Thread: Tyranny (Ryoka Sulfinare & Kaitou Cat)

Souta moved his way around the bustling road of many in the city. So crowded the city was that sometimes coming into contact with people was impossible. That alone was why Souta tended to keep off of them when he could. His powers of ice tended to create an icy aura around him when his emotions were not in control. Souta merely only had to be in a bad mood or angry for his powers to seep out. He knew how to use his power but he still required more experience to control them completely at his own will. The worse he was, the worse the cold around him was. Too much could potentially harm people. Some emotions didn't tend to trigger his powers though. Surprise would not trigger it, disappointment would not trigger it, happiness of course would not trigger it... it was mostly based, as far as he could tell, anger or grief which caused the power to erupt against his will the less he managed to keep himself calm. Souta kept himself to the side of the road, one for the fact it generally meant less people on one side that he'd brush against constantly, but the other for the fact he was eying vendors to the side of the road, looking for any food stands. He saw plenty and many assortments of foods of various fruits and veggies to assortments of nuts meats and even cooking ingredients. This wasn't the capital of the kingdom where the King was housed however, it was next to it. And thus, an assortment of traders all over, even outside the kingdom would come here. The King could not keep the citizens of other countries and kingdoms locked inside of his tyrant rule. They were property of other kingdoms. Although the King's greed was evident, he would not steal citizens which would most likely spark a war against him. Souta himself was sure that the other Kingdoms knew how much of a tyrant the king was. But as long as he behaved and didn't cause a trouble for them, they did not really care. There was only really two ways to get out of the King's grasp. And those were Join him. Get enough money as a trader, make the excuse to trade outside the country and flee. However, the chances of even being allowed to simply trade outside the country were slim. Most people had to leave their own families alone, leaving them up to their fate of the obviously flawed laws the Kingdom had. As long as you joined the King, you would be pretty much put above the laws with no effort and were safe from the King's grasp as long as you followed occasional orders and commands. Because it was so easy, there were so many soldiers which only added to the King's army and control. Thus lead to the problem that was now in place. Unless in a big city like this there was almost nowhere you could go where there were not guards able to watch you at every corner. The exception were a few alleyways like Souta had been walking in. Those were exceptionally dangerous to travel in, not because of a random thug passerby but because of a passerby soldier. Souta didn't mind though because inside the alleyway if such a problem did occur, he could easily escape via rooftops without making a scene and having a fleet of soldiers trying to catch him. Soldiers often times he had found would give up such a situation rather than making a big scene about it as long as it wasn't seen by anyone else. They would just most likely target a new individual. Souta's eyes flicked and he soon stopped a mistake as a line of people suddenly plowed into him and he staggered forwards which then caused a small ruckus behind him as everyone plowed into each other in a chain reaction. Hey kid! Watch it! Step off the road if you're not gonna walk! Sorry... he muttered absent-mindedly as he side stepped off the road. He headed his way to a fruit stand set up just off of the road, the merchant selling nothing other than baskets full of apples, oranges, pears, bananas, and an array assortment of berries and grapes was already dealing with a few customers. Souta walked up casually, to the stand, keeping himself casual looking as possible. He merely needed to touch any fruit with one of his hands preferably the apple. Any fruit would have done fine, but the apple was the easiest to get away with. An orange would be too, although getting into the orange's skin and peel it without a sharp object would prove to be a little difficult. Souta pretended that he looked at the apples, picking some up, looking at which apple he wanted -- it wasn't far from the truth from what he was doing until he did find the apple he wanted to take. They all felt ripe and were a deep healthy red, but the size of this one was a little bit bigger and it seemed more round than the others. Releasing just a tad of his power a nearly invisible string of ice attached to the apple from the middle finger of his glove. Souta set the apple down, as the string of ice stayed connected. Souta eyed a few more apples as if curious, but he slowly slunk away, much less to the vendor trying to coax him back, but Souta just smiled innocently and shook his head. The teenager then walked himself to the nearest valley, his eyes darting back to the thread of ice that was extending the further distance he walked. Only careful watchers would see the shine of his ice to those who were even aware of it, and even then it may not even look to odd. Looking back and forth to see if he wasn't being watched, Souta crouched himself down, before jumping up to a low roof building, grabbing the side of the roof with his hands, with a little grunt, he began hoisting himself up onto the roof. Once he sat himself down, he scooted back a bit and lay low to keep himself as invisible as he could to any potential person who may have looked down the alleyway. The teenager held his hand out now, and with a signal of his power the string of ice attached to his glove began to reel in. From a bit of ways from his position, the apple would have seemingly fallen over and rolled on the ground on its own. Souta waited a moment people may have potentially gotten interest, but would not stop to bend down to pick up the apple. After 5 seconds, Souta with a signal of his power again, reeled in the string as fast as he could. The apple from the fruit stand would be rolling at a ridiculous rate it would raise suspicion but nobody would find out it was actually him who stole the apple. It would roll in the exact path Souta had laid out with his string. He peeked his head out seeing the red fruit rolling into the alleyway now. He held his hand out and flicked his finger attached to the string as the apple coiled up around his backhand and flew straight into his palm as if it was like a yo-yo. With that accomplished, he released the power from the apple and moved himself back more onto the roof again. He sat himself upright, and with hunger now gnawing at his stomach worse seeing the food that was now in his possession, first dusting off the apple of any potential dirt with his other hand, he opened his mouth and took a crunchy chunk of the fruit.