Thread: Who You Gonna Call?  (ThomasRHellsing x Applepoisoneer)

Bryan nodded as he said, The original proton packs were each almost 200 pounds. The upgraded packs were close to a thousand. Luckily it's got a K-Frame on it. Like soldiers use to carry their gear in the older days. That and the weight distribution doesn't make it TOO bad. But that's why the Ghostbusters aren't super nimble. We're pretty much turtles. As technology has advanced the packs have gotten lighter, but my pack is still heavy enough that I need regular messages. Dr. Stantz has complained about slipping disks from time to time. He nodded to her as he said, It's one of those things that's pretty simple to learn, but hard to master. Of course, the pack is harder, the more advanced model, the more work you have to do. Switching between firing modes, alternate firing styles, knowing when to vent etc. Bryan nodded and headed back inside. He spoke quietly, In my experience, most ghosts have a sort of Lair, a place where they spent all of their time. This isn't one hundred percent true, but most specters fear or respect higher level spirits. For example, the head doctor Schultz was his name right? Anyway, he'd be scary not only to the patients, but to the nurses to some degree. So, they would avoid his area. The weaker spirits would probably be bound to a place, unless one of the stronger spirits manipulated them. Like the Head Nurse Ghost and her chains. Be careful, the stronger a ghost, and the deeper their ties to the Ectoplasmic universe the more they can manipulate it. For example. As they stepped into the wing where the criminally insane were kept the lights flashed and the sound of a massive current filled the air. You could almost smell the ozone. As the lights cut back on, a ghost was standing their, howling at them. It was one of the gorier ghosts, dozens of deep cuts oozing ectoplasmic blood. It's face with a carved smile. It's throat cut as well. The Rookie swore and stepped back, slipping on rotted wood, he drew his thrower and fired a double Shock Blast, the shotgun esk particles of dark matter made the ghost vanish. Only for two dozen scalpels to rise in the air on either side of them. Bryan's eyes widened as he used his pack and his body to shield B.B. hissing as he said, Bonus about the suit, Kevlar lined. He tore one of the scapels out of his leg, and arm, they hadn't gone deep because of the protection, but they'd managed to draw blood. Bryan snarled as the lights cut up again, flicking his head to lower his goggles he fired and the ghost howled. Diving for cover he said, Ok B.B., I think his ecto shielding is down enough let's throw a capture stream on him and. Rookie swore as a second spirit slammed into him. Knocking him into the ground. He rolled and swore as he scanned the second enemy in the room. This one looked like a large, muscular shirtless man, except the skin of his torso seemed to be alive, and sewn from other types of skin. The blond swore, if it wasn't a pain addicted serial killer, it was a cannibal. He spoke to B.B., You handle Slashey, I'll handle big tall and like to eat people. He fired a Boson Dart into the large ghost's chest. I was easily 8 feet tall, but the blast still sent it reeling. He began firing Shock Blasts, and Boson Darts until his pack was over heated. Venting it, he threw a trap, and fired a slime tether. Then another, and a third. The creature was too strong, tearing them, but Bryan then fired a capture stream, pulling the struggling creature to the trap. Finally it screamed and was sucked in. He turned to see how B.B. was doing.