A Coma?
Kaye sighed, hefting her messenger bag that now housed her laptop, phone, charging cords, and multiple types of merchandise from the Marvel Universe, and which it had gained over fifty pounds throughout the course of the day. If she hadn't been quite so fit, after working out nonstop to make sure she made an acceptable female Black Panther, then she wouldn't have even been able to lift it after the long and tiring day she had had.
However, even the feeling that her feet were going to fall off, did not wipe the smirk away from under her mask. She had managed to make an almost exact replica of the Black Panther suit, with the only difference being that it was not made of vibranium. She had instead used a sort of metal mesh with LED lights. Although because it was metal, it weighed more than her cloth one at home, she was much more impressed with this one and was extremely pleased with her decision to wear it to the con.
She glanced at the remaining tables that she hadn't stopped at, and then glanced at her phone for the time. She sighed once more; it was probably a better decision to go home and come back tomorrow than to try to finish all the tables in one day. She might miss something extremely important.
Suddenly, her attention was caught by the oddest of sounds, a small meow. All the other sounds in the very crowded con seemed to fade away as the meow echoed around her. She looked around, searching for the source of the sound, and soon caught sight of a small back cat.
Everything seemed to fade away as it stared at her. It meowed once more, and then turned and scampered off.
Without a second thought, she ran after it. She chased it through the halls of the building, up flight after flight of stairs, that if she had been in her right mind, she would have known did not actually exist in the building she had started in.
Suddenly, she caught up with the black kitten. It was standing on the ledge of an open window. She slowly walked over to the kitten and watched as it stepped over the window sill, disappearing from view. Shocked, she ran to the window and looked down. She saw nothing but the street and frowned in confusion.
She glanced around for a few minutes and then sighed. She turned to head back and was instantly thrown out of the window by a black blur.
Her only thought as she fell was I knew I should have checked out the rest of the con first.
T'challa sighed, there were more poachers approaching Wakanda, and he had to take care of them once again. All he had wanted was one relaxing day off, but instead, he had received a group of poachers and another headache.
He looked over at Shuri and Okoye. "Ready?"
They nodded and he leaped from the plane, throwing glowing spheres that landed on the trucks and shorted out the engines. He landed on one of the trucks the panicking men had fled and began to take care of them (and by take care of he obviously meant completely destroy...they had ruined his day off, after all).
Suddenly, a flash of purple streaked across the sky, and a black figure began to fall from the night sky. The figure landed on its feet in a crouch, next to the last remaining man, and stood up straight almost instantly.
The figure was revealed to be female, wearing an exact replica of his suit! The man next to her shook himself out of his stupor and tried to grab her to have a hostage. However, she simply punched him in the nose, and then kicked out at where his legs joined. The man let out a strangled scream and fell to the ground.
The girl sighed and adjusted the messenger bag that T'challa noticed for the first time. She looked around, glancing at him, and then nodded. "Coma nin has man taste. T'challa na-erui."
T'challa stared at the girl who was wearing a female version of his suit, who he had distinctly heard say his name, although he did not understand the rest of her words.
"Um, Shuri, who is this? Why does she have my suit?"
The female lifted her head from where she had been inspecting her bag.
"Ah, I apologize. My name is Cadence, but my friends call me Kaye. I have a suit because I made it. I'm here because Bast sent me."
Kaye felt as if she had been falling for years. So not death, but a coma then. That's fine. I wonder what I'll see in this coma.
Suddenly, there was a flash of purple, and she fell right through it to land, crouched, on the ground, next to a man.
She stood up instantly and glanced around without moving her head, trying to find her bearings in this coma-induced dream.
Suddenly, the man next to her tried to grab her, and she punched him in the nose and kicked out at his crotch. He fell to the ground with a strangled scream, and she felt a sense of satisfaction that her lessons had paid off.
She had already realized where she was, and she was quite happy. "Coma nin has man taste. T'challa na-erui." She deliberately spoke in elvish so that he couldn't understand her.
Although this was definitely a coma-dream, she had absolutely no intent on being OOC. She was going to try to act as much like a normal human being and not a fangirl as possible.
Suddenly, she remembered her messenger bag and quickly looked through it to make sure everything was still there. Thankfully, it was, and she sighed in relief.
She looked up when she heard T'challa peak in Wakandan, thanking her lucky stars that she had fallen in love with the Black Panther movie/culture and learned it. "Um, Shuri, who is this? Why does she have my suit?"
Although she couldn't tell him the truth of why she was here, she could definitely tell a good fib. "Ah, I apologize. My name is Cadence, but my friends call me Kaye. I have a suit because I made it. I'm here because Bast sent me."
Ok, so maybe not such a good fib. She sighed to herself. Why are you so awkward?
*Coma me has good taste. T'challa is first.
The author does not own anything except for her OC. She does not even own a cat. :( I don't remember what the fanfic was, but I got this idea from a story on this website. Sorry for not being able to credit the story. Anyway, thanks to the amazing author who inspired this fic.