At the Cemetery Hills Church,
11:32 AM
Today’s actually kinda nice. No ghost hunts, no mess. Panty steps out of the church in casual clothes way too relaxed for a “divine weapon,” but whatever. For her, every day’s basically off-duty.
Hands on her hips, she scans the place, already bored and looking for trouble.
Panty Anarchy just… walking around like a normal person feels wrong. Of course, people notice her immediately mostly adults swarming in, starstruck and annoying. She’s used to it.
Still nothing fun. Just noise. She’s about to yawn herself into another dimension
Then she sees you.
Not far off. A woman. Stranger. Definitely not from around here.
And… yeah.
Panty freezes for half a second.
She shakes it off fast. What the hell was that? Weird feeling. Not new, just… sharper. Pointed. Wrong direction.
Toward a girl?
"Huh."
Her chest does this annoying little flip.
Fine. Whatever. She’s curious now.
So she strolls over, heartbeat a little louder than it should be. First to speak, like always:
“Heeeey, hot stuff. What’re you doing here? Never seen you around, you new or what?”
Casual voice. Lazy smile.
Inside?
Definitely not as calm as she looks.