The Amazing Adventures of Storm and Cyra

Ch. 12 CyraxOliver

Cyra: Wolfie!! Yo wolf, I needeth to borrow something!
Wolf: What?
Cyra: I need to borrow your knife.
Wolf: Why?
Cyra: Reasons.
Wolf: I'm not giving it to you till I know.
Cyra: I told you why.
Wolf: Fiiiiiiiine, *gives knife* Lose it and Lose your head.
Cyra: Got it. *goes into the woods, and carves stupid stuff into trees.*
Storm: So, why're we here? *talking to Cyra*
Cyra: I'm bored.
* a shadowy figure watches them from The trees*
Storm: *stiffens, wings pop out and fluff up* Something's gonna happen!
Cyra: How do you know something's gonna happen?
Storm: Its my Storm Sense, kinda like a sixth sense.
Cyra: Ok, so what should we do?
Storm: Get a stick! Um, Hide under something? Hide above something?
Cyra: Well that's great advice *gets sarcastic when nervous, scared, etc.*
Storm: Well this didn't happen when my family and speicies died in a fiery squidy hell so it can't be that bad :D
Cyra: Wtf storm.
shadowy person: *drops down from tree with knife*
Storm: EEK ITS HAPPENING
Cyra: What is?
Shadowy person: *slides knife into sleeve* Hello.
Storm: EEEEK!
Cyra: *turns around punches the figure* What the hell man!
Person: Ow jeez I was just saying Hi.
Cyra: You don't just sneak up on some one, like that!
Person: Sorry, its a bad habit, like screaming at everything and punching people when they say hi.
Cyra: Don't start with me, Dumb Ass!
Storm: Twoshoes.
Cyra: It's touche.
Storm: Twoshoes.
Person: Names Oliver,
Cyra: hmph.
Storm: Derpy is best pony :D
Wolf: Storm, I told you to make sense.
Cyra: When did you get here?!
Wolf: No one takes my knife without being watched
Storm: Wolf has trust issues cus the closest thing to a dad Fang the wolf got shot by some stranger :D
Oliver: Okay then.
Cyra: Here, *gives Wolf back her knife*
Wolf: Ok your free from my monitering *polishes knife with random cloth*
Storm: I'm bored let's go get seafood.
Oliver: Can I come?
Cyra and Jack: No, Yes
Cyra: Perfect timing!
Jack: Thanks.
Cyra: I was being sarcastic!
Darkkly: When did jack appear
Storm: When was the doctor a pony?
Jack: That's terrible reasoning.
Doctor : Whatever let's just go.
Cyra: *face palms*
Storm: When did you become a pony and make "September" a real thing?
Darkkly: Storm don't be so month-ist.
*at the restaurant*
Storm: *stuffing face* Back in my hometown we always ate seafood cus we lived by the sea on a cliff, that also-
Darkkly: No storm no one cares about your backstory.
Cyra: Why did he have to come?*pointing at Oliver w/ chopsticks*
Darkkly: Because you let Jack come.
Cyra: *throws knife at Darklly* Can it Dorklly!
Darkkly: *turns into a can*
Storm: I don't get it.
Waitress: We're having a special on all alcoholic drinks today if any of you are interested.
Cyra: Alcoholic, as in beer?
Waitress: Yep
Cyra: 50 bottles please.
Waitress: Coming right up.
Storm: Can I try-
Doctor: *slaps hand* No, bad Storm.
Cyra: *passed out after drinking all the beer*
Storm:.... I CAN'T REMEMBER WHAT HAPPENED IN SEPTEMBER!!
Darkkly: Nobody knows what your singing I:T
Storm: WHEN EVERYPONY DIED
Jack: *slaps hand over mouth* No bad storm.
Oliver: So now what?
Storm: we go home and I eat cookies in the corner :D
Darkkly: I steal the doctors stuff.
Doctor: Okay, everyone into the TARDIS.
(1/2) Storm: Doctor, how'd you become a pony?
Darkkly: Id still be better looking as a pony
Oliver: Well I'm killing your friend now
Everyone: *completly ignoring Oliver*
Oliver: *dissapointment*
Oliver: *smokeball* *chains Cyra to a chair*
Cyra: *wakes up* The hell am I donig I chained up in a chair?!
Oliver: Long story short I'm an assassain sent to kill you.
Cyra: *laughs*
Oliver: *holds up gun* Stop laughing.
Cyra: Are you serious? *keeps on laughing*
Oliver: *shoots in head* Serious enough
Darkkly: Jeez you lost all personality.
Cyra: You can't kill me with a gun!
Oliver: DAMMIT STOP TALKING YOUR VOICE IS PRETTY
Darkkly: Aww assassains got a- *gets shot in head* Jeez bro calm down that hurts.
Cyra: I don't Wanna.
Oliver: Stop. Its making NOT want to do my job.
Cyra: It doesn't matter because you pretty much suck at it, I mean come on you don't even know how to kill your target. Talk about terrible employee.
Oliver: I've never encoutered a ender-ling, Changelings can be starved by lack of misery or in your case, Beer, and endermen die by water, but watering your beer did nothing. And Starving you is over my budget, plus not proven to work.
Cyra: Look everybody pretty boy did his research. So you're just gonna sit here and watch me die then.
Oliver: Of course I could try burning out your magic as they do with witches- no, I'm setting you free for... personal reasons.
Cyra: What?
Oliver: And its more of experimentation, or personal experiance
Darkkly: SHUT UP STOP BEING A NERD.
Cyra: Then I'm not leaving.
Oliver: *shoots gun at chain* Ok your free, * randomly polishes gun*
Cyra: *resuses to move*
Oliver: Why aren't you leaving?
Cyra: Because you want me to. And honestly it's annoying you to death, and in a way annoyance is suffering. You get the picture.
Oliver: I'm not annoyed, I enjoy your company, Shit why'd I say that
Darkkly: I read your mind and made you speak it :D
Cyra: Is that so? *starting to be amused*
Oliver: Maybe....
Cyra: *lauphs uncontrollably and slightly blushing*
Oliver: *blushes like a tamato*
Darkkly: *takes picture* Let's see, Cyra shall be saying- My camera!
Oliver: *blows smoke off gun* No. Just No.
Cyra: *pats Oliver on the back* Okay dude see you later.
Oliver: Ok?
Darkkly: Bai, *follows Cyra*
Ze end