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"Where have I been all your life?" ♫♫♫--------------------♫♫♫ •RANK: Nobody •HOUSING: T-4 •ABILITIES: Levitation up to 30 min/day •RETAINS: Acoustic Guitar and pet crocodile, Wendy (as a baby croc) ♫▬♫▬♫▬♫▬♫▬♫▬♫▬♫ •{{Affiliated with Citta}}

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A Walk in the Park ||| (CLOSED w/ sideburnsandvoice)

[sideburnsandvoice]

Flammelle wasn’t even sure if he was allowed to point out that the other man was dead. Would a ghost consider that rude… the radio host couldn’t believe that thought had just entered his head. The things this city had done to him now were bizarre and confusing. On a related note, why did a ghost have a crocodile with him? Was it meant to be some kind of pet? …Why did a ghost have a pet? For the tall man’s own sanity, he was just gonna dismiss these thoughts for now and continue with the conversation. Also having to stop himself from extending a hand out of course because… well wouldn’t you be curious to see if your hand went through? Luckily he wasn’t going to do such a rude thing.

“Well, what instrument did you play? This is a banjo after all and can be a little different. Also, sorry if this is rude but… you’re a ghost, right?”

He finally decided to just point it out, seeing as it was the elephant in the room. Plus, he had to make sure that the ghost could actually use a banjo if he was going to be taught anything.

If the radio host ever made music, he’d want a little more variety in it than just the same three chords.

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As if he hadn't noticed the weird looks he was getting for being a ghost with a pet crocodile, he beamed excitedly and nodded his head. He was so relieved that at least he could find other musicians here! He'd almost completely forgotten about Spencer not being there.

"I play a lot of instruments, a couple of which are like the banjo! I'm sure there's nothing to it!"

Billy waved his hand dismissively and shrugged at the question. It didn't really bother him to be asked such a question. "Yeah! Pretty cool, huh!"

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GHOSTCOP ||| (CLOSED w/ 2cops1lego)

[2cops1lego-blog]

That wasn’t exactly the way Bad Cop had hoped his call for attention would go, but then again, he had to remember there wasn’t some sort of set way for anyone to react to being addressed by an officer. Especially by some… undead fool. But the dead weren’t exempt from the law, at least not in this place! If he could see him and if he was tangible, he was just as easy to arrest as the next sap.

"Yeah, I don’t really care." Bad Cop didn’t flinch as the apparition approached him, standing firmly and quietly hoping the other would back the heck off. Steely eyes followed Billy’s movements towards the little crocodile, that of which he picked up to cradle in his arms.

Opening his mouth to speak, he didn’t even get to react before the little beast scarfed down his breakfast burrito and left the cop feeling so Empty inside. Surely an atrocity like this deserved to be reprimanded? Bad Cop clearly wasn’t thinking, having been thrown into a half-blind rage after his brunch had been stolen from him so mercilessly.

Fingers grazed at the gun at their side before Bad Cop brandished it towards Billy — who had so nonchalantly leaned up on him like nothing in the past 10 minutes had even happened — and flipped the safety off to show that he meant business. "Are you an idiot? I won’t forgive you for letting your little pet eat my food, but maybe I’ll let you off if you stop doing what you’re doing with all of… Whatever it is you were just doing to these people."

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"People? Nah, bro! I've been hassling these 'people' for a while now and it turns out they're not actually people! Well, real people, anyway. They're a lot like those kooky real-life simulations of people you seen in those spooky sci-fi flicks. Or something." Billy started rambling as if he hadn't even noticed the officer pull a gun on him and beamed proudly at all the NPCs glitching about and running amok. He was always one to admire his own handiwork; revel in it; bask in it. He was, after all, kind of important and pretty darned amazing.

The ghostly popstar looked down at the gun the officer had trained on him and, despite not being entirely sure it would even work on him, started to feel just the slightest bit uncomfortable and was on the verge of perspiring ectoplasm.

Billy placed a hand on the officers hands, gently nudging them in a direction that wasn't his own, and grinned widely in an attempt to appear friendly. He didn't mean the guy harm! He just wanted a bite of his burrito; the burrito that Wendy had now wolfed down in it's entirety.

"Relaaax, BROLICE OFFICER! It's all harmless fun and games! This place is a huge drag and I just thought I'd do everyone a favor since I'm such a great guy like that!" Billy gave the officer a friendly pat on the shoulder with his free hand while the other continued to lay rested on the gun and force it back away from himself whenever it was pointed back at him. "Here! You look like you could use a little fun, too!"

Billy had let go of the officer's gun and stepped back, allowing enough room for reach, as a small bubble of ectoplasm pooled into the palm of his hand and, without allowing the officer a second to figure out what he was up to, slammed it into his face like one would a cream pie at some amateur comedy hour. He held his hand there a beat or two thereafter to be sure the officer was ingesting it.

"You just gotta soak it in a bit and let your adventurous side take over, bro!"

The whole time Wendy watch, unimpressed with literally everything, while waiting for Billy to feed her again.

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Half of me is like "OH BEARDYMAN U CLOWN" but the other half of me is like "was that last 30 seconds of the song truly necessary?"

If the audio post makes anyone uncomfortable just throw it out there and I'll sweep that shit under the rug because the last 30 seconds of the jam make me a smidge uneasy too

and if i'm being honest BJC himself would never joke abt that thing so it wouldn't be a huge loss if it suddenly went missing from the blog))

[serpentbybirth]

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"She is quite lovely." For a crocodile, that is, but he wasn’t going to burst his bubble.

"…Oh, uh. I’m not sure Sticky Fingers counts as a pet, but… kind of."

[3chordsgoingstrong]

"What's a sticky fingers?"

[3chordsgoingstrong]

Some ideas for this muse

Kin'a want to thread Billy with all the musicians and troublemakers in Citta. Kin'a want them all to be his bros. Kin'a need to get Billy a job so he can afford his finnicky tastes. Kin'a want him to buy Wendy cute little dresses and dress her up and get little outfits for himself to match because you know he would. Kin'a want the effects his physiology to play a part in an event one day because ectoplasm'd NPCs and muses would be so fun and easy to fix because all you gotta do is purge the ectoplasm and you're cured of being a ghost. And it's neat all the things people could probably come up with with how electronics and programs (such as the NPCs) behave when in contact with his ectoplasm.

Just a thought.

So how about that whole becoming bros with the incredibly vain, selfish brat of a ghost thing? P tempting huh? /waggles eyebrows and nudges you playfully))

[foxhoundsfinest-blog]

"That is quite the interesting choice for a pet." Never mind the name. 

Note to self: If/When you own a crocodile, name it Snappy.

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"Yeah, I know. She's beautiful, isn't she? I knew once I'd seen her that it was meant to be! What kinda pet do you got, bro?"

[3chordsgoingstrong]

A Walk in the Park ||| (CLOSED w/ sideburnsandvoice)

[sideburnsandvoice]

It had been a few weeks since the radio host had been given this banjo, and with a bit of practice he was actually getting quite good at it. Having a hobby like this just helped to pass the time when he wasn’t working, and also helped to provide a distraction from how crappy this city is. Flammelle chose the public park in this sector as a place to practice, considering for the most part no one bothered him here and it was quite close to his house in this sector. If he tried this at home he wouldn’t get any peace to do anything, with Ibuki constantly being… Ibuki. The tall man wasn’t aware that someone else had been listening in considering he’d only been playing for a few weeks and didn’t think he was at the level where other people would want to listen… although he actually was.

But suddenly, his playing had been interrupted by a rather loud presence. As Flammelle turned around to look… he had to question what he was seeing for a moment. After all, this guy had blue skin for one thing, and his appearance seemed weirdly… well the radio host couldn’t find an eloquent way to describe it but in some ways the other man resembled some kind of ghost more than anything else. He was not used to a name like Brometheus, and most likely never would be.

“Oh, well thank you. For the most part I’ve had to teach myself and look up guides on playing on the internet.”

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Billy beamed at the man and helped himself to the empty space on the park bench next to him in a lively fashion (or as lively as one could get while being dead). Wendy was placed delicately in his lap, though, and she hissed at the stranger defensively.

"Well you know I'm a famous musician where I come from! Maybe I could give you a few pointers!" Not that he actually could seeing as he really only knew 3 chords, but that never really stopped him from becoming famous and staying famous for a good couple decades or so when he was alive.

Those 3 chords got him through so many concerts. Incredible.

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((There is almost enough fanart of Billy prior to his death that I could probably cap and make enough icons to RP him alive some day.)))

[fuocogo]

tablet is still funky but have a thing anyways

[foxhoundsfinest-blog]

Bruno blinked at the… ghost… thing. What even was that, anyway? A stand? No, stands don’t have pets. 

"That sounds nice, but- you keep baby crocodiles?"

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"only one! And she's the only croc for me, yes she is! Her name is Wendy!"

[foxhoundsfinest-blog]

"Does anyone know where I could get a good bite to eat?"

[3chordsgoingstrong]

"I know a neat little place that allows me to take my baby croc in with me!"

[grossdeath-deactivated20181108]

Some cute DTMG screenshots~

[rakugaki-obake-j-deactivated201]

I COULD DIE.

[3chordsgoingstrong]

GHOSTCOP ||| (CLOSED w/ 2cops1lego)

[2cops1lego-blog]

The cop just wanted to sit back and eat their breakfast burrito in peace. Was that so much to ask for? They wanted none of this hodge-podge spooky business, people flailing about around them more than they were able to ignore it. It wasn’t really that much of a problem at first, just some bozo being a nuisance but not enough to really cause a problem. But that was before one of the weird ghost things phased right through the table they’d been eating at.

You don’t mess with a cop’s table while he’s on break.

Getting up with burrito still in hand, Bad Cop stomped up to the lanky, gleeful pop star and grabbed the megaphone hanging at their side. "You there, Billy blue boy! Yeah, get down here right now. You’re causing a disturbance to the peace!"

If you think this cop wasn’t about to go full-out cop while eating a half-finished breakfast burrito, then you got another thing coming. Because no one takes meal time as seriously as this man, and if anyone thought Good Cop was crazy about his croissants, then Bad Cop loved the most important meal of the day (even though it’s like noon).

“‘m not gonna ask you again, kid. Turn these folks back to normal and quit lobbing around that gelatinous substance of indeterminate origin!”

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Billy lobbed another wad of ectoplasm at a random NPC before a booming voice echoed from a megaphone below. He figured it was about time to stop with the floating anyways as he didn't want to fall on his ass again like he already had so many times since he'd been here.

"It's Billy Joe Cobra, actually, but close enough!" Billy exclaimed as he descended quickly and leaned in towards the officer; ignoring his other requests entirely. He dipped down quickly to scoop Wendy up into his arms and eyeballed the breakfast burrito in the officer's hand on his way back up. "Hey, you gonna eat that?" he asked and before the officer had a chance to respond or Billy even had a chance to nab it for himself, Wendy had already wolfed it down having snapped it right out of his hand.

"Haha. Guess not." Billy chuckled as he pat his baby crocodile and set her back down.

"So you're the first person in this city to know my name! You a fan?"

Billy casually leaned against the officer and draped his lanky spectral arm over the man's shoulder. "Is it an autograph you want? A live personal performance?"

[shonenstriker]

"Whoa whoa whoa….Back up one moment!"

"I am not letting your freaking gator anywhere near chip! Say that one more time and I’ll show you why they call me the spirit warrior!"

[3chordsgoingstrong]

"Is it because you have a fighting spirit? And chillax, bro! Wendy's not gonna eat your little oinker, alright!"

[3chordsgoingstrong]

A Walk in the Park ||| (CLOSED w/ sideburnsandvoice)

The sound of the banjo resonated in the ghost's ears and Billy hadn't even realized he'd been sitting there listening until Wendy snapped at him out of hunger.

Billy had been taking Wendy for a walk in the city's park to take the edge off as she didn't like being in one place for too long when they'd found a guy relaxing in the park and playing his banjo. He'd stopped to listen and judge his skills and found he'd liked the song a little more than he'd thought.

He hissed at Wendy and waved his finger at her. "No, princess. No biting!"

Now that he'd come back down from his sudden space out, he'd approached the man the only way Billy could approach someone. Loudly.

"Hey! That's some nice playin' there! Whre'd ya learn that, brometheus?"