[Thread PL: 4,792] [HWs equipped, reducing PL to: 1,198] It had been about 10:00 AM, still morning time, and Collan had just been coming out of a store with many buckets of paint. He had gotten them to re-paint the interior of his ship that he had just got a few days ago. I mean he COULD have just asked the people he asked to make it to do it how he wanted it. But he didn't want to wait too long for the ship to be finished.
He had started to make his way out of the North Capitol. Walking down the street, as he heard many of the citizens just chatting. Today was probably one of his better days. No people trying to trick him out of his money, no sausage thieves, and now Jormu-...Jor. You know, even though he absolutely hates Jormungandr, he kind of misses her some times.
It WAS thanks to her that Collan had an even stronger motivation to become a hero. So he could thank her of that, and there was that one time they did fight together. To save multiple lives, including the one they were fighting. Maybe he should do something for Jor, but only this once. Just so she doesn't think he's fine with her doing what she wants.
But right now, Collan needed to focus on getting back to his ship. Marcel Law Alright, you wanted a thread, your getting a thread.
Marcel thought that Bamboo Forest during the night was pretty chilly, but this.....this place took chilly to a whole other level! The hybrid walked down a sidewalk wearing black peacoat, a white long sleeved sweater underneath, dark blue jeans, and brown timberland like boots, an unusual attire for the man along with wearing his hair out instead of having it in his typical small ponytail. He stuffed his hands into his coat, and exhaled, watching the visible mist escaping from his mouth.
"Why is it so cold....?" he mumbled to himself. Despite having a high tolerance to spicy things, heat, and even alcohol apparently, possibly a result from his odd genetics, Marcel still had a problem with the cold. Why? He had no clue. Perhaps it had something to do from the race of demons his father came from, or maybe because of his Saiyan roots? Are Saiyans even bothered by the cold? Or he could just simply hate it like most Earthlings. He was going to have to get use to such temperatures anyway if he's planning to explore every inch of the planet he wants to protect, which is what brought him all the way out here.
The hybrid suddenly stopped, lifting his head up a bit as he sensed an above normal power nearby. It felt lower than his, but it was still way above the citizens who resided here. He turned his head to see a white haired male holding paint while walking down the street. As he looked at the man, Marcel had a brief flashback of walking in the middle of the road back in Satan City, almost getting hit by a car then flipped off by the enraged driver. That moment...wasn't something he was really proud of, but it still didn't compare to the women's restroom incident...
"I don't mean to intrude, but are you aware that you are walking in the middle of the street?" Marcel asked as he made his way to the spiky haired stranger, his red, black slit eyes focusing on him.
He continued on his merry way, until someone had approached him. This man had black hair, and very medieval like clothing. He also seemed a little older than Collan. But what caught Collan's interest the most is the red eyes this man had. But it wasn't as strange as what the man had asked. "Ummm...of course I'm walking on the street? Like all these other normal people?" Although Collan did go to school, he loses common sense sometimes when too focused on something.
He then realized what he was doing wrong, and stepped onto the side walk. Turning to the man. "Sorry about that!" Collan shouted, continuing his walk back to the ship. He didn't have time to worry about this, he needed to get a move on. "This is going to be the best ship ever...!" He whispered to himself.
Marcel tilted his head a bit at the strangers comment. No one in there right mind should be walking in the road especially with cars around. His eyes then began to wander, seeing that a few others were also on the streets, not as much people as on the sidewalks however. People really needed to watch where they were going, even if they had the strength to tank a direct hit from a vehicle.
"Ah, no need to apologize. Just like to look out for people." he said as he returned his attention to Collan. The hybrid was about to walk off in the opposite direction, until he overheard the strangers whispers. Did he hear him correctly!? He turned his head back towards the male. "Excuse me." he fully turned his body around. "Did you say...ship?" he asked, a bit of excitement hidden underneath his calm tone. Ever since he saw Shemha's ship, Marcel grew a liking to spaceships, researching a bit more about them. He dreamed of getting one someday so he could explore the galaxy...and possibly figure out where his mother went. If this stranger had a ship, then it must mean he has also traveled to different planets just like Shemha. Oh the amount of things this stranger could share with him!
"Again, I apologize for the intrusion."
(Marcel isn't wearing a medieval attire btw o: Unless that's how Collan sees the peacoat, and stuff, then it's cool. o:)
Before Collan could get too far, he stopped. Realizing this man had heard what he said. "N-no, it's fine. I actually do have a ship. But at the moment, I'm using it more as a home. Saying as how I don't really have anywhere to go." He didn't know how he felt about someone being so excited about a ship.
That's when an idea came to Collan. "I was actually brining these paint cans to change the interior walls of the ship. Perhaps you might want to help out?" Obviously he wasn't forcing him to do it, but help would be appreciated. Also just letting this man see the ship didn't seem too bad. But whether or not the man said yes or no, Collan continued to walk.
But if he had said yes and followed Collan, he'd begin to ask a few questions of his own. "So...I see you've got a decent level of energy. What's your name?" The he was around this man, the more he got interested. Yet at the same time...he wanted to stay away. He felt a vibe emit from this man, it was similar to Jor's in some way. He didn't why or how, but he just...felt it.
He didn't point it out though, or ask anything like that. He just kept walking on. (Sorry, it's just that it's hard to not think medieval when the images for your character come from that, and since that's what the series more leans to).
The demonic hybrid stood there, and listened to the stranger. Back then he would've thought that it was odd that anyone would use their ship as a home, but then again he also thought that ships only had enough room to fit one to three people, and could only be used for flying. Of course seeing that red Majin's ship changed his entire view on that. However, even if he did still think that way, he shouldn't be one to talk since he resides in a forest, living off the land since he doesn't know how to function well out here in civilization
"Oh, I would love to help." he said as he started to walk towards the stranger, speeding up a bit to catch up. Although he spends most of his life in the wilds now, he is still no stranger to some civilized things due to previously living in a house with his step father and birth mother. He'd help his step father paint the house from time to time when needed, so this shouldn't be any problem.
As he finally made it next to the man, he listened to his question while pulling at his coat collar a bit. He still wasn't use to such modern clothing. "Ah, how rude of me. My name is Marcel." he said, placing a hand on his chest before doing a small bow. "It's a pleasure to meet you. What is your name? The power I sensed from you is also impressive." he commented, now looking forward as they walked. Despite it being lower than his, or how it seems, it was still higher than anyone else here, and he did not want to be rude.
"Well then Marcel, as for me, I'm Collan. Also you don't gotta be so modest, I'm not even at my full power." He moved his scarf to show a very tight white under shirt, underneath his black long sleeved shirt. "This thing is lowering my power." He then covered it back up, continuing to walk. Until about 10 minutes later, it would finally be there.
The moderately sized ship would sit there, as Collan simply flew ontop the shi[ and waited for Marcel to get on. He knew with his power he could probably fly on, if not jump onto the ship with him. Once he did though, he had opened the door to the bridge heading inside and closing the door behind Marcel.
The hybrid nodded his head some, as Collan introduced himself. He then started to talk about how he wasn't at his full power which caused Marcel to tilt his head a bit until he just remembered that Ki Suppression was a thing. It was something he had just learned recently from Ayumu sensei, so it would only be natural for him to forget so easily. But then Collan showed him that it was something else entirely. Marcel raised an eyebrow at the clothing trying to figure out how a pair of clothing his lowering his power...Then that's when it hit him.
"Weighted clothing..." he whispered to himself. It was something he'd heard about in the path, and briefly talked about by Ayumu's friend, Hana. It lowered your power when worn, but could help greatly in training. It was something the hybrid would definitely have to get one day. This also brought up the question, how strong was this Collan person really? He could just be like Ayumu who completely outclasses the hybrid in strength....but that didn't matter now, because they have arrived to the...
"Ship..." Marcel whispered once more with a bit of amazement in his tone as he looked up to the ship. The design was amazing! Again disproving all the things the hybrid thought about ships. Marcel didn't even realize Collan flying up at first as he was still too busy quote on quote, eye humping the ship...
Once he finally realized, Marcel shook his head a bit to get out of his little trance before flying up to where Collan went. "Your ship is simply amazing, Collan." Marcel praised as he followed him in. "By any chance, does it have a name?" he asked, remembering that Shemha's also had one, so he thought it was something all ship owners did.
"Yeah, I actually do have a name for it. I call it...The Kirin." Collan thought the name was amazing, he thought it had a boom to it, like a thunder clap. He moved forward, leading Marcel to the first room, that being that kitchen. The fine white walls surrounding the area. "This is where we start." He set down all the paint cans.
"This is probably going to take a while. So you better be ready for a whole lot of work." He went into a cabinet, pulling out a few brushes and rollers he got from his parent's house. Dipping one brush into a navy blue paint can, ready to get to work. He immediately started on one of the walls.
Although this was going to be hard work, he knew it would be worth it in the end.
Marcel just stood there to let that name sink into his head. He felt that the name fit the ship well. He was curious about this pattern he saw with people placing The right before the name. Was there a purpose to it? He then continued, following Collan into the...
"Kitchen?" he questioned as his head looked around the area. This definitely was a kitchen...inside of a ship. He thought having a lounge within a spaceship was impossible, but this!? Could he also have a bathroom on this vessel? Collan did say he was living his ship, but the hybrid assumed that he got his food from a nearby restaurant, or something. Marcel took a deep breathe as he attempted to keep his cool.
The hybrid began to stretch a bit as Collan spoke again. From how big the ship looked, he already had a feeling that this may take some time, so he'd might as well loosen his body up some. He then walked over, and picked up a brush, and dipped it in the same can before staring on another part of the wall. By the end of this, he might end up with paint all over his coat since he was too distracted by the ship to take it off...It even felt warmer in here, but he still didn't realize the coat, a similar thing that happened on his day out at the beach...
"By the way, Collan. If you don't mind me asking." he said as he continued to paint, his eyes focusing on the wall. "Is there any specific reason for the "The" in the front of your ship's name?" he finally asked. "Why not just call it, Kirin?"
"Why the 'the'? Well I mean, there isn't any important reason. I just think it adds more 'umph'...you know what I mean?" He continued to pain his wall until he about finished it up and slowly floated up to be to the roof. He knew that the quicker he got through the kitchen, the quicker he could get to the last two rooms.
He just continued on and on, more focused on the work than anything. (This has officially become my thread of short post. X3)
With an eyebrow raised, Marcel listened to Collan's explanation, stopping in mid paint for a few seconds before continuing. "Umph?....I suppose that makes sense." he added before dipping the brush back in the bucket. He then walked off to another wall, and began to paint it. As he did so, the hybrid's eyes continued to wander around the kitchen. "I'm still surprised that this ship actually has a kitchen." he remarked, turning his head up towards Collan.
As his eyes laid upon the male, he began to notice something about him that he didn't realize the last time he picked up on his power. There was an aura he was giving off which felt...Saiyan. Marcel has felt this particular aura a few times, so he knew it just had to be it. The problem was, that this guy's hair was white, and eyes blue in color. There was also the absence of a tail. The hybrid's paint strokes slowed as he continued to think about this. "Another question." Marcel continued to paint at a regular pace. "This may sound weird, but where were you born?" There was no doubt that this Collan guy was also a hybrid....or a pure blooded Saiyan with some kind of....color defect....
"If you don't want to answer then I understand." he said as he turned his head back to the paintbrush, quickly stopping with his eyes widening some as he finally realized that he was painting the fridge the whole time.
"Where was I born? Well here on Earth obviously. Where else would I be born? I don't look like a Namekian or Arcosian do I?" He said sarcastically, as he continued to paint the roof of the room. Collan hummed to himself as he did, not paying much attention to Marcel's progress. (Or his mistake).
He just floated back down, and moved on to the next room, the bathroom, while whistling to himself.
"You'd actually be surprised with where most people come from." Marcel managed to say in a calm tone as he stared at the paint on the fridge, his face far from calm. "A lot of people end up being born in the most oddest of places due to some pretty crazy things..." he glanced over as he noticed Collan making his way to the bathroom.
Once he was gone, Marcel rummaged around, looking for a cloth to clean off the stain before Collan could notice, but alas...
There was nothing....
What Marcel would do next would be really...questionable. After taking a good look at one of his hands, Marcel sighed softly before slapping said hand onto the fridge, attempting to rub the paint off. Instead, it ended up spreading...Marcel's eyes lowered as he began to think about how stupid his idea was, and proceeded to face palm himself, getting paint onto his forehead...This was not his day.
"Collan." he said in a somewhat annoyed, embarrassed tone. "If I were in need of a towel, or cloth, where could I find one?" he asked, trying his best to act as if there was nothing wrong. He continued to look through drawers, and such in the kitchen as he waited for an answer....only to get more paint on everything that shouldn't have paint on it thanks to that one hand....
The hybrid just froze up at this point...not knowing what else to do.
Collan, not even looking at Marcel. Just casually answered as he began to do some work on the bathroom. "Well, here obviously." He grabbed a towel and tossed it behind him, letting Marcel use it to his pleasure. But as he continued, he felt like something was wrong. He quickly shrugged off the feeling, thinking nothing bad could really happen here.