taking out some clean clothes from his bag. He heard some crashing in the room as Albel smacked Gusto with a chair.
"Yeah," Nel responded. "Are you feeling ok?" Nel asked.
"Yes, why do you ask?" Mackwell asked.
"Just wondering... you still look ill..." Nel replied.
"Nothing some tea can't cure..." Mackwell answered, "I'm fine, don't worry so much."
"I can't help but worry." Nel shook her head, "Well I'll go get you some tea then..."
"Thank you." Mackwell replied. Nel nodded and exited the room. Mackwell stared outside the snow covered window. He whiped the Fog from the glass and peered outside... the blizzard wasn't as harsh. He could see glimpse of the night sky, above. He was so close... so very close to finding Misty Lear. Yet, he couldn't help feel something bad would happen. And what was this feeling in his head? Everytime he thought about her his face would turn slightly red and he would get a slight head ache. He shook his head and laid his head down on the bed. It was soft and warm, kind of like his cats at home. Mackwell buried his face into the soft feather pillows and drifted into a weary sleep.
Next Scene>
Setting: Gusto's room, Airyglyph Inn
"So that's what happened!" Gusto pat Mackwell on the back. "S'ok Mackwell, you'll get her back."
"Well... thank you." Mackwell replied. "But it seems your in a deep predicament yourself."
"Well, I guess so." Gusto shrugged. "Come on, Lias! Cheer up we'll find em' both."
"But it was my fault..." Lias mumbled wearily. His calm, sad face was grief stricken. He looked jumpy and pale...
It seemed Gusto, Lias and Stanice were unexpectedly transferred to Airyglyph. Unaware of the Blizzard, Miss Stanice accidentally was blown away by the Strong Airyglyphian winds. Lias accidentally let go of her hand and she went flying well, she could fly but... Flown with the wind... being light as a feather must be kind of scary. It was a funny thought for Mackwell... he could just imagine her being blown away with the same carefree smile. Yep, smile while you are blown away with the wind... Strange thought indeed... Anyway she too, was kidnapped. How did they know? A soldier happened to have spotted her with a group of strange men a while ago... In this flurry of snow outside it was impossible to find her now.
So here we are now. Gusto, Mackwell, Lias, Nel and Albel were sitting in Gusto's room pondering on a plan. One ticket... 4 men and a girl...
"How about we-!" Albel began.
"No Albel, we are not going to storm in the room and kill everyone." Nel snapped.
"Then maybe we should-!" Albel began again.
"We are not going to mug some guy for his tickets..." Mackwell interrupted.
"WILL YOU MAGGOTS STOP THAT!" Albel yelled, "I have a right to speak, worms!"
"We need to infiltrate a..." Mackwell paused for the right word.
"Whore house." Albel finished for him.
"Err... yes... So what is a possible plan? We can't go in alone, right?" Mackwell began to think. "Surrounded by drunkards... quite a dangerous predicament..."
Lias gave a small sigh.
"I have a perfect plan!" Gusto jumped, "And It will involve all of us!"
"Do tell." Mackwell insisted. All of them huddled together as Gusto whispered the plan to them. After many seconds of hushed whispering, everyone's face began to pale. The idea... the idea...
"WE'RE GOING TO DO WHAT!" Albel yelled.
"Come on! It's the only plan we got! Besides if we play our cards right we'll all be able to get in!" Gusto snapped his fingers, "Full proof plan."
"NO WAY!" Albel was about to storm out of the room, "NOT IN ALL HELL WILL I DO THIS!"
"I don't like the idea much either..." Nel sighed, "But it's the only possible chance..."
"Are you Mad, Zelpher?" Albel began to curse and swear under his breath. "I'd rather eat Maggot waste!"
"Well..." Gusto turned to Mackwell, "Let's let Mackwell decide."
"Alchemist!" Albel hissed, "Where's your dignity as a man? This plan is ridiculous! Say no, fool!"
"We'll do it." Mackwell said almost immediately.
"Really?" Nel and Albel leaned forward. "Are you serious?"
"Yes, it is our only plan and we'll take it." Mackwell gave a nervous smile, "How bad can it be?"
"Excellent!" Gusto jumped from his seat and headed for the door, "I'll be getting prepared, all you kids stay in here."
Before anyone could argue the door was slammed shut. Everyone was silent... Albel stared venomously at Mackwell. They stayed in this position in what seemed to be an hour. Nel was deep in thought, Mackwell hoped he didn't dig too deep a grave, Albel was obviously pissed off and Lias was still as pale as a ghost. They waited silently as the wind whistled by. The Clock below struck 8:00 p.m. Mackwell looked up at the night sky, the clouds still hung low in the sky as snow continued to drift down. Snow... in the middle of Summer... The two Countries were on opposite hemispheres but it struck Mackwell as pretty odd. Suddenly, the door swung open and Gusto appeared with a load of packages!
"Gather around Ladies and Gents!" Gusto handed each of them a package.
"What is this?" Albel asked holding up the black box in his hand.
"Yer Christmas Present, nah I'm just foolin' its our disguises!" Gusto laughed. "Hurry up and Open em!"
"Err...Gusto..." Lias began.
"I picked the perfect ones for each of ya! Come on!"
Each of them wordlessly opened their packages... In less than a minute everyone in the room was petrified... or downright stunned.
"Gusto... you maggot." Albel was a mixture of horror and anger. "NO WHERE IN THIS WORLD OR THE NEXT I'M GOING TO WEAR THIS!"
"Aww, come on! It matches you perfectly!" Gusto laughed.
"What the hell is this?" Nel asked.
"Well, since your the only girl I had to get you some special." Gusto replied.
Lias and Mackwell were just speechless... it was kind of like a Cosplay Cafe. Mackwell had what looked like a maid's outfit... thank god it was a long skirt but he only peered at it confused. It was black with a white apron and pink frills... There was also tiny ribbons to match. Mackwell's eyes twitched... he was a man who liked Red and gold especially on his cloak and robes. Red meant honor... gold represented pride... Yet... pink was deffinitely not one of his favorite colors. Let alone the fact that he wasn't very fond of frills and laces.
Lias had before him what seemed to be a priestess outfit... It wasn't very revealing but it too was matched with Pink frills. The Black and White Skirt really wasn't very different from his own Robes. Yet, it was still quite disturbing... Especially the matching lingerie... Lias' face was now super pale, as if the blood was drained from his face.
Albel had a typical velvet dress. Or that's what he wished it was. What he had before him was what a Gothic Lolita doll would wear. It was a long black gown with frills and Laces all over, it wasn't like Mackwell's or Lias'... Oh no... It was COVERED in Laces and Ribbons. Luckily it was quite long... He even had a frilly headress to match! Mmm... Gotta love the black ribbons and all. he also got stockings as well, spider web patterned. Nel would laugh at Albel but she too was horrified at her own package. A kitty costume... actually costume was an understatement. It was barely even clothes. There was a kitty head band with a striped short skirt... and a matching tail. Looks like Halloween came early this year.
Everyone looked up at Gusto... The Muscular man gave a smile.
"Well? What do you guys think? Isn't it great?"
XD ALBEL? In a gothic Lolita Dress?
Sick... ( I say this whenever I like something... replaces the word "cool" I suppose)
Hahaha anyway sorry for Taking so long. I hope this super long chapter made up for it. If Not... well SORRY.
Happy Late Halloween! And I LOVE SALLY'S SONG...
Scratch that I love every Song in Nightmare before X-mas! Jack Skellington is so sexy XD.