roc_on | no seriously / original bones don't steal / or commit arson

The news gets worse.

The police nailed down a pattern - the guy found with the missing bones was one thing, but there were other missing persons, alternating genders, late teens to early twenties, all taken from the same part of town. Cops, including cops of the relevant age range, stalk the area, and one of them gives chase to a man who proves to be a firebender. He burns out most of a liquor store, proving it, and the cop loses him trying to meet him on the other side and goes back to help evacuate the units above the store.

There's security footage of the fire and some of the chase, rescued from the liquor store, and the media gets ahold of it.

Chali says this still isn't an Avatar matter. Beila, who has no detective skills anyway, defers to his expertise, meditates, reads her book - turns up to her firebending lesson.

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From:

fiery_delights

Jun nods.

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roc_on

"Thanks for the tip."

And she goes.

And she tells Chali.

And Chali does the obvious thing and looks up Sora Oshiro.

Who has traveled to Republic City, among other transactions, under his own name. That's certainly... interesting. But the financials don't immediately turn up where he's staying. They quietly release a description which... basically describes Jun, only two decades younger, but with low confidence and not much fanfare. They don't want the killer to know that they're onto him (or, if Jun is wrong, that they're busily barking up the wrong tree).

Chali appreciates the tip, keeps the Jun connection otherwise quiet, and sends Beila home. She goes. She finishes the Avatar Meixing autobiography. There's a bit about the Avatar State.

From the sound of it, there are no practice effects at all between the startle reflex Avatar State and the fully mastered kind. They're totally different things that simply both happen to involve glowy eyes and supreme power.

The way Meixing describes it, both of the avenues into the state are, well, mental states, but they're unrelated. There's no reason Beila shouldn't be able to just... do it.

That said, "while fretting about a serial killer who may be her firebending teacher's little brother" is not the ideal time to do complicated mental work, especially of the "calm yourself, empty your mind" variety. She sends a message to the nuns. She can't drag her big mirror out to the beach without teaching herself to metalbend or her dad's help, so she goes over katas she already knows rather than working on wings.

Chali's not home yet when she wants to go to bed. Ranyi's waiting up. Beila gets sleep.

Edited Date: 2015-08-04 04:26 am (UTC)

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thinklikethis

Free time and no plans with Beila means woodcarving in the park. Highly preferable to sitting at home; the park is nice and the weather's good. So Dao sits and makes necklace charms, little wooden this-or-thats arranged suitably to be strung on strings. He wants to make a little roc that is not just any little roc but a little Liqing in particular, and it's hard, but it's the fun kind. When his failure to portray the particularness of his girlfriend's bird starts getting to him, he takes a break and makes little ottercats and ferretsnakes and lizard crows and flying lemurs.

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in_silk

Someone sits down next to him on the park bench.

From:

thinklikethis

The stranger is not, actually, sitting too close - he's perched on the far end, a perfectly reasonable strangers-sharing-a-park-bench distance - but Dao is uncomfortable anyway.

From:

in_silk

He doesn't do anything, just sits and looks at the trees and the sky.

From:

thinklikethis

Well. Okay. He can do that.

Dao contemplates finding another bench.

From:

in_silk

The stranger peacefully enjoys this lovely afternoon in the park.

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thinklikethis

And the worst part of it is, Dao keeps looking at him and being annoyed and uncomfortable about his presence and then thinking about ripping his bones out. Dao is woodcarving; he has a knife; he could, actually, just reach over and grab this perfectly innocent person's arm and cut—

He's pretty sure this isn't him turning into a serial killer, because look at him, not doing that. But it's still not a train of thought he wants to keep revisiting.

From:

in_silk

"It's a nice day, isn't it?" the stranger says quietly.

From:

thinklikethis

Which makes Dao feel even more socially awkward but interrupts his murder-related thoughts, a trade he is absolutely willing to make.

Even though the first response that pops into his head is, "Ferretsnakes have the most extreme length-to-width ratio of any mammal."

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in_silk

"...Pardon?" says the stranger.

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thinklikethis

Dao blushes. "Um. I'm sorry. I was just - thinking about animal trivia. So when you said something and I didn't know what to say, it, um - I'll just go away now."

He puts away his knife and his little half-carved pendant of a coiled-up ferretsnake and—tries to get up. It's less successful than he was expecting. He tries again. Maybe his clothes got caught on the bench; he twists around to check.

From:

in_silk

The stranger is smiling at him.

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thinklikethis

That smile hits him like a bucket of ice water to the face. Instant chills. Before he consciously catches up with the situation he's already trying to reach for his bag, but now his body just plain won't move, and he finally clues in. Bloodbender. Actual real live bloodbender. Oh, fuck.

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in_silk

He nods, and stands up, and offers Dao a hand to help him to his feet.

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thinklikethis

Dao finds himself taking it, finds himself picking up his bag with his free hand, standing gracefully, following the stranger away from the bench. It's not like in the movies; he doesn't jerk around stiffly like someone who is obviously being bloodbent. He's only clumsy when he struggles. He manages to stumble and fall, trying his hardest to resist the imposed movements.

From:

in_silk

The stranger just catches him, 'helps' steady him again, and keeps leading him away from the park bench.

From:

thinklikethis

It finally occurs to him that he could try to yell for help. But he can't turn his head to look around - he can't see anybody else in the park, it's not that popular a park, there might not even be anybody - he can't open his mouth - he doesn't want to find out what'll happen if he tries and fails, if there's nobody around or they're not listening or they don't realize who's yelling or if he makes enough sound to let the bloodbender know he's trying but not enough for anyone else to hear it.

At least, that's what he hopes his reasons are. The same part of his mind that has inappropriate reactions to thinking about ripping people's bones out is having an inappropriate reaction to the sensation of being subtly, insidiously, helplessly puppeted by his own blood.

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in_silk

They make their way to a car. They get in. The stranger directs it to take them somewhere.

From:

thinklikethis

If he isn't trying to move and the bloodbender isn't trying to move him, it's impossible to even tell there's anything wrong. Except for all the things that are really obviously wrong. It's impossible to tell there's bloodbending going on, anyway. So it's a few minutes before he tries to move his mouth and discovers that he's allowed.

Okay. Crap. What does he say.

"...Want some more animal trivia?"

Great. Yes. Awkwardly semi-flirt with the bloodbender. That'll help.

From:

in_silk

It startles a laugh out of him.

"If that's how you'd rather pass the time, why not?"

From:

thinklikethis

Dao tries to come up with some more animal trivia, and of course his mind immediately goes blank. He struggles with himself for a moment, then blurts out, "Why are you kidnapping me?"