random jade dragon story bits

Convention Chaos PT2

After busting heads all day around the convention area, I went home to get some much deserved sleep. Little did i know that the next day would be more hectic than the last. So, on the early morning of the next day, I woke up to go to dragon con once again! We got there, and the day was relatively quiet for the most part, a few people going nuts with superpowers again, some people defending. I made quick work of the bad ones, and went back to what I was doing before. Finally, it was time for a big event, in which the leaders of the convention held a thank you event where you were invited to a stadium for free to hang out with the guests and stars for free. Of course, me, the mega fan and nerd extrordinair, would come to that! I wanted to have actual full fledged conversations with my heroes! I changed costumes that day, because the first day I was wearing a Stargate SG1 version of myself, and today I am wearing a handmade version of my actual Jade Dragon suit. (I made sure it didn't look too close to my perfect version, since I didn't want anyone to know it was actually me.). It had functional (ish) wings made from wood and pleather, and some other clothing pieces I found and remastered from goodwill, and a helmet I 3-D printed over the course of a week. Anyways, when I arrived at the stadium, I was amazed and how packed it was. I was walking around the stadium, looking for anyone I'd recognise. I didn't find anyone in that section, so I started walking towards the left end of the stadium. All of a sudden, BAM! I'd been hit in the head, regretting not using padding in the plastic helmet. I was falling, and I heard a woman scream "Michael!" And I instinctively looked towards the commotion. Something had happened to a person named Michael, and My eyesight went black. All of a sudden, my eyes opened and I was at the entrance again. What just happened? I got back to looking for people I would know, this time getting closer to where the commotion happened last time, and being more cautious about random knocks upside the head. I was surveying the area, and saw a name I recognized over one of the chairs. "Michael Shanks" it read, and a dreadful thought occured. I tilted my head down, my body got heavy, and I started walking, shakily towards the seat, and then it happened again, Whack, Bam, falling. I heard the scream again and didn't Dare to look. I knew who it was, and I knew I wouldn't let it happen again. My sight went blank, and I was back at the entrance. I booked it to his seat, and sat right next to his seat. Me, being 6'6 and broad shouldered, I must've looked like an Amazon sitting in the tiny stadium chair. I was nervously fidgeting with the little pieces on my gloves, and the molded plastic claws I had made with my friends Charlie, Tom, and Payton. I had painted them red, and some of the plastic was a bit looser in spots. I had to be careful not to break them, I was so nervous. Then he showed up, and sat down in his seat, looking me in the eyes, (or alteast the plastic white eyes i had hotglued to the outside of the helmet) then looked at the logo on my chest, and said "I recognise that symbol. Is that yours, or is it from something?" I smile so wide under my helmet, he actually rememebered my logo! "Yes! it's my logo! I'm suprised, i figured you wouldn't remember it!" I say, going to start another sentence, when I remember why I sat in the seat right next to him in the first place. I feel something, and the cat ears on my helmet twitch (i didn't add that on this helmet!!), and Michael Shanks sees that happen, and I extend the rickety wood-and-pleather wings I made around me and him, covering everything above the waist from the eyesight of the crowd. I hear a rip, and I speed myself up, as everything around me slows to a crawl. My face is burning up, and I'm not sure if it's just from the helmet having poor ventilation. "Oh gah this feels weird" I mutter to myself, putting one finger on his shoulder. He unfreezes, and he looks around. I grab the black kunai out of my wings, then put them back in their resting position, thinking about how I was going to handle this situation.  "Ok, so, do you recognize the symbol on this kunai? because I think someone is trying to kill you for some reason. I have no idea why, because you seem like a really good guy. Do you know why they are trying to kill you?" I say, barely finishing before he took the kunai out of my hands. "It looks like this is a kunai from the Tensho era, and it looks in good condition too! where did you get this?" he says, and jumps a bit as he looks at me again after staring so intently at the kunai, saying "Jeez Jade, don't scare me like that! Uh, what happened to your outfit?". I had noticed his left eye had turned a bright blue, reminding me of the stargate.... "um, can i ask your name and where you have been the past two minutes?" I say, a little offended that he forgot me in the span of  a few seconds. maybe it has to do with the eye color change? He tilts his head a little bit, and answers with a startling "I'm Daniel Jackson- Michael Shanks- Charlie Harris!" he says the names back to back, only noticing the three different answers after he finnished saying them. His eye color changed each time he said a different name, being a mid-tone blue for Daniel Jackson, a darker, almost navy blue for Michael Shanks, and a turqoist blue for Charlie Harris. I figured that something had happened when he got extremeley interested in the kunai, but how did he know my name? I hadn't told him the name Jade, and the suit, how would he know that this is a different one? Is this actually Daniel Jackson? I mean, i have visited the stargate universe, that is the only explination for him knowing who i am and him knowing that im wearing a different suit! Well, what a situation you've got yourself into Jade!  I think, realizing that I should probably do something about the, well, the "Michael Shanks being in possesion of knowledge and conciousness of two of his alternate selves." situation. I make a ring with 3 different shades of blue notches, each one reperesenting a different version of Michael Shanks. He looks on in amazement and fasination. I hand him the ring, and say "Ok, so there is a small issue, besides that someone is trying to kill you. so, what i think is happening is that you are pulling somehow memories and abilities from different realities, and this ring should let you controll it! this dark blue one is normal, and the light blue is Daniel Jackson, the teal is Charlie Harris. Here, try it on, and i would reccomend not taking it off." He puts it on, and blinks. "What just happened? I wasn't saying anything, but I was talking! Do you think me blacking out was their fault?" If I was drinking a glass of water, I would've spat the entire glass out on the chairs in front of us. I cough a few times, and say "I think so, yeah. I don't know how this has happened, but in my short time traveling the infi-verse, I've never seen anything like it! Has anything else weird happened besides the blackouts? There might be some particular reason this has happened to you." He thinks about it for a bit, and responds "I broke my right shoulder about a month ago, something fell and shattered it when i was taking  a morning walk. i went to the hospital and they put me in a sling for a few weeks. They didn't find anything though, just shattered bones. Also, whenever I am around cold stuff, like cold water and ice, it starts to get warmer almost instantly. I can also barely use electronics without shorting them out."  "Hmm. I gotta put on my real helmet for this. One sec!" I take off my helmet, showing him my face, but I didnt care, since he's seen it before. I get my backpack out from the seat next to me, grabbing the helmet , as well as another catalyst crystal that I had made earlier. I was experimenting with making more suits, just in case I found any more people with powers that I thought I could trust. I put on my helmet, and the HUD boots up, showing the familiar blue hexagons and the stat bars. I toggle the Catalyst Metal/ Jadeite scanner on my helmet, and my assumption was right. It showed concentrated traces on his shoulder, as well as some on his hands. There was a moderate ammount circulating in his blood as well. " Can I see your hands for a second?" I ask, he nods and I grab them with my plastic claws barely touching the sides of his palms. Very carefully, I examine his hands, dropping a ice cube on each, watching them melt off in what would normally be three seconds, placing a metal rod in each of his hands, and they come slamming together. He struggles to remove the rods from eachother, as I say "As I thought. Congrats, you are the proud weilder of superpowers. From the looks of it, you can controll fire and lightning, based on the ice cube, and the way the two poles in your hands are-" CLANG! The rods clatter to the ground, one now a different color than the other. "Aaaaand another. Ok then, add transmutation.... whelp you have three superpowers now." I look up from my typing, and Michael is just staring at his hands. "I know how you feel. When I woke up from my coma, you should've seen my face when I saw my legs! They were covered in White crystals. Anyways, we should probably figure out how to deal with your assasin." I told him a plan I had been formulating. "Won't that hurt for you?" he says, and I apreciated his concern. I nod, taking off my helmet and putting it back into my backpack, and making sure everything looks the same as before. I stab myself in the hand with the kunai, making it look like it hit me in the hand instead of it hitting Michael. I feel something happening to my hand, and I realize a little bit late, that it was poisoned. I slow us both down to normal speed, and put my wings back to normal on my back. I let out a pained groan, and Michael lept into action.  He put on a shocked face, and starts to enact the plan. he stands up, and hoists my arm over his shoulders. "Please move! I need to get her to a table or some other flat and sterile surface!" He starts to rush me down the stairs, and a person dressed in all black jumps down to the bottom of the stairs, from the balcony, blocking our exit plan. I adapt quickly, and I spawn a blue portal above, in between the ninja and us. I make a clone of myself, in my normal suit, and I transfer my consiousnes into it, jumping down out of the portal, protecting my actual body and Michael. I take out my two candy cane-striped  (one's black and blue, the other is red and black) weapon hilts, making two dagger blades appear on the end of each. Minimizing casualties, I would have normally gone for my sword and shield. I don't use daggers all that much, since i'm more trained in the art of swordplay. We clash, sending sparks around our fighting.  I say to Michael telepathicaly "get ready to move, i'm going to try something!" I leap, binding the ninja with my whips, which had just changed, slamming the ninja headfirst into the ground. "They'll be fine. I think." I say , as I pick up the ninja and run right behind Michael and my actual body. We book it to a relatively empty  room filled with tables. There's only one person in there, and he's focusing on his lunch. Thats ok, I can just do a little mind wipe there...  We bust through the door, hurriedly hoisting my body onto the table, clearing off some extra sharpies. I look at the man who was eating his lunch in solitary, and it was Misha Collins!  I quickly glance at him, then turn back and realise that it was Misha. I did a double check since I was so suprised. "Teal!" I yell, and Michael turns the ring to the teal color. His back imediateley straitens, and  I throw a silver disc onto his back. The silver envelops his body and settles into an armor, one I had spent oh so long designing. I smile, I hadn't imagined using it so soon. It makes me feel good when people like my work and my designs. He looks down at his hands, and then starts to remove the kunai from my hand. "by the way, just think about what tools you need, and the suit should make them on your hand." He tries it out, and makes a scalpel on his index finger. He starts to work on my hand, and he realizes it was poisoned. He swiftly takes care of the poison, injecting me with a solution of some sorts (idk what it is, i'm not a doctor) and the pain subsides. He sets upon fixing my hand and starts reattacthing muscle and repairing bones, and all that jazz. Once he's done, he closes up and turns back to me, saying "I did as much as I could, I couldn't completeley absolve the poison, sadly. I'm sorry."