Thread: AVATAR: An Icy Burn-Out (BennyQ/Sketchyequine)

Rikkar. The name resonated in the air around the both of them as they stood close to one another. It was certainly a surprise to Zinni that he had answered considering he had denied her that pleasure earlier. It would be easier to scold him knowing his name. At the same time, it was a disappointment. Zinni was so hoping she could show the manchild she meant business early on in this game. Alas, she would not break her promise. No harm would come to the pigheaded waterbender is he cooperated, but that didnt mean she couldnt scare him a little. Zinni heated the blade with her own bending skill only to the temperature of a nice heating pad, then pressed the blunt side into the flesh of the waterbender. Seeing how he fidgeted and took labored breaths she knew he was afraid, even if he denied it. Being touched at all would be enough to make him jump even if she didnt hurt him. She was counting on that even though, in reality, the temperature of the blade might even feel soothing in different circumstances. She grandly trailed the warmed blade downward over the captives washboard and her eyes followed suit admiring his body as she remained careful not to even come close to cutting him. This body, when healed up, must be a marvel to see. They bred them well in the water nation. Good. Zinni said simply, removing the blade entirely and replacing it with the palm of her free hand cupping the mans waist where it appeared the most painfully bruised. Again she heated up her hand while cradling his wound to the temperature of a soothing heat pack one might use to soothe aches, and she held it there offering him relief rather than pain. Was it kindness she was showing him? Or was she giving him false hope? Only time would tell. If you cooperate with me then this session might actually be pleasant for you. At least as pleasant as it can be. She assured him as she tucked the blade away into its scabbard on her hip. With one hand still cupping his waist and providing it with a comforting warmth she reached up with the other to pull his tunic off of his head and away from his face gifting him sight and fresh air. She looked up at him from her position standing maybe a foot away from him with her hand comfortably planted on his flesh. Zinnis amber eyes stared into those of the tribal man as she watched him catch his breath. He had nothing to fear in that moment even if he didnt believe it. It meant Zinnis honor to keep her promises. My name is Zinni. She offered, voice fairly soft as they stood in the firelight. Both Ze and Milo had wandered off to find better grazing leaving the two people alone in each others company. And I dont have to be the girl that hurts you. I could just be the one who transports you. She offered. The tricky bit of this interrogation was that she had no way of knowing what this man knew. She knew not his rank or abilities. He could be the lowest ranking of the group they took down and she could be wasting her time. Or he could be captain like her and know everything. She was going to have to catch on to whether he was lying or not and quickly. Seeing his face would be her best indication. Withdrawing her hand from his body, Zinni stepped back increasing the distance between them. From there she just looked at him. The fury in her eyes had dissipated and her pinched expression relaxed as she just eyeballed the waterbender wordlessly. What do you know? She wondered. Well. He at least knew his own history. Your boat came from the southern Water Tribe, correct? She stated, already knowing the answer. How long have you been studying bending with your people? Weeks? Months? Years? When did you learn bending combat skills? Her voice was soft as her eyes traveled to the fire and she turned her back on her captive. She did want to hurt him right? So why was she hoping he wouldnt make her have to? Were you classically trained as a soldier for your nation, or were you simply drafted for this war because you could bend?