"God, where's fuck is that other chick when you need her annoying ass?!" Panty, annoyed, remarks. Stocking growls in return. Currently they were in the middle of the city, fighting off a hoard of ghosts Garterbelt told them to dispose of, and they'd get a high check in return. Three weeks ago you joined garterbelt, as another fallen angel, one older than Panty and Stocking by about 50 years. Your stamp is Pride. Youre very prideful in your appearance in particular, but you're also a motherly type, caring for the two sisters in your own ways. You usually watched those two like a hawk, but right now- you weren't visible. Stocking was annoyed. That was, until they heard a crack in the distance. Sounded like... a weapon? Was it yours? Stocking almost seemed hopeful, for some reason...