spark || lin beifong

Chapter I - Introduction Part 1

Absolutely! Her morality shouts. The act of bloodbending is vile and hideous. Nothing good will come from it.

Her rationality however, hums in thought. Nothing in particular has been stated in the rules of the law about bloodbending oneself being a crime, nor has there been regulations dismissing it as something that isn't a crime.

Curiosity then comes up behind her, eyes sparkling with wonder. I mean, it wouldn't hurt to try. No one needs to find out since you're the only one who'll do it and have it be directed at.

Curiosity was most often the winner in arguments with these kinds of things.

So, several hours prior to her standing in front of her parents' quarters, Telepyleia travelled to an empty spot near the edge of a cliff. She used what little she knew of her technique to bend a small igloo that would fit at most 5 children. Sitting in the middle of her small temporary abode, she takes out a small blade she had smuggled out from the healing huts.

Reviewing what she had read in her head, she looked took the blade and raised the ends of the parka and then the tunic she wore, followed by the leggings she wore on her left leg, choosing to nick at her less dominant lower limb. She chose a spot on her thigh, dead center in between her knee and the junction at which her hip meets her leg. The blood immediately rises through the opening and flows out.

Telepyleia observes the way a drop flows down the side of her leg and lands in the snow, tainting it red. Blood is mainly composed of two parts, plasma and blood cells. The liquid part, plasma, makes up 55 percent of the blood. Plasma, in turn, is 90 percent water. So, in theory...

Brows furrowing in concentration and eyes twinkling in fascination, she tentatively leads her hands through a series of motions, trying to get a feel for it. Then, she was suddenly hyperaware of everything around her and in her. She felt the immediate presence of walls of ice caging her from the outside world, the slight breeze of cold but humid air hitting the igloo, the sweat now building at her temples, and finally, the fluid that passes through every vein, artery, and capillary, and the muscle that pumps it to every part of her body.

Delight and fascination etched themselves on her face as the blood that was still trying to get out of her wound suddenly rose up in blobs. Telepyleia immediately goes to work, attempting to form shapes. She was successful, forming a nearly perfectly circular blob, albeit sloppily, near the size of a fruit that would more or less fit in the hand of an adult. She made it grow longer, splitting the singular blob into two. Feeling bolder by the second, she merged the two spheres and spread out her palm. The movement caused it to spread out and freeze, forming somewhat of a blade. Telepyleia was shocked at this and almost had her hold on the frozen piece of blood severed, but she thought fast, leading both her hands to her cut and drawing more blood to connect to one of the ends of the red blade. With another motion of her hand, she froze the blood and formed a rod that attached itself to her previous creation.

She quickly held onto the rod with her two hands and let her hold on the now frozen blood go. She sat, panting heavily and somewhat dizzy from the use of her bending that she wasn't used to. However, that didn't stop her from looking at her creation with utmost delight and awe.

It isn't always about the power, a voice in her head tells her in realization. Sometimes all it takes is an understanding of the method and the right technique.

A scythe was what she now held in her hand. The blade was nearly as long as her hair and arched with a few jagged edges. The rod towered a foot above her and was starting to liquefy at the spots she had her grasp around, staining her hands. Noticing this, she quickly let go of the rod, letting the scythe fall, and attempted to wipe the blood away on the snow, turning it into water with the mere warmth of her hands. She looked at the scythe in front of her, contemplating on whether she should return the blood back through her wound, but then considered how she would even do it due to the body's immediate response to the loss of blood, letting the pressure and flow readjust, plus the blood would most likely be compromised by millions of unknown microbes. Tiredly, she willed her forged blade to fall back into liquid, letting her realize just how much blood was drawn. Well, it's easier to produce blood again rather than risk the rupture of a blood vessel.