::|| The Terrible Two ||::
"Road Trip Pt. II"
"Ok, all two of you can stay calm just get the hell out of my seat, ok sir? Ok, thank you," Lynx said, marching into the cockpit of the plane she had just been orbed to. The two men in the chair swiveled around and looked at her, making faces of disgust as Pyro entered after, a little less flamboyant about his appearance.
"What the hell? Kids?" The pilot said. Pyro groaned.
"What?" The co-pilot, a much younger man asked, looking worried. Pyro backed away from Lynx.
"He shouldn't have said that," he said.
"I'll say whatever I want to a couple of dweebs like you two!" he said, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a small device. Lynx growled, looking supremely pissed off and would have lunged at the pilot if he hadn't pulled out the box.
"What is that?" she demanded. The pilot grinned.
"It's a present from the Bush Administration, a little beauty called..." his grin faltered slightly as he thought for a moment. Then he snorted. "Forget it, I call it a Shock Blast Thing!" Pyro whistled.
"Well Mr. Crazy Deranged Pilot Guy," he said seriously. "I think that's pretty impressive and we are just little kids so we'll be going now and leave the both of you to return to your homes in the mental institutions in Kansas, alright?" The pilot looked confused, turning to the co-pilot.
"Kansas?" he said. "I thought we were in Kentucky..." The co-pilot looked shocked.
"Uh, are you ok?" he asked. The pilot shook his head.
"No," he said, turning back to Pyro. "But you mean the rest of what you said? Really and truly?" Pyro snorted.
"Hell no!" he said.
"Call me a dweeb!" Lynx yelled, picking up the cockpit door she had ripped off the wall and smashing it over the pilot's head. Lynx growled and threw the door aside as the pilot crumpled, stamping her foot on the dropped Shock Blast Thing and smashing it into a million pieces. Then she looked at the co-pilot.
"Are you crazy?" she demanded. The co-pilot turned white.
"No," he said in a squeaky voice. "Take the plane, I don't want it! I don't even know that kook!" Lynx smiled evilly.
"Ok then, Pyro and you can carry this fat lump over to the hatch thingy," she said, walking out.
"Oh man! Why do I have to?" Pyro whined.
"Because," Lynx growled. "You'd rather keep all of your limbs, correct?"
"Correct!" Pyro said immediately, helping the co-pilot pick up the unconscious pilot and carry him to the hatch, which Lynx had opened. At the count of three they threw the pilot out after rigging a quick parachute to his back. After that was down Lynx turned to the co-pilot.
"Shame," she said.
"What?" The young man asked nervously.
"That I had to do this, you're cute," Lynx said, shoving another parachute into his hands and then shoving him out the door.
"AIIIIIIIIIIIIII!!!" he screamed, but the scream was cut short as Lynx shut the door and looked at Pyro.
"How was that?" she asked.
"We're not high enough for them to make that," he replied.
"That's ok, we're flying over an ocean now, I saw it up ahead. Come on, let's turn this thing around!" Lynx said running off to the cockpit again. Pyro looked at the hatch again and groaned, following Lynx.
*****
"Are we there yet?" Pyro asked, looking out at the black night. It had taken them about and hour to figure out how to get away from the ocean and fly back towards the United States and now they were headed to where Lynx thought California was, explaining that she needed to get to LA for no reason other than she was banished from every other state, growling "banishment? That's so midevil ages."
"No." Lynx replied, her feet up on the control panel and sometimes hitting buttons, while reading a magazine she had Pyro orb up for her. Pyro nodded and sat back, reading his own magazine.
"Are we there yet?" he asked a second later.
"No," Lynx growled. Pyro nodded and was quiet for another three seconds.
"Ok, how about now?"
"NO!" Lynx roared. "Just shut up and leave me alone!"
"But when are we gonna be there?" Pyro asked. Lynx groaned.
"We're there when I say we're there," she said.
"When is that then?" Pyro demanded. Lynx threw up her hands and sat up, swinging the chair around.
"Why do you care so much?!" she said.
"Because... I'm hungry."
"Ah!" Lynx cried, standing up.
"Sorry," Pyro grumbled. "Just trying to look out for myself."
"What?" Lynx snapped. "Do you know how stupid and immature that sounded?"
"Kinda, yeah," Pyro said, shrugging. Lynx shook her head.
"I give up," she said, sitting back down and resuming total boredness position, picking up her magazine and opening it again. Pyro frowned.
"Are we... close?" he asked, having the rolled-up magazine hit him in the face as a response.
"Road Trip Pt. II"
"Ok, all two of you can stay calm just get the hell out of my seat, ok sir? Ok, thank you," Lynx said, marching into the cockpit of the plane she had just been orbed to. The two men in the chair swiveled around and looked at her, making faces of disgust as Pyro entered after, a little less flamboyant about his appearance.
"What the hell? Kids?" The pilot said. Pyro groaned.
"What?" The co-pilot, a much younger man asked, looking worried. Pyro backed away from Lynx.
"He shouldn't have said that," he said.
"I'll say whatever I want to a couple of dweebs like you two!" he said, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a small device. Lynx growled, looking supremely pissed off and would have lunged at the pilot if he hadn't pulled out the box.
"What is that?" she demanded. The pilot grinned.
"It's a present from the Bush Administration, a little beauty called..." his grin faltered slightly as he thought for a moment. Then he snorted. "Forget it, I call it a Shock Blast Thing!" Pyro whistled.
"Well Mr. Crazy Deranged Pilot Guy," he said seriously. "I think that's pretty impressive and we are just little kids so we'll be going now and leave the both of you to return to your homes in the mental institutions in Kansas, alright?" The pilot looked confused, turning to the co-pilot.
"Kansas?" he said. "I thought we were in Kentucky..." The co-pilot looked shocked.
"Uh, are you ok?" he asked. The pilot shook his head.
"No," he said, turning back to Pyro. "But you mean the rest of what you said? Really and truly?" Pyro snorted.
"Hell no!" he said.
"Call me a dweeb!" Lynx yelled, picking up the cockpit door she had ripped off the wall and smashing it over the pilot's head. Lynx growled and threw the door aside as the pilot crumpled, stamping her foot on the dropped Shock Blast Thing and smashing it into a million pieces. Then she looked at the co-pilot.
"Are you crazy?" she demanded. The co-pilot turned white.
"No," he said in a squeaky voice. "Take the plane, I don't want it! I don't even know that kook!" Lynx smiled evilly.
"Ok then, Pyro and you can carry this fat lump over to the hatch thingy," she said, walking out.
"Oh man! Why do I have to?" Pyro whined.
"Because," Lynx growled. "You'd rather keep all of your limbs, correct?"
"Correct!" Pyro said immediately, helping the co-pilot pick up the unconscious pilot and carry him to the hatch, which Lynx had opened. At the count of three they threw the pilot out after rigging a quick parachute to his back. After that was down Lynx turned to the co-pilot.
"Shame," she said.
"What?" The young man asked nervously.
"That I had to do this, you're cute," Lynx said, shoving another parachute into his hands and then shoving him out the door.
"AIIIIIIIIIIIIII!!!" he screamed, but the scream was cut short as Lynx shut the door and looked at Pyro.
"How was that?" she asked.
"We're not high enough for them to make that," he replied.
"That's ok, we're flying over an ocean now, I saw it up ahead. Come on, let's turn this thing around!" Lynx said running off to the cockpit again. Pyro looked at the hatch again and groaned, following Lynx.
*****
"Are we there yet?" Pyro asked, looking out at the black night. It had taken them about and hour to figure out how to get away from the ocean and fly back towards the United States and now they were headed to where Lynx thought California was, explaining that she needed to get to LA for no reason other than she was banished from every other state, growling "banishment? That's so midevil ages."
"No." Lynx replied, her feet up on the control panel and sometimes hitting buttons, while reading a magazine she had Pyro orb up for her. Pyro nodded and sat back, reading his own magazine.
"Are we there yet?" he asked a second later.
"No," Lynx growled. Pyro nodded and was quiet for another three seconds.
"Ok, how about now?"
"NO!" Lynx roared. "Just shut up and leave me alone!"
"But when are we gonna be there?" Pyro asked. Lynx groaned.
"We're there when I say we're there," she said.
"When is that then?" Pyro demanded. Lynx threw up her hands and sat up, swinging the chair around.
"Why do you care so much?!" she said.
"Because... I'm hungry."
"Ah!" Lynx cried, standing up.
"Sorry," Pyro grumbled. "Just trying to look out for myself."
"What?" Lynx snapped. "Do you know how stupid and immature that sounded?"
"Kinda, yeah," Pyro said, shrugging. Lynx shook her head.
"I give up," she said, sitting back down and resuming total boredness position, picking up her magazine and opening it again. Pyro frowned.
"Are we... close?" he asked, having the rolled-up magazine hit him in the face as a response.