[In the early hours of the morning outside of Sherwood Cafe, a lone Fou can be found, bundled in layers upon layers of clothing and looking far more pleased with herself than is healthy, building a mountain of snowballs taller than she is. Those with keen eyes can see "Happy Birthday" is carved into every last one of them.

This can only end in

[Excitable as ever, dear Fou storms into the courtyard in front of the apartments.]

Alright, you bastards!! You can cut the when and the where shit already! Jeez, as if I could forget someplace as crappy as this. Seriously, what the hell kind of luck lands someone here twice?!

[Randomly pointing in the direction of an innocent bystander...]

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-=is running through the city, stopping every so often to hang a flier on a pole or the side of a building, then he's off again, Timcampy trailing after like a little golden shadow=-


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[See Fou. See Fou pacing. See Fou pacing like a caged tiger with the door to Midgard 1 open, peeking out of it every so often.]

Fucking unbelievable! This is just... gah!

[A flash of Kanda's blade and a zombie is sliced right through. Kanda watches the undead fall at his feet and then flicks the blood from the sword with a quick movement.]

You're too slow to catch me off guard.

[He smirks]

[Waiting outside the prison for Allen and Lenalee to be released, Fou's leaning heavily back against a wall, arms folded and eyes closed, just trying to conserve her energy at this point. In fact... she looks no better than she did the day she was released from the lab, cracked and battered all over, with deeper cracks forming bands down her arms ( Read more... )

-=sitting in a jail cell, looking much like he got run over by an elephant=-

...

...

Dammit!

-=kicks at the tray he got served his 'meal' on and sends it flying=-

((backdated a day there abouts, three exorcists, one giant rescue attempt failure))

*A bright light finally shines right into strained optical nerves as the final straps are put into place. A battered and maybe cracking just a bit Fou is on that table of doom. Guards are posted outside of the room that only has one spot light and finally two men robed in surgical gowns and masks walk in with clip boards. To make the area more ( Read more... )

*The intercom hisses on and for a full three minutes, there's nothing on the air. Finally, a voice comes online, not directed into the mic at first.*

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