3rd Purification: Ghost Buster Django (Mood slime day 3)

[sunnydwithagun]

Action: Around town

(Day three of this madness and Django here has been doing battle with it since. It's on this day that Dr. Egon developed something to battle the effects of the angry slime, leaving the solar boy all too willing to help.

...okay, now to the good part. You'll probably see this guy speeding through the streets of Mayfield on his sexy new bike with his long, red scarf flowing in the wind. And yes, his bike has guns attached to it; guns that shoot solar bullets! He's also shooting down ghosts with his own solar gun, so anyone can see that this guy is on a mission.

He also has a vacuum cleaner provided by Dr. Egon to help him with his work. Overall, Django is looking totally badass as he makes short work of the ghosts while spraying happy slime on anyone with angry slime. You'll see him on the road as he slowly, but surely gets the done.)

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[suicidoll]

(And she's just leaning against him as if nothing was wrong, walking right next to him. The kitchen's already fixed, but it would be so rude to decline a generous offer!)

I think I'd like that. We could use some relaxation and romance.

(Leaf is blissfully unaware of what's going on and can only go "aww" while the other dolls simply facepalm or groan in annoyance. Not like they can do anything about this...)

[chalicejoker]

Of course.

[And he's grinning even bigger now, if that were possible. They continue home in this peaceful, somewhat sickening manner. Upon arriving at the house, Hajime reluctantly detaches himself from Kreutzer.]

Just let me get cleaned up, and I'll be ready to go!

[And so Hajime gets the shower he's needed for a few days now. As the slime washes off, he becomes aware of what has just happened over the past few days, and he really feels like he might vomit there for a few moments. He's also aware of the fact that he's pretty much covered in new scrapes and bruises from all the rampaging he's been doing. He hurts all over and would really like to just pass out on the couch now.

With his normal scowl returned to its rightful (and far less terrifying) place, Hajime emerges from the bathroom, still wondering what the heck he was thinking talking to Kreutzer like that earlier. The thought makes him want to jump into the shower again.]

[suicidoll]

(And like the darling wife she is, Kreutzer will wait patiently for him in the living room.

But thankfully, her dolls aren't slimed and are fully aware of how wrong this is. So Assam, like the resourceful doll she is, convinces the others to fill up as many buckets with water as they can so they can wash the slime off of Kreutzer.

Slight time transition and they toss the water at their creator, shaking it off as she slowly, but surely comes to her senses. Simply put, she's disgusted.

She hugged that zombie. And he hugged her. And she dared mention romance around him? She's shuddering more from discomfort than the cold.

And her dress? Forget about it; she ripped that thing off and wrapped herself in layers of towels and blankets; she'd never wear that thing again. She just wants to go back to her room, lock herself in there and forget this day ever happened.)

[chalicejoker]

[Hajime passes Kreutzer as he's on his way to the kitchen. He's limping slightly and just generally looks like a few miles of bad road. She's wrapped in blankets and towels? No way is he looking directly at her. Really, even if she were fully clothed, normal eye contact would be more than he could handle.]

Let us never speak of this again.

[suicidoll]

(Don't worry; she's avoiding eye contact, too. As a matter of fact, her back is turned to you. Not even gonna risk eye contact here.

Kreutzer just nods in agreement as she and her dolls rush upstairs to lock themselves in the bedroom. WORST DAY EVER)

[chalicejoker]

[Hajime, for his part, pretty much just belly-flops onto his bed the couch and passes out.]

[suicidoll]

(Whereas Kreutzer dries off and then rests on the actual bed.)

Backtagging fo' DAYS

[nanocerancowboy]

[Gat's looking pretty slimeless—he's been lucky to avoid getting hit with the stuff, even with everyone acting strangely.]

[On the other hand, though, he seems to be holding off a ghost or two with a gun that looks more like an oversized SMG. Which it must be, since every time he fires, a spray of danmaku green-glowing bullets gushes out.]

O SNAP

[sunnydwithagun]

(That's definitely a plus; cowboys gotta keep themselves together if they're going to keep everyone else in line.

But have no fear; you now have supporting fire consisting of bright, yellow bullets the size of your head targeting those ghosts. Whatever it is, it seems to be very effective against them.

And enter solar boy, zooming by on his awesome bike and blasting a few more ghosts before stopping.)

Are you alright?!

[nanocerancowboy]

[Gat ducks a little as the first few bullets whiz by. He straightens back up soon enough, after seeing that the bullets are going after the ghosts. Then he looks back behind him just in time to see Django approaching.]

I ain't in a bad way yet.

[He holds the machinegun up at his side, in a classic RAcast pose.]

[sunnydwithagun]

(Dammit you're making me want to play Blue Burst Django nods in confirmation.)

Good; we have our jobs cut out for us today.

(He may not be in as a dramatic pose, but being seated on his motorcycle makes him look badass enough.)

[nanocerancowboy]

This is makin' me wish I'd had some of my Photon Art discs, though. Neutral element weapons ain't always th' best thing for takin' somethin' on, like these ghosts.

[sunnydwithagun]

Perhaps so, but at least we possess weapons that can harm them at all; we can still be thankful for that.

(Shut up Django your gun is meant for fighting undead)

[nanocerancowboy]

[Ghosts sort of count as undead! Maybe!]

Y'got a point there.

[Gat spins his Maggac about his trigger finger in a showy display.]

I don't reckon lead bullets that ain't charged with photons would do much against 'em.

[sunnydwithagun]

(Yes they do especially in his canon. Django twirls his solar gun about in a similar fashion.)

Even if it just slows them down, it still counts for something.

(And then proceeds to blasting several of the nearby ghosts LIKE A BOSS)

[nanocerancowboy]

[Oh ho, a fellow gunslinger. Gat's gonna unleash some of his own firepower on these ectoplasmic enemies.]

Do y'know if this is th' town's doin'? I was expectin' somethin' to happen back on that there St. Patrick's Day holiday, aside from th' drones spreadin' th' "holiday cheer."

[sunnydwithagun]

(Shooting and talking, like how the real cowboys do it.)

This was because of a container Dr. Egon had that accidentally opened up. He needed volunteers to help remove the angry slime with happy slime, so I quickly jumped to the task. It may not be Mayfield's doing, but I'm sure it's laughing at everyone else's expense.

[nanocerancowboy]

So it's somethin' like them mushrooms back in November ...

... And th' zombie outbreak.

[sunnydwithagun]

I suppose so; it's unfortunate that the other captives can also cause disastrous events, but sadly we don't have a say in the matter. At least we can fight against this one.

[nanocerancowboy]

True enough.

Even if we're dealin' with hostile things that ain't alive, I don't think these ghosts're as nearly as bad as that other outbreak was.

[sunnydwithagun]

I think I was brought here after that; how bad was the other outbreak?

[nanocerancowboy]

Th' outbreak was caused by some kinda pathogen. Easily transmitted; if ya got bit an' you were some kinda organic creature, it'd turn you into one of them.

[Sending some danmaku suppressive fire down range at a gaggle of ghosts.]

Since all it took was gettin' some of th' infected's body fluids in your system, it spread like wildfire. By th' time th' person responsible warned th' town about what was goin' on, a lotta drones were already infected.

[sunnydwithagun]

Oh...I'm sorry to hear that. It must've been terrible.

[nanocerancowboy]

Yeah. Anyone who wasn't a drone was jus' as fair game, an' from what'd I seen—it left you mostly th' same as you were, 'cept you'd start actin' like one of them.

I got bit, but since I ain't organic that pathogen couldn't take me ... like it did other folks.

[Preferring not to mention it happened to his coworker since Dakki didn't really like the idea of publicly discussing it, back with that one phone call with Lucas.]

[sunnydwithagun]

It must've been terribly traumatic...

...I suppose having armor like that must come in very handy.

(Oh, how Django could benefit from CAST armor...He's practically a ranger already; guns and swords!)