Home, Home on the Waves, Where the fish and the octopi play.

[Brandon]

"I've waited 300 years... whats a few hours more eh?" He asked with a smile. He tried to calm himself down a bit, and the idea of going on a tour of the boat seemed the best way to do so. It was a fairly large boat, and Brandon wondered just how much of the boat was there to see.

"Sure, Id love a tour. I dont know exactly how long Ill be staying here though, I do eventually wanna rebuild my old home in the forest afterall. No offense, but theres just something about being on a floating house that is just a teeny bit unsettling. I do like my solid ground. HEh." He said, a bit embarassed.

[Ethan Snow]

"Heh, well I've had this boat about a year now and haven't had any problems with it." Ethan boasted about the craft's reliability. "Besides, you're talking to a guy that can manipulate water, heck, it's the reason I live on a boat. If something were to happen, I could just snap my fingers and the boat wouldn't sink... Well, it's a bit more complicated then that but you get the idea." the teen added and then stood up, leaving Mr. Brown on the other end of the secure chat client to do his work. "I figure you might ant to know where the bathroom is, even if you're only going to be here a day or two anyway, it's no fun hanging your fanny over the side." the boy continued with a smirk as he waved for Brandon to follow him to the spiral stairs leading down to the rear deck.

"Down here is the aft deck, another boat can actually tie off here if they wanted to, or if I had one, I could store a jet ski here. Mostly I just use it for storing deck chairs though." Ethan commented once they'd descended the stairs to the deck. He didn't stop moving though and headed right inside through the open sliding glass door. "Here's the living room, got a nice big TV on the wall between the sliders here, got a couple of comfy couches ad those two staircases there lead down below deck. It's all storage and mechanical stuff down there and a few guest rooms, but you'll be staying in the big one up here." Ethan went on as he turned bout, pointing at the mentioned features as he spoke.

"And since walls between the dining room and living room on a boat this size would be silly, you can walk right in here." the shirtless teen continued. "Got plenty of seating for guests and as you can see the kitchen is a real one, not one of those mini things you see in campers and RV's. And walking strait on through here we have the main bathroom on the left, ad on the right this door is to your room. You've got your own half bath in there." Ethan stated, stopping in front of the door to the guest room and finally breaking long enough to give Brandon a moment to speak.

[Brandon]

Following Ethan around the boat, Brandon was surprised when he revealed his ability to control water. "Oh really? Your the first other human I have encountered that has an elemental ability. We must have a sparring session someday, Id like to see the extent of these water powers of yours." He said with a soft smile as he continued to follow Ethan on the tour.

Looking into the various rooms, Brandon was quite impressed with all the living space and amenities that the vessel had. He thought the ship was big before, but now, after seeing most of the interior, the size of the vessel did not do it justice.

"A ship like this must of cost a small fortune. Im surprised it doesnt have its own Video Game Arcade yet." He said, with a soft chuckle. "Or its own Postal code." He added, as he slowly stopped chuckling on his own jokes.

"It must be great to live on a boat in this day and age. No lights to cloud up the sky at night.... Man, you must have great views of local meteor showers and eclipses. Then again, in the forest where I used to live, the night sky is pretty impressive to.... though, hard to see the stars all the time with all teh fairies flying around..."

[Ethan Snow]

“Heh, well when the war started, I sank my brother’s and my whole construction budget into it.” Ethan responded. “We didn’t have a school to rebuild anymore and I couldn’t find him, and well, they were going to be looking for me, so I saw nothing wrong with taking to the water so I couldn’t be found.” the boy continued. “And it’s not really that big, only about seventy five feet. More like a house on the water, you know, a house boat.” Ethan chuckled after spelling out exactly what the boat was.

“And yeah, now that I don’t have to worry about directing the resistance or getting hunted down anymore, it’s nice to sit out on the top deck at night, and the day too.” Ethan went on, then waved for Brandon to follow him further down the hallway, pointing to the stairs on the right.

“Those go down to the other two guest rooms, and this door…” Ethan continued, leading the way to the end of the hall. “…This one is my room. We also have the front door to the bow deck, and right there is the indoor helm, just in case the weather is too nasty to drive from the one outside.” Smiling he turned back and leaned up against the door to his room. “We could go out on the bow deck if you like, or mosey on back up to the upper deck and see if Mr. Brown has come up with anything… Oh! Hold on a sec…” the boy interrupted himself and opened the door to his room, stepping inside.

While Brandon had been provided with a nice pair of pants, he still needed some proper footwear. To that end, Ethan went to his dresser and started to rummage around for a pair of socks and then into another compartment to see if he had another pair of shoes he could offer the shirtless man. Of course it was a given that Ethan wasn’t going to offer him a top, first because the only one he owned was for his suit and second, why on earth would he?

[Brandon]

"I wouldnt mind sunbathing a bit..." He said with a bit of a smile as he looked at his skin.

"If only we had recorded readings of the surrounding orbit, Id be able to find out what might of caused this...SEVERE Vitamin D deficiency." He added as he chuckled a bit at his own joke. But then again, Brandon still didn't recall what caused his skin to lose its pigment completely.

When Ethan went to search for some footwear for Brandon, He sat down in the stairway held out his hand. Focusing some energy, what looked like a orb of pure blackness with a watery texture appeared in his hand. While it rippled like water, if Ethan were to see what Brandon was doing, he would be able to tell it wasnt water at all. A dark purple mist slowly seeped from the orb, and just... floated above the floor of the boat.

[Ethan Snow]

Finishing rumaging through his drsser, the shirtless teen finally located a pair of runnin shoes he hadn't used in a while. He wasn't sure if their feet were the same size as frankly the teen's gaze hadn't wandered much lower then Brandon's torso, but it was worth a try, otherwise the only other option would be a pair of sandles. Popping back out of his room, the boy took a moment to locate the other young man, not seeing him in the hallway initially. He headed towards the kitchen, thinking Brandon might have gone there but stopped short when she spotted the other male's black hair and grey skin in the stairwell leading down to the lower deck. Turning back and crouching down at the top of the stairs, Ethan only then spotted the other shirtless young man idly playing with a sphere of that strange, black smoke he'd exibited earlier.

"Having fun?" he asked, more so to announce himself. "Should be careful with that stuff after what it did to the grass... Here, I found you some socks and shoes. Hope they fit." Ethan continued and stoob back up, holding out his free hand to help BRandon up.

[Brandon]

Dissipating the sphere, Brandon reached up and took Ethans hand, helping himself back up. "Thanks, though I think only my blood rots stuff it touches. I dont honestly know what happens if someone else touches my raw energy." He said, as his eyes looked at the pair of socks and shoes he had picked out for him.

"Thanks again. I think the socks will fit fine, but the shoes do look a bit small, but we wont know until we try them on. I should of asked Rascal to beam a matching pair of shoes and socks on me when she made my pants. Hahah." He said as he laughed a bit. To change the subject, Brandon was curious as to whom defended the planet now, since so many years had passed.

"So Ethan, Does Earth still have powerful fighters at all?"

[Ethan Snow]

Helping Brandon up, Ethan stood back in the hallway so the other young man could step back out of the stairway and then held the footwear out for him as they spoke. "Heh, as I recall she was a little surprised you only ended up with pants. Maybe she was more used to changing her own clothes then other people's. With that kind of wardrob malfunction, she could have accidently burned off what was left of your clothes. Heh heh that would have been interesting..." Ethan started to joke but paused and cleared his throat, trying not to turn himself back on again. Thankfully Brandon changed subjects for him, asking about Earth's defenders.

"Ah, heh heh, well Earth is still pretty well defended. We just fought a war to kick the Saiyans out of our system. And not to put too fine a point on it, you're looking at one of the best." Ethan replied and once the footwear was handed off, folded his arms up behind his head and tensed up his compact, but still impressive physique. One thing hadn't changed in a long time, Ethan was and still is a show off.

[Brandon]

Taking the new footwear, Brandon listened to what Ethan had to say about Earth's defenders, and that he was 'one of the best'. That made Brandon a bit suspicious of Ethan, since He couldn't sense energy levels yet. So he had to rely on looks, and even by comparison, Brandons own shirtless body looked far more battleworn then Ethans.

"YOU are one of the top fighters?" He asked in disbelief. "I hate to say it Ethan, but I kinda find that hard to believe. You have no scarring, bruising or any signs of damage. Your too flawless to of been a fighter.... Then again, I can't really talk. I look like I've been through a FEW wars already, and yet I cant remember much of any of it. Pretty sure I didn't get scar's over nothing though..." He said, as he quickly attempted to slip on the socks and shoes. Brandon was right when he said that socks would fit him, but the shoes were a different matter.

They were indeed too small, but when Brandon tried to fit himself into them, the black smoke that he had emitted earlier from his sphere seemed to soak into teh shoes, and turned them black, as well as making them seem to grow in size around his foot until they managed to fit in comfortably.

Looking at the shoes wide-eyed, Brandon looked up to Ethan as the remaints of the mist dissipated. "OK, THAT is new... I cant conjure clothes like Rascal can, but it seems I can alter existing clothing to fit me."

[Ethan Snow]

Standing back with his arms folded behind his head in a showy pose, Ethan waited for Brandon to try on his new shoes while they spoke. He wasn't surprised the other young man didn't think he was a fighter, most people just thought Ethan was a beach bum at first glance, which to some extend was true. And while his body didn't harbor any outward scars, such a metric wasn't accurate to determine if he was a fighter, as he'd never engaged an enemy that used bladed weapons. "Haha! Oh, too good looking to be a real fighter eh?" the boy teased. "Heh, is that your way of saying you want a demonstration, or are you just hitting on me?" Ethan went on and held his pose while Brandon finished fiddling with his footwear.

It wasn't lost on the shirtless teen that the shoes weren't fitting and he was afraid he'd have to run back inside and try to dig up a pair of sandals, not that he even though he owned any. However with just as much surprise as the other young man showed, Ethan watched as Brandon's smoky  energy enveloped the tightly fitting shoes and transformed them, both in color and into a more comfortable fit. Looking back up the teen chuckles and responded. "Hah, you could make a killing in a shoe store. One size fits all."

[Brandon]

"And probably any other clothing. But thats not a half bad idea though. I do need a source of income." He said with a laugh before giving Ethan a strange look as the teen joked about a demonstration, or if he was just flirting with him.

"A Demonstration? Hm... Like a Sparring match perhaps?" He asked. He felt partially excited to see some combat after being out of the loop for so long, but Brandon knew they were on a boat, and not much room to do any sort of physical activity like he was thinking about. "Um, Unless you have an inter-dimensional transporter on board, I dont think we can spar on your boat. Haha." He added, as he looked at the teen and felt like suddenly surprise punching the teens gut. But that thought reminded him of his friend from his earlier life.

"Ya know, my friend Hyede was just as flirty with me as you were, if I recall correctly." He said, rubbing his chin in thought.

[Ethan Snow]

"You could go into tailoring." Ethan replied when Brandon commented that he could probably manipulate clothing other then shoes. The subject finally shifted away from footwear though and fully onto the possibility of a sparring match between the two shirtless young men, although 'young' wasn't exactly accurate. Ethan was truly young, still a teenager, Brandon on the other hand was an adult, suspended for three hundred years or not he was still a man, especially considering the differences in their build. Such a match would more aptly be termed as being between a man and a boy, but Ethan wasn't going to be picky, he was fine being called a boy as long as it wasn't intended as an insult. Getting his thought back on track though as Brandon spoke, he noted the man didn't wish to wreck the boat, which was commendable, the craft had already seen too much violence on his birthday. Before the teen could reply though Brandon went on, commenting about how Ethan and this Hyede guy seemed to share the same flirtatious streak.

"Hehe!! Hey, what can I say? I get a lot of people drooling over me, so why not have fun with it?" the shirtless teen replied, keeping his pose for a bit loner and showing one thing he did not share with Brandon's old friend, this teen had a little bit of an ego. "Anyway, we don't have to do it on the boat, I can fly us over to one of the other islands if you want. Then we can go a few rounds, I'll show you I'm not just a pretty boy and we can come back and have dinner. How's that sound?"

[Brandon]

Nodding to Ethans suggestion, Brandon liked the idea of using a small island for their sparring grounds. "Preferably one with tall trees or stones. If thats possible." He asked, though to Ethan it may seem like an odd request. But then Brandon spoke again to put Ethan at ease, "Might need some shaded areas after we spar and its absurdly hot out."

But the mention of dinner made Brandon stomach growl. Chuckling to himself, as some of his fuzzy memories slowly cleared up, reminding him of some of his shadow based abilities, and at quite the convenient time as well. "And Ill show you that even though Ive been asleep for 300 years, give or take, that Im still as dangerous as I was back then...atleast, I think I was dangerous back then." he warned Ethan, but his serious look then turned to a silly one as he burst out laughing.

[Ethan Snow]

"Heh, more like you'll need cover from me." Ethan chuckled after Brandon's commented about wanting to use an island with trees on it. "But sure, there are plenty around here that fit the bill. Come on." the boy continued to turned to head to the front door leading into the bow deck. walking out onto the deck and to the opening in the railing, Ethan one leg out over the water and formed his board, then stepped fully into the ethereal construct and held out a hand to help Brandon up. "Hop aboard and we'll see how dangerous you are." the boy stated with a smirk.

Once the two shirtless males were on the flying board and Brandon's arms were secure around his middle, Ethan tool off over the waves, skimming the surface of the water as he flew towards one of the smaller islands in the local group. Made to order, this one was less then a mile across but had a particularly dense coups of palm trees occupying it's center, though the surrounding beach was a featureless expanse of sand, with no boulders in sight. The flight was only a few minutes, taking them around the bulk of Metropolis Island to the intended little islet. Setting down on the nameless beach, Ethan dispelled his board and left the two standing on the warm sand.

"And here we are." he stated, holding out his arms and presenting the rather picturesque locations while also letting Brandon leg go of his torso.

[Brandon]

Brandon knew what it was like to ride his board, so when he stepped on, he took Ethans hand and held on while Ethan sped off towards the island that fit Brandons description.

Once his shoes hit the sand, Brandon let out a sigh. "Maybe we should of left the footwear back on the boat eh?" He said, as he took of his socks and shoes, and stuffed teh socks into the shoes. Feeling the warm sand inbetween his toes was a welcome change, and felt rather nice. "Ooo, that is nice and warm. Soft to, not like the sand I messed up on my crash landing eh? Heh." He said, as he smriked at Ethan.

"So, how do you wanna start this then? Do we just go at it?.....The fight I mean, the fight." He asked, feeling a lil bit embarassed.