Board Thread:Random RP/@comment-25901581-20160608232851/@comment-26767096-20160609115201

Eureka Enderborn wrote: Suddenly, about a million people with various means of transportation converge on the building. They swiftly begin arguing with each other.

It looks like it might break out into a full blown brawl until two people, a big one covered in armour and a tall, half white half black one get up on a rock and yell "SILENCE!"

The armoured one looks at Eureka. "Do you mind?"

"What do you mean?"

"I'm trying to create order here."

"Why can't we both do that? Besides, I'm the character everyone knows."

"Yeah, but I'm the first and his favourite. Now get off my rock."

"Fine." Eureka walks off the rock and joins Troy.

"Ok, good! Now let's start the narrowing process. Nobody obscure!"

As he says this, loads of the crowd vanish.

"No ridiculously overpowered villains."

A black cloaked figure with a golden crown and glowing red eyes grumbles and vanishes.

"No boring people."

A few more vanish.

"Alright, we've got you lot pretty well narrowed down now. I feel like we should give prevalance to couples, and have a nice mix of characters. Alright, let's see here. Not you, not you."

He comes to a large, nasty looking creature that looked like it had a bit of dragon in it. It was wearing shining white armour. "Sorry brother, but not you or Denva."

"Why not?"

"You're just not party material, you'd be miserable anyway."

"I suppose so."

"And not you, not you, not you, and not you."

By the end, it was the tall armoured figure and a strangely beautiful snake-woman in black leather, a handsom-ish human and a strange looking red alien woman, a male Zabrak in Sith clothing with a female Togruta in an odd grey coloured outfit that seemed a cross between Jedi and Sith, and of course Eureka and Troy.

"Excellent! This is a nicely sized party full of characters he likes. Let's get going shall we?"

They enter the building. "Where do we check in?" I have to do one.

Code's characters are standing in a circle.

"I want to be in." Says a red-haired girl across from Julias.

"Me too!" Say about five other people.

Julias Stokes slowly puts his hand in his jacket. Everyone keeps arguing.

"Well, I am surely his favorite." Julia shouts.

"That's only because you're from Fallen London!" Andarr protests. Julias pulls out his revolver and shoots Andarr in the head. He then proceeds to execute Freya, Electhor, September, and Arathnor before running out of bullets.

"Looks like everyone else randomly dropped dead. It's just me, then." Julias says mischieviously.

Name: Julias Stokes

Universe: Fallen London

Appearance: Tall, at about six foot two. Relatively scrawny. He has short, unkempt black hair and a goatee. He doesn't leave the house without his signature top hat and tuxedo, which usually has tears and burns due to his habit of being murdered frequently; don't worry, Fallen London characters come back from the dead.