Immortaily had it's glamours, but it wasn't all that people had made it out to be. He was the unliving it seemed, a lost vessel in the world. He didn't touch on the dual-personality part of his own story, where the angry "blank-slate" of a soul still existed within, fused onto his own. Until he knew what to do, no one would know. People would suspect something off about Gojinn, sure, but what was right about the man? He'd gone from being a no name, mid-carder to a confident and skilled competitor. He took that and ran with it, plowing through the competition, winning titles, and claiming the title of "King" after a huge victory over several top named veterans. It had been an honor, an honor he took and laid upon the roster. As "King" he quickly rose further, even capturing an Undisputed Title. He spiraled out of control, turning on every friend he had, running with the power he'd earned. Bragging rights only fell into the hands of victors, and he was certainly not one to pass that up. Making enemies of the entire roster, Gojinn had found himself alone, but above them all, challenging every single one of them.
And then he fell... And a part of him wanted revenge. A part of him wanted to storm through the DWF arena and slaughter every last person standing and living, or unliving...whatever the case was. That dark side...that power crazed side of him wanted out again, and it was fighting to escape time and again. More often than not, in fights, it escaped. He'd discovered the source of his blackouts now. Still- he would not reveal this to anyone, for fear of it being used against him in some way. He refused to lose himself to another that was just a copy, a fake. This was HIS world.
Still, here and now, he was alright. And now, he was standing before Viper, faced with a question.
I just came here to see how things had changed. I recall us being the best of enemies for some time. A small, dark, evil part of me-- had been in search of a fight. But I really just wanted to see if our grudge had passed. It has been some time, and being dead can change a persons feelings, I guess.
He paused, half-smiling. He hadn't meant to bring the mood down, but here he stood, telling her everything, and it wasn't a happy ending story. He was alive, sure, but changed and unsure of how that would affect things. He was scared. He was far more powerful than anyone imagined, and even HE knew it was hard to control. A being with so much power could do SO much damage. He had to remain in control.
As for your front door, not to alarm you, but it was easier than anything I've ever encountered. I'll give myself credit for new powers. It's not like many places are hard for me to access these days anyway..
