when i dream it seems i'm chasing a bittersweet, bittersweet, bittersweet memory;

[tiny_ninja]

So I didn't forget about WIP Wednesday yesterday, just didn't get to it before I ran out of time. We picked up another copy of LEGO: Jurassic World to play with Q this week, but for the PS4 this time, so I promised him we'd start playing that after dinner and whoops, there went the writing time.

I am finally out of the beginning I don't like for Ninjetti! Got to write the start of the OT3 I'm working towards, which I'm excited about, and I'm always stoked to write from Tommy's POV. Especially since most of his scenes in A Hero Lies in You are when he's possessed, and thus, it's not really Tommy's voice, but that of the Green Ranger. He's still my homeboy after all these years, so I hope I'm doing him justice.

And speaking of villains, I finally got to the scene where I introduce Lord Zedd and, uh... I tripped and fell into a sideplot. >.> Zedd/Rita had always been part of Power Rangers canon (in that she convinces him to marry her and like... they stay married? Like for the rest of their continuity??) and it's heavily implied that Zordon/Rita may have been a thing in the reboot, so... surprise, both are part of the canon now. I'm actually enjoying writing Zedd, which I hadn't expected. Here's a snippet!

In the cargo bay, an icy slab waited in the center of the room. A group of Tenga warriors flitted by him, clumsy feet and black feathers, and he dismissed them with a wave of his hand. Finster waited by the door, hands folded in front of him. 

One weathered hand wiped away the first layer of ice covering the woman’s face. Her hair was swept back into a high ponytail. Green and gold detailing, an armor he’d once known well, cradled her body, but it was torn open in places, like she’d been through war. But Finster was right: he remembered that face. He remembered the taste of her lips and the warmth of her body wrapped around his. 

Once upon a time, she’d been Zordon’s woman. When Zordon cast her aside for the darkness in her heart, she came to warm his bed instead. She’d died fighting Zordon and his team, or so he believed. But she was here - which meant Zordon had to be close. 

He trailed a hand over her cheek, tracing her lips with the tip of his finger. “Is she alive, Finster?”

I'm still a ways out from writing the first actual battle scene, which is good because I always dread those. At this pace, though, there's no way I'm getting anywhere close to the end before July is out. Oops.