Daten City [Panty and Stocking]

Daten City. A bustling metropolis that stands on the fault line of heaven and hell. A place where the spirits of the dead run amok, and demons and angels do battle to claim victory over each other. It's not as epic as one would have you believe, as the angels are apathetic bitchy hedonists only there as community service, and the demons are ojou-sama style elitists that care nothing but putting rules to everything.

One such angel wakes up after quite the crappy night, Stocking Anarchy awakens to a bed strewn to near-ceiling in cupcake wrappers. The things were on sale and were super delicious (On sale being coded as only needing a good BJ to the intern behind the register) but as a result left her in a food coma and a face so coated in frosting she'd pass as a mime. "Ugh, dammit, I can't believe I ate the whole thing." She mumbled as she shuffled to the edge of her caged bed, throwing her long two-toned hair back as she got up to get ready for the day.

Stocking donned her best gothic dress and slipped on her self-named weaponry along her legs, prepping for a day on the town for "ghost hunting" along the way to that new ice cream parlor that opened up across town, the Cream All Over, she recalls.

After stepping over the sex-exhausted mailman outside of Panty's' room, she snatched up the keys to the car on the dresser while that slut of a sister of hers snores like a pig. Though it was odd, the mailman has already crawled away, and Panty was in dreamland, yet she felt the presence of being watched when she stepped into the corridor. She looked around for what might have caused it, but only found that stupid dog messenger, Chuck standing shiftily in the hall with her. She scowls and punts him into the bathroom, sending mirror shards into the wretched thing's face. "Little prick..." She muttered as she went to the garage.

As she did step to get in the car, she noticed something...strange.