The Buster Known as G.J. [Ketsu, ST]

The officers sighed in relief (well, the one that was being patted on the shoulder. The other one was slightly creeped out about the blood on his arms, but he's always been squeamish about body type quirks, it's a bad habit of his) "Thanks, General! W-we let you know if there's anything interesting in our records as well!" One of them nervously salutes back, and they let Ketsu go off to the street, hoping that nothing bad comes out of this. Personally, they have no idea if this would even be a struggle for Ketsu. All they know is that...it's gonna be a weird time for them.

At [Insert street name], Ketsu will find nothing out of the ordinary. At first. When he approaches closer to the restaurant where the activity has been reported, he will notice a few things. One: green slime on the walls, with a lot of slime on the alley way next to the restaurant, near the trash. Two: Within said alley lies two groggily officers, dazed and confused. One is stuck on the wall, hanging over the trashcan thanks to the weird slime. The other is on the ground, also covered with slime and unable to move. Three: There's some guy playing the drums. Four: its loud. Five: It's really loud. Six: it's horrible and loud. The noise will annoy or confuse Ketsu greatly. And finally, there was a small sign in front of the drum kit that says GHOST "JOHNSON" JOHANNES. Written in sloppy hiragana.

The guy looks weird. He appears to be wearing a full white puffy suit, with a poorly drawn mask. Holes are visible, with green slime pouring out of it. It doesn't seem to impede his (poor) drum skills. He also appears to be holding the people inside the restaurant hostage. And by 'holding hostage' that means 'blocking off the front door and making the people uncomfortable to not exit the building completely just in case." He continues to play when he spots Ketsu approaching. "Oh?!" He speaks. It's like a weird deep but also high pitched Swedish accent? "Are you hear to the beat of my drum solo?" He says in broken Japanese.

He keeps on playing. Banging those drums nonstop as if he had no care in the world. People like him are hard to negotiate with. Sometimes they will start going along with what you ask, then all of a sudden turn it around on you and start talking about some random thing unrelated to the topic at hand. It's been like this for the whole day. Some people have already missed their appointments due to this man. Some of the kids inside are starting to get scared over the weird man and his horrible drums. But does he himself know its horrible? No, of course not. He just keeps on playing, as if he were the only one in the world.

Ketsu attempts to ask him to letting himself in. "No, can not do! My grand piece of the resistance. You will listen from there!" He nods at Ketsu as he starts mainly banging the snares with one drum stick, pointing at Ketsu with the available free hand. It seems to have green slime leaking out of the hand. He just starts shaking his head, with the weird mask bobbing up and down. He then starts scatting outloud, muttering some weird stuff about food and plumbing and nuts. The only thing that does sound audible is the weird exclamation of "GRANPDA'S DEAD!" then he pulls out his phone and plays some recording on it, and it sounds like a weird horrible attempt at a guitar solo. If one were to describe it with a word, it would be...stanky, so to speak. Clearly Ketsu wouldn't be able to get through anywhere with this guy.

If he attempts to approach him, however, he'll find out that he meant 'stay there.' For, upon putting the phone back in, he proceeds to aim his hand at Ketsu, with green slime shooting out at him. "No refunds in the listening! You stay there!" he yells out over his drum banging in his weird accent.

"Oh?! Public space? But we're not in space!" He exclaims in response to Ketsu's sudden usage of blood to block his slime. How rude, who does that? To interrupt someone's magnificent drum solo with some sort of special substance that leaked out of their body that wasn't slime. He's acting like the other offending and frankly very rude officers stopping his awesome performance. They had to be set aside for a while, as they are currently resting on the ground and also on the wall with their slime blanket. But this black stuff? It looks rancid and horrible, not all neat and shiny and green like his slime. Plus his can glow in the dark! Can his weird black sauce do that? Bet not.

"No no non on on on on ono, I HAVE to do this! All part of the show, yes! Protest maybe! Do not know yet! All that remains is the drum!" he continues to belt out while rapidly slamming his already bent drumsticks onto the kit, a kit which upon closer inspection is badly beaten and worn down. It was as if he grabbed each piece from the trash. Only some of them look brand new, giving off the impression that he recently gotten those drums...or maybe he literally stole them from stores. Who knows. Ghost Johnson knows, but he's not saying it upfront. "I have to continue playing on this song, or else this set that i got today shall fade away!" Oh never mind, he just...he just said he got it today.

The massive increase of blood being formed into large hands surprised him. "Ooh! It's you! You're the man known as Large Hand Ray Parker! I should have known you came here to sue me and my amazing music!" At this point he's deluded, Ketsu had no choice but to restrain him to prevent anyone else from getting hurt. He just laughs a little as he gets squished in between the hands...only for him to be literally shot up to the sky. It's like trying to grab jelly: press your hands together and it will shoot our from the gaps in your grasp. Same goes for GJ: His whole body is slime, so the moment Ketsu tries to bear hug him, he just squeezes out of his grasp and recomposes itself, as if Ketsu was trying to get the last remaining toothpaste out of the tube. "Who do that? It was only a joke, a prank!" He exclaims in a weird childish tone. "Do uou truly hate the performing arts that much, Large Hand? Then you have to go now! No Refunds!" He readies his hand as more slime builds up, bursting the sleeve and forming a large fist as he shoots it out towards Ketsu.

Ghost Johnson isn’t a good man. He killed some garbage men for doing their job, just so he can get his hands on the drum kit. He would have started to harm the civilians if they got close to him. To some, that can be considered as “delusional.” But no. That man. This man is delusional. Here he was, playing music all nice and cool, as if he was possessed by the spirit of jazz himself, and this crazy old time looking man has made it his own personal mission to end the wonderful sonata that was GJ’s solo. It’s such a waste of time to be so obsessed over whether or not this is legal or not: what he has to worry about is instead what his next suit will be. Just look at that poorly worn shirt. What he has to wear is this wonderful White jumpsuit, with creases on it to make it more puffy and like a ghóast. Plus it lets him keep human shape easier. You’ll be surprised on how hard it is to keep a humanoid shape. This suit is like a mold. A wonderful wonderful mold for pudding and slime and inner organs and his brain.

“Resist is middle name! You cannot make me who resists every night on eboy dot gov resist!” Ghost Johnson proceeds to spew more nonsense at Ketsu. And yet that nonsense didn’t hamper his “fighting prowess.” In a somewhat crowded room, he and Ketsu kept at it. The civilians had to deal with this man drumming and shooting slime, so to see him start moving erratically and without rhyme or reason is just...it’s just maddening! And also stupid! Look at how odd he moves! It’s like a weird slinky filled with slime! The giant fist projectile slams against an unoccupied table, leaving it covered in green slime. Anyone nearby it will get some on their body due to the recoil, but small amounts aren’t anything to worry about.

As the station receives the call, the officers murmur to themselves. “Slime? Like... maybe that “toy” weird slime you buy at Jon Tijotes?” One asked the other. They were still determining among themselves the exact circumstances of the first patrols reports. Two pairs were sent for patrols, one after another. The first pair came
back with embarrassing looks on their faces. The second...well they’re still there. “We ll be sending some nearby units to aid you, General! Keep him nearby that location!”

Ketsu threw a punch at Ghost Johnson. It was a valiant effort. The strength of the punch would have knocked out anyone if so desired. No one can deny the result of that man’s training...shame he’s punching a literal slime pile. It just kinda...goes through? No, that’s not it. He did punch his body, that is not deniable...it’s just that the dent made has his fist sinking in as well. “Oh, I see, Big Hand. You despise me so that you broke your rule and directly struck me with the black stain of your heart. It is quite simple and sad from you. For that you must now take a small smonk.” In Ghost Johnson-nese, that’s short for “I’m going to envelope your entire arm inside my slime and soon devour you whole, as you slowly get compressed to death inside my expanded body.” He slowly starts to grow as he grabs onto Ketsus arm.

Ah okay.

The man took upon this challenge with the utmost gutso. Here he was, about to get his hand be absorbed and become a ghost hand, floating in his slime bladder in its gross glory. The only way he can take back his hand before he used his quirk is to use some sort of machine to suck up all the slime and extract the hand and somehow reconnect it, but this move was instead used against the poor drummer. For you see...ketsu's hand is stuck. And by that logic...he's stuck to Ketsu. So...he's become an extra accessory for the pro hero.

What happened next would be quite amusing to someone outside. A pro hero slamming this slime man with his hand as if he was messing around with a mallet, with GJ acting as the head of the mallet. Spikes, bumps, the ground, more and more damage to his white puffy costume. More and more holes and scuffs and more slime. More slime to consume the shadowy slime. More time to scream in pain. 'AAAAAAH, IT WAS A JOKE, IT WAS PRANK, SAVE ME RAT MAN, ILL GIVE YOU ALL MY CHE-AAAAAAAAA!!!!" The ground gets badly damage by Ketsu's attempts to remove this slime man from his hand. "WHY MUST YOU DO THIS, NOW I SHALL POSION THE WATER SUPPL-AAAAAAAAAAAAAH!"

As the blood constructs grow larger, so does his slime. At this point, it's a race to encage the other in their quirk. Ketsu with his blood, and GJ with the ectoplasma. Little by little, more and more is made. GJ attempts to make one final attempt to consume him. A large mass of slime forms in front of Ketsu's face. A large mouth that looks like an evil looking ghost attempts to eat Ketsu. In essence, Ketsu has one chance to bust this guy or else he might actually poison the water supply. Or maybe he'll just start prank calling burger places. Who knows.