Schizo: If I only had a brain...

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Schizo meets Lakar for the first time...

Logfile from Pokemorph.

Ampharos Movie Theatre - Outside
A large platform of concrete rises one step off the street as the front entrance to the theatre. Four smooth columns painted brown hold up the front overhang where the names of all the current showings are displayed. Under the shade of the overhang, two box offices stand in between three wide door entrances to the inside of the theatre. Posters hang on the yellow brick walls, showing off movies to come.
Contents:
Now Playing
Obvious exits:
(Through) the doors leads to Ampharos Movie Theatre - Inside.
(Cross)ing the Parking Lot leads to Pokemorph Mall Parking Lot.
Now Playing
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|| Planet of the Primeapes ||
|| Growlithes Vs Meowths ||
|| Safari Park III ||
|| Very Scary Movie 2 ||
|| Shreek ||
|| Dr. Doduo 2 ||
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Planet of the Primeapes plays again inside for like the millionth time. Still, people walk in and out of there as usual. Not a busy night, just a regular. Outside, two unmorphed Murkrow circle in the clouds overhead, squawking loudly. Speaking amongst themselves. One gives way to swoop down towards the theatre. The second follows. As they approach the roof, the stick out their feet and perch on their target upon the theatre. A raggedy old green scarecrow? "What did your dark crow eyes see, my friends," a voice calls. The Murkrow squawk and whisper into the scarecrow. "Ah, good," behind the scarecrow another green scarecrow approaches and kicks down the first scarecrow. The Cacturne-morph scarecrow knocks the immobile first scarecrow and cackles, "I don't even know why I had set that up." In any case, he looks over the ledge at the civilians below. "So... nothing to report... you say? Yeah, that's good." The Murkrow perch on the Cacturne-morph and look on downwards as well.
Two keen eyes look up to see the Cacturne, but only in passing. If only he could have seen moments earlier, when a scarecrow brutalized another. He would have enjoyed that; it would have been hilarious to him. Regardless, he sees one of them, and it's a scarecrow he's never seen. The Ninetales heads inside, and looks around for stairs to the roof. Taking full advantage of the fact that he is not only a PIA investigator /and/ there's no sign on the door that says 'do not enter', he promptly ascends, albeit rather quietly.
The Cacturne-morph smiles and starts idly shadow-dancing along with a random morph's car stereo. The stereo bumps a loud urban hip-hop track, causing the scarecrow to wiggle about creepily. The Murkrow pair squawk curiously as they stand on his shoulders. He waves his arms around like a rapper. He picks up the limp scarecrow mannequin and takes the sickle in his hand. Rather smoothly, he slashes at the scarecrow's head, causing it to lob off and fall down at the crowd below. He chuckles evily, "Fly my pretties. Fly. FLY!" The Murkrow take up into the sky again and swirl around behind him to scan the area again. "So much to do... so little time." He sighs and slumps, "...Wait, switch that around. I should've brought some trainees with me. Would'a been more fun. Wait... why am I talking to a dead scarecrow? Are scarecrows ever alive... Man, I'm losing it." He tumbles the rest of the body down below, slightly chuckling a little more.

"You're not talking to a dead scarecrow, you're talking to me. Are you sure you haven't already lost it, like me?" Lakar chuckles a little as he steps up. "What in the world are you doing up here?" and what's with the sickle? Sheesh, that's a bit scary. His tails swish back and forth, a little bit tense.
The scarecrow shrieks like a school girl dumped in ice-cold grape juice. "Who am I? I should be asking you... who am... you." He blinks. "Hmm... that didn't come out as dramatically as I hoped. Let me start over." He turns his back to the Ninetales and clears his throat. "Buhahaha. Call me..." He spins around, one hazel eye bigger than the other. "The unbelievably handsome and all-powerful... Schizo!" He begins walking towards the Ninetales-morph and trips over his sickle, quickly regaining his balance. "Gah. And YOU? Who are you supposed to be?" He points the same sickle at the Ninetales. "have you sought me out... to bring me news of my upcoming birthday party?" He continues glaring at him, though slightly with an interested smirk.
"Yeah, try that again.." Lakar says when Schizo messes up his line. "... But don't flatter yourself, you're not that handsome." he grins, then watches Schizo fall with a frown. "Wow, you look like you're having fun. You don't need any of my help! But please, try not to point sharp things at me? I like my outsides out," the fox says, "And my insides in."
Swishing his cloud white hair out of his face, Schizo starts to idly bounce in place. Almost as if he's dancing to some inaudible music. "Well..." He starts swaying side-to-side too. "Ain't that a downer. No b-day news." Schizo starts dancing in a wide circle around the fox. "Does that mean you're not coming to the party?" He starts spinning the sickle in his hands. Quite a circus act this guy is. "I'll even show you MY insides. I like my insides... OUT." He reaches into his neck and pulls out straw needles and sand. "Also... you didn't answer my question. Who are you and what are you doing up here?" His little dance of insanity continues, popping a breakdancing maneauver every now and then. And hopefully, causing Lakar to focus on HIM.
Lakar unfortunately stops to look around a few times. "I have no information about your birthday, no." this is risky, now. This guy might be trying to lure him into unawareness. Well, that's not working. "I'm Lakar. I'm just up here to see what you were up here for, because I was curious."
As the scarecrow continues his dance, his bodily needles have already begun to stick out. "Ah, Lakar." He makes a small mental note by actually playing out the action as if writing on an invisible notepad. "Well, what do you think of Team Rocket, sir?" He hasn't stopped swishing his feet around in dance, sickle still in hand. "Are they meanie-weenies? Or are you wanting to join..." He's about to say 'us', but, "THEM," he says rather strangely. His odd-colored eyed waver big to small, as his sickle spins faster, causing it to produce a spinning sound. Ooh, dangerous.
Lakar finds this far too obviously a join-or-die situation. And as any citizen is allowed, when in danger, he can defend himself! He does this in a rather unorthodox way, however. He jumps backwards, putting himself in the scythe's path if Schizo should continue along with his dance. "I know some bad people, I know some good people, but the organization itself is corrupt."

Corrupt?! Schizo maniacally comes into out-of-continuity laughter. One small blinking trinket is pulled out of Schizo's many pockets. He wants to play with this fox. The little trinket is eventually revealed as a little Vulpix bobblehead... grenade. Schizo wanks off the Vulpix's body from the enlarged head, and spits away the little body. "Question, Lack-Arrg..." He bounces the Vulpy-grenade in his hand. "What does a Ninetales yelp when hit by an exploding Vulpix head?" He lunges the grenade at Lakar, "Yakarasu!" The Vulpy-grenade detonates several moments after being thrown at Lakar... but heading towards Lakar from behind is Yakarasu, Schizo's Murkrow, already emitting a Confuse Ray at the fox. Pick your poison. Neither one is lethal, but it may sting a little.
The answer is apartently.. nothing at all? Lakar jumps backwards, twisting around as he does to make sure more non-vital things such as his tails are hit by any explosion shrapnel. Well, he should have attacked earlier. He sees the Murkrow at the last second before the Confuse Ray, and launches himself into the air with Quick Attack, a hand outstretched to grab the bird's skull. Even if he can't think straight, he can still set up an instictive clutch as soon as he gets his grip on something. And then.. Flambe!
Still twirling the sickle and dancing to his mute music, Schizo dances hardly paying attention to the chaos, merely feeling the results. He tips his cati-hat before launching the spinning sickle at the fox, bellowing, "Mikarasu!" The other Murkrow, Mikarasu swoops in with a Faint Attack at Lakar. Yakarasu however, isn't a lucky psyducky. Rather, he's a cooked goose. *floof* The Yakarasu is grabbed upon his skull, burnt but still emitting the Confuse Ray in all directions, hoping to multiply Lakar's experienced fear factor. So Round 2: the sickle or the diving Murkrow.
But one Confuse Ray is enough for Lakar. His hand heats up until it bursts into flames, putting a lot of hurt on the Murkrow named Yakarasu. Mikarasu has his job made easy, though. For the moment, the firefox is entirely blind, and is a little bit busy since he's in mid-air. Unable and incapable of dodging, a solid Faint Attack strikes him, and a scything blade shaves his left arm, leaving a few very weird-looking cuts. Bad time to be confused.
Finally, last round: Schizo runs up at Lakar with an insane cackle. You've never seen a sight such as that. A crazed green scarecrow cackling at a fiery fox. Then again, that's the world of the Pokemorphs. Mikarasu swoops away, squawking madly about how his friend Yakarasu is toasted. Schizo waits for Lakar to fall completely, hoping a litlle of the fear-inducing Confuse Ray had taken at least partial effect. "I was planning to deal with everybody down below, but perhaps throwing you off the building will be much more pleasing. One-on-one death is much more filling. I'll eat your BRAINS! The people down below can have the rest of you..." he isn't about to eat him literally, but those words have a nasty effect when on the Confuse Ray ailment. He slowly leans down to grab at the fox's throat. So how badly effected is Lakar? Not at all? Completely delusional? Let's see...

Lakar hits the ground fairly well. Landing is never a problem for him, even with his senses thrown off. His ears perk up as he tries to figure out what direction Schizo is coming towards him from.. But can't figure it out, certainly not before Schizo gets a throat-grab in. But true to his own style he still cracks a grin and says, "What brain?"
Mikarasu casts a Night Shade, smashing Schizo and Lakar beneath its force. Schizo grimaces as the pain comes. He lifts up the fox by manner of choke, "No fear, eh? Well, that's no fun. Especially with no brain..." He drops the fox. Schizo taps his fingers on his head. "Where will this scarecrow find a brain?!" He leans in on the fox. "Mikarasu!" The Murkrow swoops in and drops his sickle into his hands, switching direction to pick up his fallen comrade, Yakarasu. "Well, what'll make you wet yer pants, Laker? Losing a bball game?" He points the sickle at the fox's tails. "Perhaps if you lost one of your tails? I hear they're worth a lot on P-Bay these days." He lifts up the sickle, arching at the ready for a swing.
Lakar takes the hit along with his foe, at least. His palms begin heating up as he grabs the hand around his neck, but is dropped too soon to make his full attack. For a moment, this also disorients him. Until he finally realizes that this is, in fact, the floor. "Sexy girls make me wet my pants sometimes, but not fear." he quips, twisting himself over to show his eyes to Schizo. Ghostly light- a Confuse Ray- shines from them. Time to return the previous favor! Unless he's still a bit confused, who's to know?
As Schizo is inflicted by the Confuse Ray, just standing there with sickle in hand, he giggles like a bi-curious little Mr. Mime as he is inflicted. "Yum... give me another hit o' that..." He starts wobbling and coughing, "Whoo! That's some good sh-" He tumbles over the fox's many tails and cackles madly, "Oh hoohoo... dude, did you see that?! There's like... a million tails!" His still-able Murkrow squawks loudly, Schizo nods with his tear-jerked smile and launches needles in every direction, "Pin Missile? More like... Grin Missile... because I'm grinning!" The Murkrow head over the building ledge and dive off to a lower, safer place. Schizo continues to scramble to regain his footing.

Lakar frowns when his tails are tripped over. When he hears the order for an attack, he realizes what an advantage having a teammate could be in this position. But regardless, those Murkrow are simply no match for him, if he could bother focusing on them. His tails flick up, and lots of little shimmering pins get stuck in the wall of fur he's created. He tries not to grind his teeth together. That really does hurt, doesn't it? But the pain is made less, since he's a fire type. Soon, those pins will be nothing but ashes and the fox will simply have little pinpricks. For now, he uses his hands to get himself back on his feet, trying to keep his tails out of use. His palm is put forwards, and fire blazes out from it. Finally, a natural attack!
Well, all super-villains have to fall sometime, eh? "Oh look, a fireb-"*FLOOF!* *toast* Schizo is tossed all the way across the building rooftop. "Oh, dag." He coughs again, "That's some good stuff." He shakes his head, "Mikarasu! Yakarasu!" He giggles uncontrollably, probably still delusional from the confusion. In his best deep voice impersonation, he says, "Escape plan A-slash-Eff-dash-Kay." He then switches to Star trek, "Make it so." The Murkrow pair toss a trash bag of sand onto the area. Schizo gets up and uses his sheer will to cause the sand to burst out of the bag and create a small Sandstorm. The perfect escape distraction! Using a Faint Attack he whisks away from the current area, "That's it! I'm coming back for you punk! I like you... and you will supply me with new targets! ...somehow... Team Rocket, foreva-oof!" He again trips as he leaps off the building. Parting shots are still available.
This escape could have been perfect, if he hadn't bothered to talk. Already well versed in the art of jumping off buildings- yes, he's actually done this before!- Lakar gives chase through the scathing sands, leaping after the cactus. Hm. Cactus. This may not be the wisest thing he's done, in retrospect. But he does know how to slow himself down. He reaches for a flagpole on his way down, and... Today, we try something new. He grabs the pole, swings himself to go horizontal.. Then perfectly executes four flips before he touches the ground.. And he sticks the landing! The crowd goes wild! .. Well, if there was a crowd. Aww, that's no fun. Not enough people around to appreciate art. The fox twirls where he stands, and blows out a great burst of flame. Instead of heading towards the scarecrow-man, however, it splits in two, making a big 'v'. "I need to work on making that go all the way around, but it's just so hard to even get this working."
Unlike the acrobatic Nintales, Schizo takes his leave... rather unclimactically, he jumps dramatically (Err, yes, nobody tripped, *cough*) off and falls facefirst onto the awaiting Murkrow pair, hovering and ready to Fly him away. "Faster friends! Fly me to where the world ends..." Unfortunately, the Murkrow weren't expecting his fast freefall, so they twist and slam against the wall. "You foo-oof!" They bounce off the wall, as the whirling Sandstorm trails down and spills onto them like grainy brown rain. Schizo grimaces. "You birdbrains okay?" The Murkrow squawk in agony, "Good enough. Ack!" Shrieking like a Misdreavus banshee on crack, Schizo gets up as the fire surrounds them. Well... from the front anyway. The sand continues to spin around, causing a mix of heated sand. The sand buffets Schizo, but it also makes him quicker in dexterity and area of movement, taking advantage of his Sand Veil ability. Schizo wills the sand to Sand-Attack the fox, and then launches several Leech Seeds at him
"That was really pathetic, y'know?" Lakar shields his eyes. Sand hurts, doesn't it? Those birds are annoying. How is that other one even alive? Didn't he roast it? While he's busy thinking, seeds plant into the backs of his hands and forehead, vines twisting painfully around his arms and head as the life is sucked from him. Wow, that's new. He's never been hit with Leech Seed, though he knows about it, and is familiar with a good counter for it. Instead of launching attacks, he withdraws from the whirling sands o' doom, eyes full of flickering sky-colored streaks.

Striking a rather ill pose before reacting, Schizo maneauvers his pose into a fistpump. All he needs is a second to leech a few seconds of energy from the fox. Leech Seed would work better than Absorb on the flamer anyway. Indeed, the second Murkrow is toast. But now he is flattened as well. A fact that Lakar might be proud of. "That's right, I shall feed off your fiery soul." For the next few seconds, he relishes in the energy he steals. Suddenly, a car pulls up and starts bumping hiphop again. "Mikarasu!" The still-able Murkrow launches another Night Shade at Lakar, whilst Schizo concentrates on breakdancing in place with the "music". Old habits die hard.
Even when you're old. >_<
Lakar rushes forwards again, firing off his own Leech Seeds.. But not towards Schizo. They're launched at his Murkrow friend, who's occupied hitting him with another Night Shade. In a moment, the attack will be useless, and the fox will be feeding off Schizo's allies. Hah, take that, teamwork! And you too, logic.
The Murkrow continues in an ascending Pursuit dive towards the fox, but right before reaches the fox, he... *ploops* and falls to the ground. It just lays there, exhausted, energy drained. Schizo facepalms into his needled hand. "Ow!" Needles adorn his forehead now. The Murkrow, Mikarasu crawls over to his toasted brother, Yakarasu. Schizo frowns then and flails an arm. He smashes the window upon the car bumping its hihoppy stereo, causing glass to shatter everywhere. The owner of the vehicle glares at him in his driver seat. Schizo glares right back and Needle Arms his face. Just like in the movies, as soon as he is knocked out, the music stops for some reason. He sneers at the fire wave still in effect, "I hate fiery fire. It's too hot. Not like in the desert. The desert is... oh, wait. It's hot. The desert is hot! ...mmmm. Dessert. I like dessert. Hey, Lakar?" He waves a hand at him, "...wanna' grab a bite and continue this later? My treat." Beat that, logiccal thinking and common sense!
And, just because he likes this guy's style, the reply is: "Sure! Where at? I was thinking chicken for dinner, but icecream might be nice too, maybe a slushie thrown in for good measure?" he helps the guy that Schizo knocked out of the car, discretely showing off his PIA card. There's a little silent agreement between them at that point. This man will get his car back very shortly. "But let's walk, if that's alright?" he strolls right up to Schizo.. Then shoots Leech Seed at his back. If that hits, the two are even. No power transfer.. Just really weird looking vines adorning them both.
PIA!? Gah... Oh well. Schizo's hungry. And there's money burning (literally, thanks to Lakar's fiery wave) in his pocket. The Leech Seed smacks him in the back. He sneers and peers over to face Lakar. And then squints and chuckles, pointing and laughing overdramatically. "HAWHAWHAWHAWHAW!" Vines adorn the cactusman. He snatches up his Murkrow and carries them around. In his best "gangsta" look and voice, he tells him, "Let's roll, foo'."

"Naw, c'mon. Stay and fight. You're pretty good at it, really! I bet you have a lot of neat attacks I've never gotten hit with!" not about to let Schizo get away, either. Now.. Lacking his team, another Confuse Ray flashes from Lakar's eyes. He feels the energy get sapped out of his body by the seeds on him, and return in the same moment from his own, planted on the cactusman. "That's funky, isn't it?"
"Oohhh, yeah. FrEeaAkKyyy..." Schizo babbles as he drops his Murkrow onto a trash can, drool dripping from his mouth. In turn, the Leech Seed takes the energy he takes from Lakar... wait. Does that even make sense? "Well..." he stumbles, "I got this... Punchy punching punch that punches you, but oddly enough it doesn't taste like punch. Sad really. Punch." Schizo winds up the punch and swings at Lakar, using his Focus Punch and aiming for... well, whatever he can hit.
Well, Focus Punch hits last, and the user screws it up if they get hit. So the simplest and most eloquent plan Lakar can figure out is nothing more than running directly up to Schizo, thrusting his palms forwards, and blasting flames everywhere at the guy. Yep, a nice solid Flamethrower attack.
So as Schizo giggles uncontrollably and socks the fox, (hey that rhymes) he also rocks with locks, and has the strength to throw a box upon the docks. What does that have to do with the Focus Punch? Nothing. "HAWHAWHAW-OOF!" Okay, now... that REALLY hurt. Schizo bats at the fire still clinging onto his body and rolls around, "Geddim off! Geddim OFF!" The Sandstorm whirls stronger and buffets the area like a heavy sandy hail. During this time, Schizo Faint Attacks once again and grabs his Murkrow, "Let's do this guys, c'mon! FAINT... ATTACK!" The seem to disappear past the Sandstorm, yelling, "That's it! Lunch is on you next time, sucka!"
Lakar feels his body shake a few times as the sandstorm grabs him, and he shields himself against it. When he trudges through, Schizo is nowhere to be found in the darkness even after he lights it up with flames. The fox nods a little. This one did escape, fair and square. The vines clinging to his hands and forehead dry, wither, and drop to the ground, curling as flame easily consumes them when their creator is gone. "Well, I guess I'll be ready."