SSJ rp

Lorn smiles slightly as he looks around then just sort of stands up, waving his hand to excuse himself. “I’ll be back in a bit… just… gotta think.” He turns around, his face falling slightly as he begins a slow walk away from the small group around him. The sand around him kicks up, a faint trail of yellow sand flying past his vision. Lorn blinked, realizing he’d walked for a while now. Staring at the sand carried away by the gust of wind. He looked towards the sky, closing his eyes…. Then he opened them again to the blistering cold around him. “WHO ARE YOU?!” The words rang out in his mind, as he leveled his eyes to Kail’s own. He remembered he was being lifted just above the ground by the super saiyan’s hands, burning blue eyes staring into Lorn’s. So he shouted his answer…. But now, he couldn’t hear himself. That memory seemed so far away. What was that he had told him? That he is the light in the darkness? What a joke…. It’s like a match trying to light up the bottom of a ravine. He was barely even there, so hard to notice, so easy to miss. He blinked, and the scene before him had changed. He was staring at Kaizen. So hard on Lorn, yet so diligent in training him… and raising him as well. “I don’t want to fight anymore.” Is what he had said. So Lorn had sworn to fight his hardest, so that his mentor could have his wish…. But now, his power was useless… he’d failed Kaizen when it most mattered. Gritting his teeth, he shut his eyes again, shaking his head to do away with the memory… and when he opened again, he saw himself…. Flying away after being hit by Kail. Ah, this fight. Lorn smiled; he’d wanted to relive this fight for a while now. That he gets to see it like this is probably the best he’ll get. Kail had been hard on him…. Demanding Lorn kept his weights on while Kail fought him at the height of his power, in the legendary form. He fought so hard…. Every time he should’ve gone down, he got back up again. Then he was beaten down, but he pushed himself up again… over and over… Far longer now than the real battle ever lasted…. He narrowed his eyes… with every clash of their fists, golden sparks came off him, the Lorn that was fighting currently. With every hit, a torrent of power whipped against his spectating form. So he began to walk forward, hand stretching out, trying to grab hold of those sparks, that latent power….. only to be pushed away in the next clash. Rolling back to where he began, he laid there for a moment. What was he really looking for? Did he want this power for others? To make Kaizen proud? To make his request come true? Lorn stood again, and pushed onward, reaching out once more, being hit by the next wave, being pushed back… but not off his feet. He stared back at those golden sparks… did he want it for himself? Did he have something to prove? He pushed onwards again, reaching out… another wave of power hit him… but he didn’t budge, gritting his teeth and closing his eyes as the torrent threatened to tear away at his skin. No…. he knew who he was…. He grabbed at the sparks, the soft glow becoming solid to his touch, a raging, golden inferno rising from his hand. He WAS that light in the darkness. A mere spark to the ungodly void that surrounded him. He’d do away with it…. he’d push away the shadows around him, and give the people of this world hope, someone to look up to, someone to surpass. Even if he had to burn himself out to do it. Even if he’d fade away. All he had to do was…. Ignite. Back at the desert, away from the snow, the fighting, the memories, there was a spark of golden thunder tearing through the sky. His skin burned, his blood burned, his mind burned as the golden glow in his hand tore its way through his arm, and to the rest of his body. The sand around him began to flow in circles as his veins tightened, showing through his skinned, threatening to burst. His eyes burned, the dark hues being imbued with the blue of the sky above him. The sandstorm that surrounded him seemed to come alive, expanding outwards as power forced itself out of his every pore. It’s as if the golden grains around him attached themselves, his hair losing its dark color, replaced by a gold to match the sand around him, and the sun above. The sandstorm, visible for miles around slowly undid itself, faint winds heading in all directions like a ghastly reminder of the events transpired. At its center, a massive crater with a single, glowing spot at its center. Lorn hugged himself close there, fearing that his body would really tear apart, killing him. He slowly opened his eyes again as the pain faded… and he saw his hands, the golden glow upon them…. And with great joy, he screamed to the heavens. The sound of a once-forgotten soul rejoicing at this renewed chance to prove to the world that even the damned can seek redemption.