Illiterate/Completely Random Roleplay Rules

[Methodless Madness]

Emma smirked. "Yep. Oh, hey what's the first letter in the word yellow, Jin?" she asked innocently.  

[Methodless Madness]

"Ah, you suck the fun out of everything." she scowled.
Zanna patted Emma's hand. "It's okay."  

[Methodless Madness]

Emma smirked, then the smug look meted of her face. "Geeze, Jin, put a shirt on will you? Do you want to freeze?"  

[The Fallen Angel Anarki]

"You're dead?" Anarki inquired, his head peeking out from the ground as he had dug into the ice earlier and tunneled his way there, all the while dragging the heavy chest above him using his feet.

Anarki had been sneakily listening in on their conversation from beneath them for reasons unknown even to him. Perhaps it was simply because he was bored. However, seeing as he had been staying in one place for too long, the ice had steadily formed around his body, effectively trapping him.

"Hey, I think I'm stuck." Anarki said, trying to wiggle his body around. His only visible part, his head, was steadily being covered by a blanket of snow all the while.

 

[Methodless Madness]

Emma turned and faced the new person. The hairs on th back of her neck stood up and she spat out a low growl. "Wh-who the hell are you?" she shot at Anarki.
Zanna rolled her eyes. "Aw, Em, that's just Anarki. He was looking for, er, treasure, was it?" she explained. The girl then crossed in front of Emma and proceeded to melt the ice around Anarki's head.  

[The Fallen Angel Anarki]

"Thanks. Erm... Emma, right?" Anarki said, hoisting himself up using his legs by using the treasure chest as an aid as soon as the ice encasing him was loose enough.

Steadying himself by using the chest as support, Anarki cast a bemused glance at Jin. Shifting his eyes from left to right for a few times, he lifted the treasure chest with his bare hands put it back down again for absolutely no reason at all.

Staring at the chest, Anarki then sniffed it. "Anyone wanna try to open this thing?" He said, then proceeded to lick the top of the chest due to the lack of something called 'common sense'. And as this 'common sense' dictated, his tongue was soon stuck to the top of the metal chest.

 

[Methodless Madness]

"Actually, I'm Zanna." the girl who had melted the ice said. "That half-beagle girl is Emma." Emma merely nodded her head.
As soon as his tongue stuck to the trunk Emma began laughing. "Emigawd, don't you have any common sense?" she howled, tears streaming down her face. Zanna glared at her. "Jeeze, Anarki, I thought you would've know not to do that by now." she muttered as she unstuck him from the trunk. "Now, repeat after me: 'I will not lick frozen metal objects.' "  

[Methodless Madness]

Emma nodded gravely. "It does...it's happened to me before. Oh, and uh, sorry about laughing at you, Anarki." she added, prompted by a venomous look from Zanna.  

[The Fallen Angel Anarki]

"Ay weyl nawt leek fwoshen owbjecks." Anarki repeated, his tongue still in a lot of pain. "An' kowmon sens an' vent sepeyrayt ways a long taym ago."

After taking a few moments to recover, Anarki spoke again, "And it dosh hurt. By the way, I completely understand about laughing about me, Zanna. I would laugh at myself too." Nodding as if that was the end of that discussion, he spoke yet again, "So anyone wanna try to open this thing?" He looked at the chest where his tongue had gotten stuck, the words 'CURSED' still bright and blaring. "Itsh cursed!" He bellowed, pointing out the obvious. Which he did, by actually pointing at it with one of his fingers.