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

Bryan nodded a bit, as he said, Sure Old Man, let's get you home, the grand kids will love to see their old man. Sorry I haven't been around much, work and the kids, I just haven't had the time. Maybe we can set you up in the new house somewhere. The emotion in his voice was thick. It was obvious that the man did empathize with the ghost. He'd nodded slightly to B.B. for sort of agreeing with him. Anything trapped in this sort of suffering was pitiable. A low heavy voice said, Where do you think you're going old man? A female spirit appeared, a thick chain forming from her hand around the old man's chair and form. She snarled, Nobody will ever come for you, now go back to your room, or do you need to be locked in the closet! Bryan drew his thrower, and fired a proton stream cutting the chain as he said, Nurse Hackhett, one of the worse head nurses this place ever had. A cruel sadist, raised by her mother, who had mental issues of her own. She saw anyone with even minor issues as unfit, a blight and took personal joy in tormenting them. Higher level spirits tend to bond, or hold lesser ones, feed off of their spectral essence. He spoke in a kind tone again, flicking his head to force the goggles off of his eyes. He'd slid them down when the chain formed. He spoke to B.B., Why don't you take the Old Man outside? Once he's in the car come back, and help me out. Something tells me we'll have alot more work to do once I've finished the old extraction paper work. The nurse howled and thrust out her hands, spectral chains grabbing and throwing desks, and other debris. Bryan didn't even pause as he charged forward, firing boson darts at other chains. Spectral forms became briefly visible, men, woman and children, with wicked curved spectral fish hooks inside of them attached to chains that attached to the head nurse. The nurse was smaller, with a loud howl she raised her hands and two massive blobs of black slime flowed up from the ground, forming a pair of Black Slime Golems had formed. Slime dripping off of them seemed to melt the very ground slightly like acid. Bryan smirked and said, Nice trick bitch, let's see how they like a present, straight from me to you. The ghostbuster pulled a Cylinder from the bandoleer across his chest. It was sort of siamond shaped, but black, and as thick as an apple, as well as flat on top and on bottom. He pulled a pin from on top and flicked a switch, tossing it between the three. It beeped. Beep... Ghost and Golems looked at it. Beep... The ghost snarled, GET HIM! The golems turned and began to move forward only for the oddest noise to echo, and lightly shake the building. Schlorp! The grenade detonated, throwing off a good hundred feet wide arc of green positively charged slime. Positive and negatively charged slime made the slime a neatural charge. In this case, it made the two black slime covered golems howl and it was like submerging them in oil as they steamed, the acidic black slime neutralized and weakened by the green slime. Bryan smirked as he then fired two boson darts into each Golem, The first obviously straining their forms, but the second blowing them into tiny pieces. The pack was shrieking a warning. Bryan hit the emergency vent. He'd casually stepped infront of B.B. before the grenade went off. The Nurse turned, only to suddenly freeze as Bryan used the stasis beam, and tossed the trap under her, stomping the activation pedal. The man smiled as Nurse Bitch was sucked into the trap. Collecting it, suddenly two dozen spirits became visible. Half a dozen nodded or bowed before going white with light and finding their place. However, the others while freed would require a bit more effort. He smiled at B.B., How about I take the old man out, and dump the traps, while you help these poor sods. Then come find me. Before we go any deeper, I think I'm going to give you some gear. We haven't even gotten to any of the heavily populated spirit wise areas yet. He looked at her, Also, a bit of advice, wipe from slime on your face. I know it sounds dumb, but positively charged slime prevents possession. Trust me, that sucks, alot. He began to move towards the wheel chair before saying, Oh, we should check out some time if your abilities can effect slime. If she could get a psychic reading off of the slime she'd find it extremely happy. So saturated with good thoughts and vibes it would almost be like getting a psychic contact high to a normal person, much less one as attuned to spirits as her.