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Ghost Relic: Ladders

Basically just wanting this week to end at this point.

This is Yohko. A Priestess and Type-A to 11. So far, that’s all I have of her. Also, I wrote this twice just because it was frustrating me. Did you know Kinkaku-ji is currently being run by an active temple? It is! You can’t go in, but they say it’s fully restored inside.

The writing prompt is from here.


#135: Ladders

Yohko climbed the rungs of the ladder she set up on the side of the tiered temple. It had taken her all night and weeks of planning, but soon she would have scaled her way to the top of the Golden Pavilion. The Pavilion was both a historic temple and one of the largest tourist traps in the nation, and she was following a whispered call up its walls.

The practice of breaking-and-entering was new for her, but she was resourceful and confident she could figure it out. All she needed was a telescoping ladder, cardio and strength training, and a lot of time staking out the temple.

She made it to the top, the shimmering gold Phoenix that perched atop the building with its wings spread before her.

The young woman had no time to admire the scenery, only to concentrate on the task at hand. She muttered a short prayer for forgiveness before taking a crowbar to the ornament’s base. The priestess did no small amount of damage, but, given the height, it would take weeks before anyone noticed. From the hole she made, she pulled out a small bamboo canister. It was a lot of trouble for something so innocuous.

Yohko knew better. What called her there rested inside. Now, it was ordering her to open it.

She obeyed, only to find ash and dirt inside. She almost screamed before she noticed the ash start to move. It was starting to reform. The book was hers now.

Ghost Relic: Applause

Well, that was an unintentional hiatus. The short story is that the heat waves and my day job are simultaneously trying to kill me. Of course, it occurs to me I have a backlog of old writing that I can post in the mean time so the next time this happens (and likely it will happen) I will try to keep posting.

Anyway, this is Ran and Jennifer. Ran is near and dear to my heart and Jennifer is new for this story. The original concept being the Elle Woods of Ninjas with a little bit of Cloak from Cloak and Dagger.

Oh and the writing prompt is from here.


#185: Applause

Jenny was at a Karaoke bar, dancing around to some anime song. Naturally, there was applause. She was pretty, white, and blond in a bar full of grubby salary men; their favorite kind of entertainment.

She gave a flattering wink to one of them, and he was immediately at her side, drink in hand. When she asked for an escort back to her car, his coworkers egged him on.

He was so sweet, offering to help her with her door while bragging about his oh-so-important career. And when she needed help with her trunk, he offered!

Of course, no one was around to see him try and grope her. ‘Try,’ being the operative word. She smacked his hand away and, while he reeled back, jammed a stun gun just beneath his armpit deep into his ribcage. The electricity caused his body to seize. Any thoughts of cursing the woman out were interrupted by searing white before he fainted.

There was a slow clap behind her.

“Next time, can you do it without the audience?”

The voice came from behind her from a young looking Asian man who had been waiting in the shadows.

“Next time, can you help me with the leg work?” she huffed, trying to shift the heavy-set man into her trunk.

He shrugged and rolled the body into the vehicle. She had the honor of slamming the door closed.

“Besides,” she said as she dusted off her hands, “No one liked him and everyone likes a show.”

Ghost Relic: Risk

So this is another new character but she may not show up immediately. Apparently, if you try to mix Sailor V and Lina Inverse, you get a Korean Dazzler. I dunno.

I got the writing prompt from here.


 

#170: Risk

Mina managed to slip out of the large auditorium and find a dark secluded corner. The singer let out a slow breath, thankful for whatever quiet she was about to get. She fumbled to get the eCig out of one of her pockets, pulling her coat tighter over her sparkly stage costume.

It was always an ordeal, leaving to take a small break after shows with the paparazzi, management, and fans breathing down her neck in that order.

She was almost about to relax when she heard a noise around a corner. She glared and slipped the eCig out of sight.

A scraggly jumped into sight, brandishing a small knife. He said something stupid demanding her valuables.

“Oh thank God! I was almost worried!” She was so relieved that she didn’t have to worry about ‘Pop Princess’ Drug Habit!’ being splattered on some hack’s Instagram just because she liked a Peach Vape after shows. She whined, wanting some peace, “Just get out of here.”

Of course, he didn’t listen! Her hand flipped out of her pocket, fingers out like a gun. ‘Pa~h!’ she breathed as a flash burst from her fingertips, knocking the would-be assailant out of sight.

She grinned smugly and leaned back against the alley wall. That was her favorite way of blowing off steam. Of course, the flash and the pop wouldn’t go unnoticed, and she heard a crowd headed towards her.

Mina cursed loudly and dove back into the auditorium. She couldn’t get a minute!

Ghost Relic: Stray Animal

The urge to write the first arc of Ghost Relic in full came from a couple of 100-word pieces I wrote as a post-a-day challenge. I’m not 100% on the post-a-day deal but I think I’m doing pretty well so far. I figured if I did it for the next arc, I’d get a handle on the characters the same way.

Ally and Ben are two nth-generation millennials about to get caught up in a heap of trouble. Writing Prompt is from here.


 

#121: Stray Animal

Ally tore down an alley, chasing down some dog she had seen wandering aimlessly through the streets. It reminded her of a pup she had seen on a poster or two around the neighborhood, not that she had a good look at it before she took to the chase.

“Dammit, come back here!” her friend ordered as he ran after.

She didn’t have time to respond, having finally cornered the frightened, disoriented animal.

“What the hell is wrong with you?!” he hissed at her.

Ally knelt down, smiling gently at the stray before it finally came to her and nuzzled her hand. She had a way about her that put animals at ease, even if it did nothing for actual people. It finally crawled into her lap, and she flipped through photos on her phone, trying to match the dog to one of the many posters she snapped.

“How did you even do that? You’re scared of everything,” Ben sighed, leaning against a wall. He kept an eye out. It might have been quiet now, but he wasn’t going to be the reason his friend got murdered in some back alley.

“No idea. And I never said I wasn’t scared. Isn’t that right, little buddy?” she cooed, scratching the pup beneath the snout before calling the owner.

“One of these days, they’re just going to turn and bite you.”

Ally shrugged. “Yeah. Maybe. But not today.”

“Then, seriously, what the hell, Ally?”

“Sometimes you just got to get someone home.”