Fractal Realm RP

       Edama entered the fray, into a portal that appeared beneath his feet, the effects were instant. He went down into the ground... which meant he went up, and sideways, simultaneously, through a sort of space he couldn't possibly comprehend. Darkness enveloped  his vision, and he felt like he was twisting, tearing, being watched even, it was enough to immediately put him on guard.

       Then, suddenly, all himself at once again. He could see, but his sight extended beyond anything he could have ever possibly imagined, the vision of a thousand galaxies both spread outward in the grand distance, somehow visible. And yet it was beautiful in it’s own way.

       And that brought new life. Galaxies upon galaxies spread out to a flat plane, as if he were at the final destination of the universe, it was the shock and awe of it all that was getting to him that distracted as a mass was forming, it was a blank image of muscle and bone as it snapped together with a sickly crunch as it was slowly rising to meet his height. Edama could only stare.

       It was just as Seraphina described, it was... Himself, a more twisted evil version of himself that aimed  him.

       This other Edama had no life in his eyes... in fact, every part of his frame seemed as if it had been rotting away for days, months, even years. And, as the rotting, but it mimicked his every movements as it was Edama after all. Yet, it was not, its movements even though they were the same as Edama, there was an unnerving twitch in its movements and mannerisms, the words they spoke drowned out and invaded his mind, when idled their body twitched in various ways. It was only when it mimicked Edama was when it’s movements became more natural, almost puppeteer when it stepped forward, an excretion like mucus appeared... or was it blood? And then, he… no it spoke, no whatever it was spoke.

       "RELEASE US…" Those words reverberated in his mind something fierce, primal and sickly as he grunted and groaned to himself while sweat pooled at his brow, he had to fight this thing, he had to if he wanted to survive. “SaVee Usss.” He flinched at these words as he gathered up energy, he was told he had to fight this thing.

       The sickly doppelganger, the shadow of Edama twitched, their cracked bones buckled and repaired themselves, as he...no it strode forward, somehow seeming as if he were crawling despite walking straight ahead. His muscles twitched and pulsated with every breath, a decaying heart maintaining the abominable form.

       A breads of sweat rolled down his brow, he thought he was ready for this, so he attempted to steel his resolve by giving himself a false bravo, mimicking Letus’ mannerisms. He clicked his tongue, leaping backward as he allowed his aura to flare, then becoming a Super Saiyan. Then a second-stage Super Saiyan! He released a small breath as he steeled his resolve.

       "Very well, I’ll grant you your wish for death.”

       Power enveloped his body as he pushed forward, shooting out like  a bullet as he attempted to collide his boot, he was met with some resistance as he pushed forward ripping through the arm. “Ha!”

       "Not so sturdy, are you? I guess I'll-... what?!" He was unknowingly still mimicking Letus’ mannerisms as he was trying to hide his worries, but he paused, he watched as the arm he just tore off glorping back together. He watched in horrid details as the twisted bone morphed and back together while the sinews of muscle wrapped itself around the doppelganger’s recovered arm.

       Fear, was usually a foreign emotion to a Saiyan warrior’s mind, but fear was clearly there as he watched this. That fear quickly infected his mind twisting his vision as that increased the raising doubts in his mind. No was it his mind? He couldn’t tell as his memories were being rapidly altered, his experiences being overlapped with someone else’s...no this thing’s memories was trying to overtake his and meld it with its own? It was hard to explain, hell he didn’t even know when it happened to him, was it when he ripped through their arm beforehand?

Edama, no the doppelganger no, I...it...they were starting to meld together, what was two was now one and soon nothing as it was as he was warned he was in the mist of being overwritten, something that was forged from this realm was taking him over. And for a moment he was….calm, like he wanted this to happen. Gone was the Edama mimicking Letus and Aganon, all he had to do was let go, and it would be easy right?

No. Refusing to back down Edama in the thrones of his mind recalled why he came here to begin with once he recalled his home and those Saiyans who still needed his guidance.

       It took him some time to adjust, but when he did, he realized that he felt... alone. However, it was this that sparked his will once again, he couldn’t quiet understand it at first, but he was feeling something else entirely when his mind was being melded with that...thing, it was perhaps pity and something else, but he pushed those feelings aside, only one of them had to survive this. Using his rage as a catalyst Edama forced out the will to fight again He had to get back to Vegeta and protect that planet in the wake of Aganon’s absence after all.

Once again Edama, the Super Elite’s resolve was tested, and once more he allowed himself to nearly crumble, but like a wildfire he fought back as the bio-electricity stemming from his ascended Super Saiyan state flared up along with his fiery golden aura as he released a shock wave of energy pushing away the doppelganger's odd body away from him. “We...no I am Edama! And as much as I feel sorry for your existence, I have my own to deal with.”

       With blind rage and resolve his eyes. His power flared up allowing him to rapidly lay into the entity with reckless abandon, a blast of ki here and there until he was  left...alone. Once again he didn’t exactly know where he was, but he was alone away from everyone else in this Fractal Realm.  And he was met with silence. All he did was stare down at what was left of his doppelganger's body, watching as his face contorted into a pained expression then a wail. Even if he was a Saiyan he could never get this look out of his mind. So he stared, until he burned this image into his mind. He released a small breath, possibly noting the pity he was feeling before he turned away. He was here to train after all, but he knew he could never get...the image of his own face out of his mind.