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

The scarf wasn't helping. Barbra, better known as B.B. Bellingham, was used to the stench and detritus of abandoned buildings, but this one wasn't supposed to be this bad! The Shady Pines Home for the Mentally In Infirmed catchy title was set to be cleaned and re-opened as a museum. And they were going to do it all in less than a month? No sir! B.B. wondered if anyone on the FBI's payroll, or even the local police, cared at all that there were still patients' whose bodies were unaccounted for? Surely some of them must have escaped, but there were far too many given the circumstances to have just vanished. Toward the end of the 1920's, when the depression was at its worst, the hospital lost funding and took, what would later come to be called, The Pound Measure. Patients who were deemed hopeless cases were humanely euthanized and buried in the ever-growing cemetery to the side of the building. Mostly in unmarked or unceremonious graves. It was this horrific tragedy that fueled the off-the-charts level of paranormal activity reported to have ground the clean-up to a grinding halt. And that's where B.B. came in. She tightened her blonde hair back into a bun, adjusted her thick glasses, and re-tied the printed silk scarf around her nose and mouth. It was deep in the summertime, so she'd worn the watermelon-printed scarf, black capris and a quarter-sleeve light jacket over a plain blue t-shirt. Quirky scarves had become her signature apparel for the small crowd who would actually recognize her. But even her peculiar fashion choices couldn't protect her from the permiating smell of rot both biological and man-made.
Thread: Who You Gonna Call?  (ThomasRHellsing x Applepoisoneer)

Bryan Welsh, AKA Rookie ran a hand through his short brownish blond hair. His blue eyes taking in the sight of The Shady Pines Home for the Mentally In Infirmed, and shook his head. Mumbling to himself, Why can't it ever be haunted beaches? Or strip clubs. No, it's got to be the spooky ass sanitarium. Or was it a normal hospital? I swear, this job is always a bit depressing. Go to Horrible Place Number X, and bust the ghosts there., if it wasn't for the great health care I'd tell Dr. V to shove it. The Ghostbuster pulled his jump suit up, zipping it. He'd chosen The Second style jump suit, since he liked the darker coloring. He did some light stretching it was important. Carrying around a few hundred pounds of nuclear accelerator got old. It didn't help that most haunted places had a smell, and it was rarely a good smell. He checked the batteries in his P.K.E., turning it on he winced as just being this close to the place made the meter rise about mid way. Next he checked his ecto-goggles. Nodding his head as he saw slime stains he said, This is going to be one of those jobs I can already tell. The rookie moved to the back of the Hummer he used. Unlike the New York busters, Bryan was a bit freelance. Traveling the country, catching ghosts that caused problems. The truth was, unless massive paranormal spikes occurred, AKA a Vigo or Gozer event, having five or more Ghostbusters in New York was a bit over kill. He'd been given the option to open his own franchise, but he was young and wasn't in the mood to settle down just yet. The Ghostbuster pulled on his Proton pack. It had a few nifty add ons developed during the 1991 Gozerian Cult incident. But that meant it sometimes needed to be vented to cool down. Deciding it would make more sense to trust his ecto-goggles the rookie slid them on, holstering his wand for now. He raised up the P.K.E. meter and headed inside. Something deep in his bones told him he should have called in today, but he shook it off. He wasn't afraid of no ghost.
Thread: Who You Gonna Call?  (ThomasRHellsing x Applepoisoneer)

OOC damn, I was typing on my phone and somehow that extra In made it in there. B.B. didn't have much in the way of gadgetry. Just her and her bare psychic influence. She recognized that it was incredibly dangerous to pit her mind against spirits of all kinds, so typically she restricted herself to those that required a more human touch. Poltergeists couldn't be reasoned with. But those spirits who were lost, trapped, and generally benevolent were the most receptive. This was especially true of children and those who died without knowing they had, though she wasn't sure how many of those there would be. For all the other kinds of ghost the restless, the malevolent, the down-right aggressive, there were the Ghostbusters. It made her feel inadiquite to say so, but she had felt rather fortunate to coax one of the Ghostbusters to help her on this case. Even just waiting in the lobby, with her back against the conspicuously damp wall, she felt spiraling dizziness at how much paranormal activity breathed inside these walls. couldn't see through the boarded up windows or the plastic on the doors, but she did hear a car pull up and a door close. She stood upright and adjusted her clothing, fully expecting to be confronted with a well-seasoned, mature man of science. The little corner of her heart reserved for fangirl spasms hoped beyond hope that it was Dr. Spangler.
Thread: Who You Gonna Call?  (ThomasRHellsing x Applepoisoneer)

Rookie nodded to the woman as he came around the corner. Wincing a bit he said, This place is nasty. What exactly were you hoping for here? I can see, well alot of spectral illusions. Once we start grabbing the Small Fry, I'd be surprised if some of the Nastier ones didn't wake up. Honestly, place like this are alot like shitty apartments in jersey, fix one problem, and the next shows up. The Rookie Ghostbuster, lifted his ecto goggles, and offered the woman a rubber glove clad hand, Bryan, Bryan Welsh. You can call me Rookie. Everyone pretty much does. I have been waist deep in ecto-plasmic situation before. Saved the world a couple times. But so long as I'm a rookie I'm paid by the hour rather then a salary. He smiled a bit, You're B.B. Bellingham right? I don't pay much attention to the Touchy Feely sort of ghost hunters, but you're one of the few psychics the guys have found. I don't even want to imagine what you must be picking up here. Even I feel low level creepyness and I'm a super super low level empath. Just enough that I'll feel uncomfortable in places with alot of death, and suicide etc. Most people who work in this area have their third eye opened to some degree.
Thread: Who You Gonna Call?  (ThomasRHellsing x Applepoisoneer)

When the Rookie had revealed himself, B.B. felt her heart sink a little Of course she should have known it wouldn't be one of the originals. This wasn't exactly a problem of Vigonian proportion. At least they'd sent someone who seemed to know his way around a proton pack. He made a good point once she'd done all she could do, they were going to need it. She took his hand firmly and shook, cracking a smile at the phrase touchy-feely. Normally it frustrated her when people boiled her down to an image of a crystal waving hippy with too much time on her hands, but that wasn't the vibe she got from this one. Yeah, I won't lie I have had a really cold case of the creeps just standing here in the lobby. Something's been pulling me toward the basement, but unlike every horror movie heroine ever, I know better. She laughed quietly. They keep the strongest wine and spirits in the cellar.
Thread: Who You Gonna Call?  (ThomasRHellsing x Applepoisoneer)

Rookie couldn't help it, me chuckled at the Strongest wine and spirits in the cellar comment. Bringing her knuckles to his lips he gave her a gentle kiss, Enchanted Miss Bellingham. And well, my Aerator will help with that. He winked at her. Tensing suddenly as Slam Slam Slam Slam echoed through the compound. The sound continued getting closer and closer, until suddenly the door and the arches around them loudly slammed shot. The Rookie's head jerked to the right as he scanned the invisible spectral form, and shoved the woman back hard as a table slammed right where they'd been. The rotted, but heavy wood shattering and some pieces being driven into the dry wall hard enough to stick out. Rookie pulled his particle thrower as he said, Joseph Nesbit, locked up here after he was found to have murdered and butchered his neighbor. The ghost was a massive obese man, wearing the patient uniform bottoms. The teeth had they been solid would have seemed rotted, phantom eyes glowing from his gaping maw. Chains broken and dangled from manacles on his arms. He proceeded to reach into his mouth and pull out a lower level ghost the spectral chain from his manacle wrapping around it. It was then hurled like a yo-yo of death. It would have anyway, had a beam of dark blue energy not hit it, drawing a snarl from it. Bryan smirked, What's wrong fattie? Dark Matter got your tongue? Why don't you just chill out. The Dark Matter beam's main use was in rapidly constricting ectoplasm, in essence freezing a ghost in place for a limited amount of time. The stronger the ghost, the more time it took. Luckily this particular Class 6 floated in place to prepare its attack. Bryan withdrew the trap from his belt, and threw it low. The beeping of his pack grew quicker telling him he needed to vent the heat soon. He switched the firing mode from Dark Matter, to slime blower, shooting a slime tether one end at the quickly getting freed ghost, the other at the trap. He smirked at the tether tightened, and slammed the just getting freed ghost, into the trap. Less muss, and much less fuss then the typical way of doing things. He moved over to the trap and ignoring the burned ecto-plasm smell, attached it to his belt. Smiling as the actual trap part glowed and a new trap was teleported into place. One of the advancements over the years so as to keep from worrying about accidentally freeing a ghost. He wasn't totally sure how it worked. He spoke, moving his head around, B.B. you ok?
Thread: Who You Gonna Call?  (ThomasRHellsing x Applepoisoneer)

I'm fine, thanks. B.B. quietly replied, rubbing her hip where it had connected with the wall. But how did you know the ghost's name without psychically connecting with it? Did you look at the patient logs? She was wildly impressed by the tech that he carried with him, but something about it seemed too efficient. It lacked the humanity needed to determine what was required for each ghost. Although, with this one being outwardly aggressive, she knew what it needed was a swift kick in it's ample ass. She only hoped he wasn't so trigger-happy as to attack something that didn't attack him first That's some really impressive equippment. She mentioned as they made their way deeper into the heart of the ground floor.
Thread: Who You Gonna Call?  (ThomasRHellsing x Applepoisoneer)

Bryan gestured towards his ecto-goggles, Doctor Spangler invented these. The original ones used EMF amd other ghost specific energies to allow you to see invisible spirits. He pulled up his P.K.E. meter as he said, As time passed, they combined the in essence Ghost Radar that is the P.K.E. meter, and the Ghost Sonar that is the ecto-goggles into a new set up. Any spirit I get an up close scan up, and I have to hit the button to scan it. It's P.K.E. and physical characteristics, are instantly sent through a database of useful information. It then offers up the most likely result. Remember, most ghosts have been seen, or interacted with before. The scanner also logs their P.K.E. signature, something that's sort of like a ghost hand print. So if they escape, and another ghostbuster runs into them, the data is right there. Bryan chuckled a bit, Useful doesn't even begin to talk about it. Especially if you're having to deal with hundreds of ghosts. Admittedly, sometimes the information given isn't very specific. Like a ghost of a builder, might just mention lots of people died to make a building. The Rookie shrugged, Remember, we Ghostbusters are more pest hunters then spiritualists. You have a ghost haunting your house, you call us to bust it, like someone would if they had a big rat, or a poisonous snake. We just use lasers instead of traps and poisons. Bryan chose to offer his own comment, Personally, I like to think the ghosts we bust aren't souls. See, it's known that the soul leaves an echo, and that most class ones, and what most Ghost Hunters interact with are those. A sort of Soul bleed, since the soul is energy. If you for example, worked at a place for 40 years, your soul would have left behind 40 years worth of Stain behind. Now, combine that sort of Soul Stain and it's like well electricity moving together. Then a burst of powerful emotion, or Ecto-plasmic energy forces those stains together and births a Ghost. More powerful ghosts are more echoes, maybe of the same person. The rookie shrugged, I could be wrong. But I find the idea that so many people have had such shitty lives that they end up lingering a bit, well sad. I prefer the idea that what we fight isn't Grandma but Grandma's worst bits. That there exists a place where Grandma is happy and having fun on a beach somewhere. The young man looked around as he continued walking saying, After all, not even the ghostbusters know for sure WHAT a ghost is. No one but the ghosts themselves do.
Thread: Who You Gonna Call?  (ThomasRHellsing x Applepoisoneer)

B.B. shut her eyes for just a moment. That's a nice thought. It's really hard to wrap my head around the idea that the shadow of someone can linger somewhere and still be so...coherent enough without the rest of them. I hear them not just teh screaming or crying, the way that a lot of ghost hunters do, but things I can corroborate later with EMF. Random things like, I'm so hungry, is the roast done yet? Or, Is my dog okay? Just...crazy random things like that. And sometimes, in places like this, you get so many people talking at once that it all just turns to static. She almost sounded melancholy as she spoke. They hit the nurse's station in the middle of the floor. From there, there were four hallways and a door that lead to the stairs.
Thread: Who You Gonna Call?  (ThomasRHellsing x Applepoisoneer)

Bryan nodded his head, Yeah, but in a way it also makes sense. Hunger is an ancient and primary drive. Worry would cause your soul to leave an enhanced imprint as well. Remember people who worked in a place like this worked here for decades, it was a hospital for 120 years. A sanitarium for another 80, and a home for criminally insane another 50. Doctors, Nurses, and Patients were here that whole time. Plus a big enough shock, like a death might pull in a hundred shadows. That's the difference between the classes. Some look human but barely behave so, while others are straight up aware. We believe it's the amount of shadows that goes into a spirit. Will power could also effect it. Plus there are souls that linger, but in my mind those are the more peaceful spirits. The Rookie shrugged, I just don't get how, if I died I'd go fuck off insane. I've met ghosts whose big goal is to ear at a buffet every day. I mean really? Haunting people who get to the food before you? I've got to think that's just a bit of some loser, not his whole soul stuck behind to get discount fried chicken. The rookie swore as a crash cart seemed to explode, what might have been a fairly attractive woman seemed to melt before them exposing muscle and bone as she howled out, GET AWAY! GO BACK TO YOUR ROOM! DO IT NOW! As she screamed it would seem to get darker and rats and roaches the size of a palm would begin to form out of the cracks. Trying to push them back. The rookie however had already pulled his trap and tossed it under the ranting nurse. As two others ghosted from the station and two became visible behind them he stomped the activation trigger. The three by the station took too long to realize they were being sucked in to fight it. The ghostbuster then turned, and slime tethered the nurses trying to grab them into the trap as well. It was sparking as he picked it up and it vanished. The Rookie spoke, Head Nurse Camilla, she was killed by a patient, raped and then downed in acid. Well drowned it's more like a bottle of it was held in her mouth, but point remains. He looked at her, That's also part of why I hope not all these things are full ghosts. To suffer, over and over, for eternity. That's shitty.
Thread: Who You Gonna Call?  (ThomasRHellsing x Applepoisoneer)

B.B. nodded, watching the last of the smoke from the trap evaporate. She was beginning to feel a little useless. That's why I got into ghost hunting. I've spent so much time trying to guide spirits out of the wheel of suffering that, well, if they're not actually real people, then I've wasted a large portion of my life.
Thread: Who You Gonna Call?  (ThomasRHellsing x Applepoisoneer)

Bryan looked at her, Not really. I mean maybe they aren't Grandma Agnis, but they are still SOMETHING, maybe they are unknown forms of life, or are more basic impulses like animals. Personally I always hate dealing with animal ghosts more then human ghosts. Most animals in my mind are harmless and people make them mean. So, we're deal with cruelty all the way around. Children ghosts as well annoy me. The Rookie Ghostbuster shrugged a bit, I swear, sometimes, I just think people should stop being dicks to eachother. But, well then again I guess I'd be out of a job. And to be fair, some ghosts haunt apartments and such, places where the people who were dicks to them are long dead and gone. Places like this though, trying to clean it up and shove the victims into a box. I might see if Doctor Spangler can rig some containment boxes up for the Museum.
Thread: Who You Gonna Call?  (ThomasRHellsing x Applepoisoneer)

A smile touched B.B.'s lips at his words. I suppose as long as I can convince them to leave, it doesn't really matter how much of someone's life they are. They just sound so...complete. The mention of Dr. Spangler grew her smile just a little, before the appearance of another apparition killed it completely. It was a partial appearance, only a head and arms in a chair that wheeled itself through a wall in front of them. Perhaps Bryan was on to something the appearance of a chair might mean some kind of residual resentment toward it. The head rested against the back of the chair, as though lolling on a limp neck. It was that of an old man, heavily wrinkled and eyes so sunken, they almost looked like empty sockets. It scooted about in total confusion, but didn't seem to want to attack anyone. When it caught sight of Bryan, it stopped and seemed to smile, shutting his eyes. George? It asked in a voice like the rustle of dry leaves. Georgie, you've finally come to see me? Are we going home? B.B. looked from the parts of the man in the chair, to Bryan. You see what I mean? She whispered quietly. Whether this is all that's left of him or all that he left behind, it's hard not to empathize. She closed her eyes and breathed deeply. There's so much desperation within him. I think you should play along.
Thread: Who You Gonna Call?  (ThomasRHellsing x Applepoisoneer)

She had moved toward the old man before the spectral grenade had exploded, but it seemed that the man had been far enough away to avoid the blast. B.B. couldn't help but smile when the energy in the room shifted drastically from captured fear and agony to a mild confusion and relief. She couldn't say she had ever spoken with so many at once before and just hoped they would all take turns. Okay everyone, She began in a warm voice. I know you're all confused, but I'm here to help. We'll make sure you're all where you need to be. It took quite a while, but she managed to guide all of the spirits in the lobby through what they were feeling and put their minds at ease. Then, in a few trips, she walked each of them to the door and opened it. While it was obvious that they didn't need to go through the door, and could just teleport or phase through walls, it completed the iroutine. Once the spirit was outside the building, they typically came to teh realization that they had died, and vanished. It always filled her with a great sense of pride when a story was completed. Finally, she returned and took a few fingers full of the glistening, unfortunately snot-like positively charged slime, and after a few moments of pure revulsion, rubbed it in a sort of collar around her neck. It was cold at first, but warmed quickly and tingled. Suddenly, she felt like laughing. Not just a chuckle, but Open Mic Night at the Apollo, bust-a-gut laughter! The absurdity of everything just hit her all at once, and it wasn't helped by seeing Bryan again in the full array of his gear. Okay, she snickered. It's really gross, but I think I'm ready. It took her a few times to surpress her fits, but eventually they died down and she could wear a serious face again. I don't know why I'm laughing so hard. Maybe it's because wearing this slime seems so weird, and I hadn't thought to do it before now.
Thread: Who You Gonna Call?  (ThomasRHellsing x Applepoisoneer)

Bryan chuckled a bit, Positively Charged Slime, is slime charged by positive emotions. Singing, dancing, laughter of children, it takes a psychic charge, and them disperses that charge over time. Against Negatively charged slime, or emotionally charged slime, it shares the charge, causing damage to Black Slime, and positively charging the emotional slime. It's not perfect of course, but if you're ever having a bad down, some of it will help you out. My jump suit has a thin layer of white slime, it's totally neutral, but it prevents possession. The Ghostbuster handed her a Proton Pistol , and holster explaining The Pistol is about half if not a bit less powerful then the thrower, but it's lighter, easier to use, and arguably more accurate. It can fire a continuous stream for about 30 seconds, or two Boson darts. The firing mode is where the safety would be on a normal pistol. Safety straight vertical is stream mode, it straight horizontal is slime fire mode. Pulling the slide will auto vent it, the heat sink is where the clip would be on a normal pistol. He then dug around until he pulled out his spare pair, and then handed her the Ecto-Goggles which were luckily very easy to use. The final thing he showed her and luckily it attached pretty easily to the belt and holster he'd already loaned her was a ghost trap. It went on her left hip where the pistol had been on her right. Looking at her he said, Not bad huh? You should be glad, my pack weights over five hundred pounds.