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A school bus had rode down the streets of Belcazzar City. On it was a bunch of children in their early teens who were heading home after a day of school. Said children were talking to each other about various stuff

"Have you heard about the new stickers that they were selling?"

"Do I? They are all the rage right now!"

"I had gotten ten of them!"

"Heh. Kids' stuff! I have FIFTY of them so I win!"

"What are you, ten?"

The kids had continued to speak with each other about the stickers and the different types they were. However, one of the kids looked out the window. His eyes then widened when he saw something amazing.

"Hey, look!"

The group that the child was with turned their heads towards the direction he was looking at. Soon, most of the kids turned their heads to see a fancy black limo riding in front of them.

"It's a limo!" The child said excitedly. "A limo is actually riding besides us!"

"Yeah, it is."

"Pretty cool."

The child blinked twice in disbelief before turning his head towards the rest of the kids who didn't seemed that surprised in the slightest.

"Um, am I the only one who thinks that this is amazing?" He asked.

"Oh yeah! This is the first time you had taken the bus because of your parents being away right?" A boy asked.

"Um, yes?" The child asked raising an eyebrow.

"That limo belongs to the Carrington family." A girl explained.

"The Carrington family?" The child questioned.

"Um, yes."

Everyone turned their heads to see a red-haired girl. She seemed mostly normal save for her cat ears and tail.

"That limo carries Devon Carrington." The girl explained. "He is the son of Arthur and Veronica Carrington, two very rich people."

"Carrington? That name sounds familiar." The child mused.

"It should! Those are the people Cathy are currently staying with!" A girl piped up.

The child's eyes widened before turning towards the cat-girl.

"Really, Cathy?" The child asked.

The cat-girl nodded her head. "That's right. I am living with Mr. and Mrs. Carrington."

The child blinked twice before looking back and forth between the limo and Cathy in confusion.

"But... If that is the case, then how come you are riding on the bus instead of the limo?" The child asked.

Cathy merely shrugged. "Well, I am not a Carrington so I am not allowed to ride it."

The child narrowed his eyes. "Well, that's stupid."

"I know right?" A boy said as a few others agreed.

"No, it is all right. Mr. Carrington said that they didn't want people to mistake me and Devon are related by riding together." Cathy asked.

"What kind of logic like that?" A girl asked in disbelief. "I carpool with a few friends and we never had to worry about being mistaken for family!"

"Are you sure that they aren't telling you anything else, Cathy?" A boy challenged. "Something smells fishy to me."

Cathy paused looking to the side pondering what her friends had said. Truth be told, she had always pondered about that herself. Why did she had ride the bus while Devon rode in a cool limo? It wasn't just transportation. It was among other things. Perhaps she should ask somebody when she arrives home.

"Speaking of Carrington..."

Cathy looked up to see that the bus and the limo was approaching a large fancy mansion. She immediately recognized it.

"Anyway, this is my stop. I have to get off." Cathy said getting up.

Her friends bid her goodbye as she made her way towards the front of the bus. It was then said bus had parked in front of a bus stop and opened up for Cathy. Thanking the driver, she jumped off and made her way over to the entrance.

At the same time, the driver of the limo got out of the vehicle and walked towards the door and opened it. There, a boy stepped out of the limo. He had short red hair while dressed in a school uniform which looked more like a business suit. Cathy smiled before walking over.

"Devon, how was things at your school today?" Cathy asked catching the two's attention.

"Cathy!" The boy said brightly. "Fine, thank you. You know that test I had in Business Studies today. I aced it with flying colours!"

"That is great, Devon!" The cat-girl smiled. "Won't your father be proud!"

"I hope so. The teachers even said that if I continue at what I am doing, I would be a shoe-in for the honor roll!" The boy smiled.

"Nice!" Cathy smiled.

"So how about you, Cathy?" The boy asked. "How did band practice go?"

"Pretty good." The cat-girl nodded. "We may finally get off the ground sooner or later."

"Well, best of luck to you. Hopefully, I may see you play someday." The boy said.

"Yeah, hopefully." Cathy nodded.

As the two children talked, the driver got out a remote and pushed a button on it causing the doors to open up. The two of them noticed this and made their way over while still talking to each other while going through the gate to enter the mansion.

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Soon, the two children had gone to meet up with the Carringtons, Arthur and Veronica. After a few greetings, the two had gone off to talk with each other on the couch over a cup of tea.

"And that was when the teacher told me that I would be on the honor roll!" Devon explained.

"That is great, son!" Veronica smiled while holding up a cup of tea to herself.

"That's my boy!" Arthur said brightly. "Just like his father. Pretty sure, you will start to gain the rest of my qualities."

Veronica rolled her eyes at this. "Let's just hope not..."

"Also, apparently Cathy is still doing well in her band." Devon explained.

"Oh, really?" Veronica asked.

"Yeah, thanks to the extra music classes, we are really doing well!" Cathy smiled.

Devon immediately got an idea. "Say, Cathy, when your band had started to get more better, how about I'll come to one of your performances sometime?"

By this time, Arthur was drinking some of his tea. When he had heard this, he ended up choking his tea with some droplets falling out of his cup. Cathy, Devon and a servant looked in shock. Veronica on the other hand calmly watched before taking another sip on her own cup before. She sighed as she watched the servant patted Arthur hard on the back.

"Here we go again..." Veronica muttered.

After Arthur calmed down, he looked up. "Devon, are you sure you wish to go?"

Cathy winced a bit while Veronica narrowed her eyes. The young boy in question blinked twice in confusion.

"Of course I do, father." Devon asked. "Why wouldn't I want to go to my friend's band recital?"

Arthur paused. "Um, well, they would mostly play one of their houses and I don't want to want you to go to a stranger's house."

Devon blinked twice. "Stranger's house? They are Cathy's friends. While they may be a "stranger" to me, they are not to Cathy."

"Yes, well... I just thought someone who likes going to the opera would dislike music of the... opposite." Arthur said.

Devon paused crossing his arms. "Father, with all due respect, you are not making any sense. Just because the music Cathy's band play is nothing like the opera, that doesn't mean I would dislike it."

Veronica shook her head. "That is right, dear. Our son could enjoy any type of music."

Arthur shot his wife a fierce glare where the redheaded woman returned the favour. Cathy looked back and forth nervously while Devon raised his eyebrow in confusion.

"In any case, we won't start doing recitals until we are very good." Cathy piped up with a sheepish grin. "So you don't have to worry about us subjecting your son to horrible music, Mr. Carrington."

Arthur paused before letting out a deep sigh. "I suppose so."

Devon stayed silent not liking the tension before everyone. "In any case, would you like to teach me some fencing skills after tea, father?"

Arthur immediately brightened up. "Of course, my boy."

Cathy merely stayed quiet as the two men spoke with each other. She was more concerned with something else. However, she didn't wanted to talk about her feelings in front of Arthur or Devon. It didn't took the foursome to finish their cups of tea and get up.

"So, shall we, son?" Arthur asked.

Devon smiled brightly. "Let's."

With that, the two then made their way off with the servant taking their cups on a  tray.

"Miss Veronica, Miss Cathy, you would like anything?" The servant asked.

Veronica shook her head. "No, I am fine, thank you."

"No..." Cathy said softly causing Veronica to look at her concerned.

"All right, then." The servant said walking out of the room leaving the two women by themselves.

Veronica turned towards Cathy. "Cathy, dear, don't let Arthur's disapproval get you now. He is just so fussy about stuff that are not considered upper-class to him."

The cat-girl looked down at the ground. "It isn't just that."

Veronica paused in confusion. "Hm?"

Cathy looked at Veronica with a sorrowful look on her face.

"Mrs. Carrington, why do Mr. Carrington keep me around if he clearly doesn't like me?"

Veronica's eyes widened at this. "What?"

"Yeah, I mean he makes me take the bus to school while Devon gets to ride in a limo, I have to go to a normal school while Devon gets to an elite one." Cathy explained. "Mr. Carrington almost wants Devon to do NOTHING with any of the stuff like I do... If he truly dislikes, why does he keep me there?"

Veronica paused for a moment realizing how upset Cathy was as she looked down at the ground. The older woman couldn't help but feel upset for the cat-girl. She wanted to cheer her up by trying to get to forget about it.

No. She couldn't do that. She had to tell Cathy the truth. She was fourteen years old. It was a good enough age to tell her. Even if it may end up breaking her apart.

Veronica let out a deep sigh. "Cathy..."

"Yes, Mrs Carrington?" The teenager asked.

Veronica looked down with her hands on her lap. "Do you know why Mr. Carrington is afraid of having you and Devon be related?"

"Yes, I always just nodded and waved it off but no matter how much I looked at it, it made no sense." Cathy said.

"Of course it doesn't..." Veronica sighed. "But Cathy..."

The older woman then looked up with a sorrowful look on her face.

"...Technically, you ARE related to Devon?"

Cathy's pupils shrank taking the news she had been told to heart.

"That is right, my dear. He is your half-brother." Veronica said before looking down again. "And I am your... mother."

Cathy could feel her entire world shaking around her. What was she had been told, she was an orphan which the Carringtons had decided to raise. She had always wondered what happened to her real parents. But all of this time, her mother was literally right next to her the whole time. However, the whole thing still didn't made any sense.

"But... But... That's improbable!" Cathy exclaimed. "If you are my mother but Devon is my HALF-brother then..."

"Who is your father?" Veronica asked before sighing. "He is a cat named Felix. I met him in a bar prior a couple of months before I married Arthur."

"WHAT!?" Cathy gasped putting her hands to her mouth. "Are you saying... That I was born from an AFFAIR?"

"NO!" Veronica gasped before realizing what she had said. "Well, yes. But it was an accident. You see... Both of us were having a few drinks and..."

It was then she froze in her sentence. She looked at Cathy who had her jaw wide open upon hearing what she had heart. Her wide eyes had started to go misty from the news she had been told.

"THAT'S how I been born?" Cathy asked softly. "Because of an accident..."

Veronica gasped. "What? Cathy, no, don't say that!"

The cat-girl narrowed her now-teary eyes. "Oh? And why not? Mr. Carrington sure thinks so!"

Veronica narrowed her eyes with a growl. "That man is nothing more than a boorish, stuck-up brat!"

Cathy's eyes widened at the sudden shout from her newly-revealed mother. Veronica breathed in and out a few times before letting out a deep sigh.

"Cathy, please don't take what that man seriously. He doesn't care for all at me. All he sees me as a symbol of two joined businesses." Veronica said softly.

"What... What do you mean?" The cat-girl asked.

Veronica let out a deep sigh. "The whole thing was an arranged marriage.

Cathy gaped at this. "You mean... You two never loved each other."

"Never." Veronica said in hatred. "He may act polite but his heart is made out of coal."

She then looking down at the ground.

"Now Felix... Some may say our meeting was an accidental one-night stand and in some cases, they're be right." Veronica said sadly. "But in that one night, he treated me with more respect than Arthur and my own father put together."

Cathy stared with tears running down her face. Everything was going so fast for her. Why she wasn't being treated right by Arthur, who her true parents were and what was really going on with the Carringtons?

Veronica saw this and scooted her way over to Cathy and wrapped her arms around her daughter taking her in a warm embrace. The cat-girl allowed herself to bury her mother's chest trying her not too sob out loud but with little success.

"Cathy, a lot of things had happened to be. Some good, some bad. But I had never regretted giving birth to you OR Devon." Veronica said softly. "Even though Arthur may see you as just a child who he just happened to live with, I don't see you like that. You are my daughter. And even though Devon doesn't know that you are his half-sister, he still treats you like a sibling..."

The cat-girl paused for a moment still burying her face in her chest. "M-Mother?"

Veronica's eyes immediately filled with tears of joy upon hearing this. "Yes, Cathy?"

"What is going to happen to me?" The cat-girl asked softly.

"Hm?" Veronica asked.

Cathy looked up. "Am I doomed to be seen as the black sheep of the family?"

Veronica paused staring into her daughter's sad eyes. She then sighed and rubbed her back gingerly. "I don't know, dear. I really wish I could give you a clear answer. I mean you of course have my and Devon's support..."

Cathy paused looking to the side. "Thanks, mom..."

Though deep down inside, she still felt upset. Even with the love from her mother and half-brother, everyone else would still look down at her seeing her the plague of the family. After all, she was the child born out of an affair and was staying there. All she could hope that things could get better from there.

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Sparks flew as a pair of rapiers clashed against each other. They then went into a blurry fight struggling to gain ground on each other. The weapons belonged to two men wearing fencing uniforms. However, it seemed like the larger one had the upper hand.

Soon, the larger one thrusted his rapier forward sending his opponent onto his rear dropping his rapier. The taller one shook his head before taking off his mask to reveal Arthur.

"Honestly, son, that was just poor." Arthur sighed.

The smaller one took off his own mask to show Devon's face. "Sorry, father. I suppose that I was just preoccupied."

"Oh?" Arthur asked tapping the rapier against his shoulder. "Is there something on your mind?"

Devon paused for a moment. "Actually, yes. Father, I know this sounds ridiculous but I was thinking about what I want to do when I take over your business."

Arthur's eyes lit up at this. "Ah, that is not ridiculous in the slightest! In fact, I was thinking about taking over the business when I was your age!"

"Really?" Devon asked.

"Yes, of course. I didn't let that get into the way of other things." Arthur said crouching down. "Whatever you had in mind for the company seems to be really boggling your mind."

Devon looked to the side. "Well, yes, I am thinking of an idea and I want your opinion on it."

Arthur paused before letting out a hearty laugh. "Is that all? Ha! You don't have to be all shy to your own father, boy!"

Devon smiled at this and nodded. "Oh, thank you, father. I feel much more better now!"

Arthur returned the nod. "So what is it you want my opinion on son?"

However, the next sentence that came out of Devon's mouth made Arthur's smile vanished as he dropped his rapier.

"I want Cathy to help me run the business."
EA-LEC: A Weed In A Bed Of Roses
Here is my entry for :iconea-lec:'s Weekly Prompt. This week's theme: Still anything goes.

Here we see Cathy's homelife at the Carrington Mansion and her relationship with the Carringtons themselves.

XP goes to whoever has the lowest amount of XP.

Cathy, Veronica Carrington, Arthur Carrington and Devon Carrington belongs to me.

Exercitus Artifex aka League of Extraordinary Characters belongs to :iconea-lec:
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"Thanks, Al!"

"No probs, bud!"

After serving a sole man at a table a drink with a grin. Al looked up at the clock. It was time for his shift to end. With his grin turning wider, he looked over at the nearest waiter or waitress at the time. It was Cathy.

"Yo, Cathy, I am off for the day!" Al called out.

The cat-girl raised her head with a smile. "K, have a good day-off!"

"I will!" Al grinned before making his way over to Nathan to hand his plate over to him to end his shift for the day.

"Um, Al?"

The black-scaled alligator raised an eyebrow before turning around. His cheery expression immediately faded when he saw a familiar grey-furred wolf standing in front of him nervously poking his fingers together.

"Oh, great, it is YOU." Al said with contempt.

"Um, hey, Al..." The wolf said sheepishly.

"What do you want, Fenrir?" Al asked not doing anything to hide the venom dripping in his voice.

The wolf winced at the cold reaction but was accepting. "Um, well, here is the thing."

He then bowed his head.

"I am sorry."

Al's eyes widened when he had heard those words coming out of Fenrir's mouth. A few other people turned their heads in surprise as well.

"W-What?" Al asked not believing his non-existent ears.

"That's right. I wanted to apologize for all of the verbal abuse I had gave you." Fenrir said still bowing his head. "I wanted to make it up to you."

Al blinked twice for a moment. He then narrowed his eyes. "Okay, who is she?"

Fenrir raised his head a bit. "Huh?"

"Who is the girl who want to get in bed with where you drag me along as a "wingman"?" Al challenged.

Fenrir's eyes widened before waving his hands in defence. "No one! No one! I am legitimately wanted to make it up to you."

Al let out a mirthless laugh. "That's a rib-tickler! Look, whatever you need me for, you have to go find some other person to do because I am NOBODY'S whipping boy!"

"But..." Fenrir started. However, Al had already gone and walked off not even casting him a second glance.

"Heh, good riddance."

"Yeah, it is clear that prick had some ulterior motive

Fenrir heard the insults and winced before hanging his head with his ears drooping. Cathy saw the whole thing and her ears dropped at well seeing the lupine's expression. She then turned to Al as he was passing her.

"Wow, jerky much?" Cathy asked crossing her arms.

Al turned to Cathy in disbelief. "What? You actually believe that guy?"

The cat-girl shook her head. "Al, I don't know what caused Fenrir to apologize but he seemed to be genuine in his actions."

The alligator stared at his fellow waiter as if she was crazy.

"You gotta be kidding, Cats." He said before jerking his thumb behind him. "Did he heard some of the crap he said to me?"

"I did but obviously he is trying to be the bigger man here." Cathy said narrowing her eyes. "Again, I don't know what his main reasons for wanting to change but he is willing to."

"Cathy, guys like that don't change overnight. You can't just alter your own unpleasant personality just like that." Al said before taking a snap of his fingers.

Without saying another word, he walked off. All Cathy did was narrow her eyes before turning around and going back to work but not before saying two words.

"You did."

Al's eyes widened at this before turning around. Cathy had gone back to serving the customers. He then paused in his spot for a moment pondering about the cat-girl's response. Turning his head, he saw Fenrir sulking off with his head. After a few seconds, he then let out a sigh of relief before rushing over after the teenager.

"Yo, Fenrir!" Al called out.

The gold-eyed man stopped in his tracks before turning around. "Hm?"

Al let out a deep sigh. "Tomorrow is my day off and I was thinking of going on a boat ride."

"Um, all right." Fenrir asked raising an eyebrow wondering what he was going with this.

"The entry fee isn't that much." Al said before looking to the side. "If you want, you could pay for a ticket and come along. Then, we would have the whole day to talk.

Fenrir's eyes widened shocked by Al's sudden change in attitude. Nonetheless, he gave a small smile and nodded his head.

"Yeah, that sounds like a great idea." Fenrir noted.

Al looked at the wolf and paused wondering if he was making a right choice. Sure, some people deserve a second chance but still he was sceptical of Fenrir coming along. He hoped that he wouldn't making a bad choice."

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Fenrir couldn't be more happier to join Al on a boat ride. Then, he and Al wouldn't be interrupted by anyone else they knew and they could tried to make amends with each other on the relaxing waters.

Or so he thought.

Fenrir found himself wearing a large yellow raincoat with a matching rainhat as he ducked and weaved underneath flying fish and hooks on lines. He was on a fisherman's boat with the sides of the boat being full to the brim with fisherman constantly casting their rods out and pulling out lively fish.

In a major contrast to Fenrir, Al's outfit was more casual as he was wearing a sleeveless navy coat over a black shirt with blue jeans. While Fenrir was creeped out, Al was grinning from ear to ear enjoying the sea breeze.

"THIS is what you do on your days off!?" Fenrir asked in disbelief. "Play dodgeball with a bunch of flying fish!?"

"Hey, it was the only boat ride at the time." Al casually said shrugging his shoulders before narrowing his eyes. "You know, it is a good thing we are far from friends yet because I won't be struck by karma's lightning for lying that I am not your friend for wearing that ridiculous outfit."

Fenrir immediately growled at this. "Aw, shuddap! Unlike you, I don't want my fur skin to stink like fish all over!"

Al rolled his eyes. "I thought the point is this trip was to make amends with each other."

"That wasn't an insult, that is a fact!" Fenrir roared. "Don't believe me? I will happily tell anyone back at the Heroes' Hideout what I had been through and they would 100% agree with me."

"I believe you..." Al muttered. "Trust me, I believe you. Some of the waiters gave me death glares for a week for dragging them along."

Fenrir grunted in disgust before sitting against the ship while adjusting his hat and coat. Again, Al rolled his eyes before making his way over to Fenrir and sitting down next to him.

"So? Why did you do it?" Al asked.

Fenrir's eyes widened in disbelief. "Didn't I tell you? I hold great pride in my handsome persona!"

Al merely rolled his eyes.

"I meant why did you decided to apologize?"

Fenrir's eyes widened before hugging his knees tightly. The two then held an awkward silence despite the constant shouts of the fishermen and the fish flopping for water on the deck.

"...I had recently realized that not all men are bad." Fenrir explained.

Al raised an eyebrow. "Oh?"

"Yeah, you know, Misty and Erin?" Fenrir asked.

"Yeah, of course." Al nodded.

"Well, before coming to Elarthe, they used to live in a place called Silvermine." Fenrir explained. "It is a city run by a mob."

Al's eyes widened looking a bit surprised by this reveal but silently nodded his head.

"Well, Misty used to be a pit fighter battling for enough money to support her and her sister." Fenrir said. "Unfortunately for her, said skills had caught the attention of said mob's boss."

"So what happened?" Al asked not liking where this was going.

Fenrir looked down. "The Silvermine Mob kidnapped Erin and threatened that if Misty didn't enter their tournament, she would never see her again."

Al's eyes widened at this. "What!?"

"Yeah, I don't know what will happen if that happened to Remus..." Fenrir said softly through a wince. "In the clutches of a bunch of evil men..."

Al paused realizing where Fenrir was going with this. "Let me guess. They had been known by a man named Wild Fox."

Fenrir's eyes widened before turning to Al. "How did you know?"

"Well, Misty seemed to hold a lot of respect for Wild Fox." The alligator said before giving a smirk. "I wasn't there at the time but what Misty done to you was the talk of the tavern."

Fenrir physically winced at this still remembering being on the end of Misty's verbal assault for his own on Wild Fox.

"You caught it... It is after that where I had completely started to change my thinking about men..." Fenrir said looking down.

Al paused for a moment. "What made you hate men so much in the first place?"

Fenrir looked to the side. "I don't want to talk to you about it. At least not yet."

Al stayed silent before nodding his head.

"All right. I understand." He said. "Say, Fenrir, what are your dreams?"

The wolf turned his head towards Al in confusion. "Where did THAT come from?"

Al let out a deep sigh. "Well, believe it or not but I used to be a jaded guy who absolutely HATED being stuck in Belcazzar City."

Fenrir's eyes widened at this. While Al had a short fuse, he almost always seen with a wide, toothy grin.

"I just... Wanted to get away..." Al said sadly. "Get away from the norm... See something I couldn't understand. That is out of my reach..."

Fenrir raised an eyebrow wondering what Al was going with this.

"Then, I realized my love for the sea and how many different things that they would see." The waiter explained. "That was when I became a sailor."

"Well, that explains a lot..." Fenrir muttered underneath his breath so that Al wouldn't hear. However, the latter did heard it but weakly laughed it.

"Yeah, even being in the middle of a rain of flying fish seemed like heaven to me." Al chuckled. However, his smile then faltered. "However, I still had a short fuse and negative attitude towards people."

Fenrir's ears drooped. "Let me guess. It got you fired."

Al looked down in sadness. "Yeah... It ruined my life... I don't have anywhere else to go to Belcazzar so my bitterness had increased three times. I... can't remember the last time I had smiled after that incident."

"Al..." Fenrir said sadly.

The alligator shook his head. "If only I controlled my temper, I would still be a sailor..."

"Is THAT why you asked me what are my dreams are?" Fenrir asked.

"Yeah." Al said turning his head with a stern glare. "If you have a dream, don't let your negative emotions ruin it."

Fenrir paused before nodding his head. "I know, thank you, Al."

"No prob." The alligator said. "In fact, I should apologize for not giving you the benefit of the doubt."

Fenrir looked down at the fish-stained deck. "No, you have every right to be sceptical of me..."

"Well, if you need any help on how to change, just let me go." Al said holding out his hand. "I know how hard it is to change even though everyone even yourself wants to."

Fenrir paused for a moment staring down at the hand. After a few seconds, he gave a small smile before grabbing Al's hand.

"Thank you, Al, I really appreciate t..."

Suddenly, his eyes widened in shock.

"LOOK OUT!"

It was then Fenrir shoved Al to the side knocking him away out of the way of a flying boot heading towards him. Unfortunately in rescuing Al, he didn't spared any time to save himself.

BAM!

The boot fell right smack in the middle of Fenrir's forehead. Al's eyes widened as he watched the wolf fell backwards onto his back out cold with an unsightly bruise on him.

"Fenrir!" Al called out crawling forward and cradling the unconscious wolf in his arms.

"Sorry about that, boys!" A fisherman called out cupping his hand to his mouth.

Al turned towards the fisherman. "It's all right! It is the idiot who dropped the boot in the sea in the first place to blame!"

"Heard that!" Several fishermen agreed.

Al shook his head before looking at the unconscious Fenrir. He then let out a big sigh before giving a small smile.

"Well, that is one step to treating the male half with respect."
EA-LEC: Redemption In The Rain Of Fish
Here is my entry for :iconea-lec:'s Weekly Prompt. This week's theme. ANYTHING GOES! That's right! Up until the Halloween mission ends, we will be writing for anything we want! :D

Here we have a flashback of Fenrir when he was starting to change to attitude towards men and apologizing to most of the men he insulted. In this case, Al. Fenrir and Al have more with each other in common than they initially like to admit.

Alessandro (Al), Cathy and Fenrir belongs to me.

Exercitus Artifex aka the League of Extraordinary Characters belongs to :iconea-lec:
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I had got tagged by redrojo17 Here are the rules.

1. List five opinions that you think are unpopular
2. Tag people.
3. Um... Eat something?

1. Am I the only one who don't see anything wrong with Hsu Hao from Mortal Kombat? Seriously, nearly every fan of the Mortal Kombat fanbase despises this guy with all of their heart. Why? I am genuinely asking. What is wrong with this guy? I mean I am not sayin that he is a GOOD character but seriously, this guy gets more hate than MEAT and DRAYMIN. How could you hate someone more than a guy who has no skin who takes the "bloody" combat trope too far even by Mortal Kombat standards. Really?

2. I am neutral on the Duck Hunt Dog's laugh. Seriously, I get it. Nobody likes to get laughed at. Especially when losing a game in a harsh game. But sheesh, I think some people take their hate from too much. His laugh isn't even that annoying.

3. I can't stand dubstep. Which is weird because I usually like most types of music depending on what it is. But... I just can't get into dubstep at all. It just sounds... Generic.

4. I am looking forward to the Shaq-Fu reboot. Yes, yes, yes, I know that there are a lot of much better games that deserve to be brought for a reboot. (Capcom, stop teasing us with cameos of Batsu and give us Rival Schools 3 already!) But at the same time, this is a chance for Shaq-Qu to lose its name as its status as one of the worst games in period. Not that they don't deserve the title but still, I am curious to see how they would do it.

5. I dislike "realistic" games. That is why I am mostly a fan of Nintendo products than the likes on the X-Box and the Playstation. Take your Gran Tursimo, I'll take Mario Kart. You can keep your Call of Duty, I will take StarFox thank you very much. Have your UFC, I just want... Well, ANY kind of fighting game. Not to say that I hate all realistic games but for the most part, they are a bore...

I will tag... No one. I am a rebel.
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Several people had walked down the streets of Belcazzar. The sun was setting down into the horizon and the wind had started to pick up making everyone's hair and clothes fly backwards. Despite this, everyone continued on their way going to their respective destinations.

One particular child walked with his hands in his pockets by himself deciding to go back and turn in for the night. He had just finished something important and was told to return.

RING.

The child slowly raised his head and put his hand into his pocket before pulling out a cell phone before putting it to his ear.

"Hello?" He said.

"Hey, Palayo, it is me, Maven." A voice said through the phone.

"Is there something you need?" The child answered.

"Yeah, I am sorry to call you after saying that you could come back home but we had gotten another job." Maven explained. "Where are you now?"

Palayo looked up at a nearby street sign before looking down. "I am on Partition Road."

"Good, you may be in close proximity." Maven said with a sigh. "Okay, I'll try to sum it up as quickly as possible. We had heard word that there is another vigilante who is going around busting up criminals and sending them to jail. As we speak, he is on his way to the nearby police station to deliver a list. I don't say what is the list but judging by the panicked tone in his voice, obviously no good would come of it."

"Say no more, Maven." Palayo reassured. "I will find him and... take back the list by any means necessary."

"That is what I want to hear. Now he is apparently in a bright purple hooded hood which is practically impossible to miss. Again, sorry that I can't give you more information but these guys are willing to pay a pretty penny. Bye!" Maven said before hanging up.

Palayo nodded his head before pocketing his phone and rushing off knowing fully well that how little time to intercept said vigilante to take back the list. And preferably end the man's life in the progress.

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It had only took Palayo a couples minutes to run on over to the entrance to the police station. Taking a few moments to get his breath back from running, he looked around for another wearing a bright purple hood. He also knew he had to improvise and find a way to trick him into coming with him alone.

Then, he saw what he may had been looking for. A figure making his way towards the police station wearing a large purple hooded cloak over his body. Palayo paused before making his way over to the hooded man.

"Excuse me, sir." Palayo said making his way in front of the man.

The hooded man raised his head. "Hm?"

"I had lost my quadruped dog. Could you help me find it?" Palayo asked.

The hooded man paused for a moment. "Sorry but could it wait? I kinda have to be somewhere."

"But sir, it had been five minutes since I had lost him. It is getting late and I don't like being out this late alone and if I don't find him soon..." Palayo said before trailing off.

The hooded man stayed silent before letting out a deep sigh. "All right, kid. I'll get help you."

"Thank you. I promise that I won't take up too much of your time" Palayo said bowing his head.

"I hope so." The hooded man muttered trying not to let the child hear him. "Let's go before it gets too late, all right?"

Palayo nodded before the two people had walked off. This was far too easy. Then again, it almost always was. The point of the group, the Butterfly Knives were to train children to become assassins. Now who would look at a kid and assume that he may be planning to murder someone?

Soon, Palayo and the hooded man had entered an alleyway. It was completely empty and it was already starting to get dark. As far as Palayo had noticed, there weren't any bystanders nearby. Palayo knew that this was his perfect chance to strike.

"It is why I didn't wanted to come alone." Palayo lied.

The hooded man let out a deep sigh. "All right, kid, just stay behind me and you should be fine."

Palayo nodded his head. "That is all I needed to hear."

The hooded man walked forward into the alleyway. It was then Palayo had decided to make his move. Quickly rolling up one of his sleeves, he revealed that he had a wristed crossbow. He then pointed it at the hooded man's back.

Then, wind started to swirl around his crossbow. The hooded man heard this and turned around but it was too late. Palayo fired an arrow of wind sending it forward straight into the hooded man's chest.

BAM!

The attack had hit down onto its target resulting in a large burst of wind.

However, the hooded man was still standing on straight. Palayo's eyes widened a bit. It was as if the man haven't been fazed at all. Though his face couldn't be seen, he let out a deep growl not looking amused.

"I had lost my quadruped dog. Could you help me find it?" The hooded man said mimicking Palayo's words. "Serves me right for being so guillible."

The young assassin acted quickly and pointed his wristed crossbow at the hooded man. Acting quickly, he charged up wind getting ready for another strike. He then aimed at the man again who merely stood still.

He then fired a wind arrow forward again striking the man in the chest. However, all it did was sent the bright purple cloak flying away from the man. Palayo's eyes widened again at what he had saw.

Standing in front of him was some kind of humanoid. He was completely covered with black metal looking somewhat like a robot. Palayo continued to stare at the development.

"So that is why you withstood my attack." Palayo said calmly putting his hands to his sides. "You are a robot."

The humanoid paused before holding up a finger. "Okay, one, I am a golem, kid, not a robot and two, what the hell kind of response is that? I know it is clear that you are no ordinary child but still having a better reaction that that."

Palayo didn't answered. He just turned around and ran off knowing that he couldn't kill the golem like this.

"Oh no, you don't!" The golem said rushing forward after the child. It only took a few seconds to grab Palayo and lift him up by the scruff of his jacket.

"And to make sure that you don't shoot anyone..." The golem said tearing off the wristed crossbow and throwing it to the ground before stomping on it smashing it to pieces.

Despite this, Palayo merely stared at the golem with an emotionless look on his face. The golem tilted his head to the side clearly confused.

"Um, aren't you going to piss your pants in fear? Or throw a tantrum in a vain attempt to break free? Or ANYTHING?" The golem challenged.

Palayo paused for a moment. "Emotions make you weak."

"Hm?" The golem asked.

"It is just as I say. Emotions blind you from getting the job done." Palayo said.

The golem stared at Palayo with his featureless expression. He then gave a sad sigh.

"I don't know what had made you this way, kid but I think I would find out when I take you in to the police station so I could ask why did you attacked me." The golem said.

"Do what you want. I will reveal nothing." Palayo said sternly.

The golem stayed silent before speaking. "Okay, seriously, what child talks like that?"

He then shook his head before carrying Palayo out of the alleyway and went onto his journey to the police station. The young elf continued to stay silent the entire time. Despite having met his match and being caught, there was only one thought on his mind.

"Forgive me, everyone..."
EA-LEC: The Shot That Had Missed Its Mark
Here is my entry for :iconea-lec:'s Weekly Prompt. This week's subject: Unstoppable.

I decided to use this as a chance to expand Palayo's backstory seeing that his is the most interesting.

Please forward the XP to whoever has the least amount of XP.

Palayo and the golem (He WILL be named someday) belongs to me.

Exercitus Artifex aka the League of Extraordinary Characters belongs to :iconea-lec:
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1. List five opinions that you think are unpopular
2. Tag people.
3. Um... Eat something?

1. Am I the only one who don't see anything wrong with Hsu Hao from Mortal Kombat? Seriously, nearly every fan of the Mortal Kombat fanbase despises this guy with all of their heart. Why? I am genuinely asking. What is wrong with this guy? I mean I am not sayin that he is a GOOD character but seriously, this guy gets more hate than MEAT and DRAYMIN. How could you hate someone more than a guy who has no skin who takes the "bloody" combat trope too far even by Mortal Kombat standards. Really?

2. I am neutral on the Duck Hunt Dog's laugh. Seriously, I get it. Nobody likes to get laughed at. Especially when losing a game in a harsh game. But sheesh, I think some people take their hate from too much. His laugh isn't even that annoying.

3. I can't stand dubstep. Which is weird because I usually like most types of music depending on what it is. But... I just can't get into dubstep at all. It just sounds... Generic.

4. I am looking forward to the Shaq-Fu reboot. Yes, yes, yes, I know that there are a lot of much better games that deserve to be brought for a reboot. (Capcom, stop teasing us with cameos of Batsu and give us Rival Schools 3 already!) But at the same time, this is a chance for Shaq-Qu to lose its name as its status as one of the worst games in period. Not that they don't deserve the title but still, I am curious to see how they would do it.

5. I dislike "realistic" games. That is why I am mostly a fan of Nintendo products than the likes on the X-Box and the Playstation. Take your Gran Tursimo, I'll take Mario Kart. You can keep your Call of Duty, I will take StarFox thank you very much. Have your UFC, I just want... Well, ANY kind of fighting game. Not to say that I hate all realistic games but for the most part, they are a bore...

I will tag... No one. I am a rebel.
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Owlot Featured By Owner Oct 8, 2014
:wave:
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Tinyhammer Featured By Owner Oct 8, 2014
OWLOT! :hug: How is it going? It had been FAR too long! :D
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Owlot Featured By Owner Oct 11, 2014
Why haven't we added each other on 3DS?
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Tinyhammer Featured By Owner 2 days ago
Sorry about the long wait... -__- I just didn't know how to tell you that I am a noob. :XD:

Seriously, even now, I am not connected to the internet with my 3DS. I am THAT lame. ^^;
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Dragonettes Featured By Owner Sep 16, 2014
If you don't mind me asking, what in your opinion was wrong with Survivor Xover 5? In your mindset, at least.
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Tinyhammer Featured By Owner Sep 16, 2014
Well, I don't like the initial winner I had for it. I tried to get into it but in the end, I just couldn't. Which means if I continued on the path I planned from the start, I would have a winner I don't really care for that much and frankly I don't think anyone else would disagree.

And by this time, all of the other characters probably won't good winners either. I got an idea of HOW to make one of them a winner but it feels like a total a**pull.

Let's just say this person would be the... least infuriating winner out of the batch.
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Dragonettes Featured By Owner Edited Sep 16, 2014
I like most people left ^_^ So I don't really have a problem with who wins, except Spencer...he's mean. :(
But I'm rooting for you to pull through! I like to see the good in all of your stories!
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HatersInHeaven Featured By Owner Sep 10, 2014
Is SXover5 ever going to return or are you done with that? Just curious is all!
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Tinyhammer Featured By Owner Sep 10, 2014
Honestly, that is a good question. I am trying to find way to take off what I had written so far and somehow write a good ending for it. It is like trying to make a Fix Fic for my own story. O__o

I think I know what to do but it is just that I am not feeling that confident at the moment. I AM trying to finish it but I don't know when. Sorry you had been waiting long.
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HatersInHeaven Featured By Owner Sep 10, 2014
It's fine! If it is any consolation, I've been enjoying it so far, and I don't mind waiting for it to finish!
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