(Join in anytime, provided that you do a heads-up with a character profile first).

This is pretty much a short-term RP for the fun of RPing. You can bump in your character anytime (actually, try to find an appropriate time to do so, and please, limit god-moding/power-gaming as much as you can.) so as long as it's limited to ONE character and your first RP post has a character sheet. Otherwise, have fun doing whatever the situation calls for. Seriously, just jump in when the time is right for you.

[Prologue]

A silhouette walks through the cemetery, calmly as a necrophiliac can be. It turns its head to a magenta orb, and walks up to it. The orb pops, and a phantom slashes at the figure. The fog is cut, revealing a skolver-clad knight. They both laugh at each other, and the phantom drops its weapon.

"Thought you were another one of those cracked Vanguards," the phantom speaks, still giggling.

"You mean those creepy ones that sniff and lick corpses?" the knight questions, letting loose an accented voice, as one of a Welsh descendant.

"Yeah, you can't drive 'em off, it's like they're not even knights."

"Well," the knight says. It pauses for a moment, and unsheathes an Acheron.

"Is that what I think it is?" the phantom inquires, curious.

"Yes," the knight replies, "it's an Acheron!"

"Congratulations!"

"I just reached the maximum heat for this one, too!"

"And I bet you're trying to make me jealous."

"As if!"

"Back to the point, I'm going to stay here for the rest of my days!"

The phantom abruptly shuts its mouth, leaving an atmosphere of queer silence and shock.

"What did I say? Its not like that's a bad thing!" the knight protests.

"Well," the phantom words with reluctance, "I'm not sure you're ready to commit to being here. Don't you miss the sunlight? Aren't you worried you might become like, me?"

"If it weren't for you, I wouldn't be here in the first place!"

"True, but still; being a phantom is depressing."

"You get to live forever."

"Forever in the same boring world, with naught to do but pounce on bypassers and converse with men who've had their minds corroded."

"Not when I have you, and you have me."

The phantom gives a delicate chuckle, and gingerly strokes the knight's face.

"You know, back when I was a lass, full blood and all..." the phantom trails of in reminiscence. It changes its tone to a more cordial accent.

"?"

"I used to have a childhood friend. What brings my thoughts back to him, was the eerie similarity of the two of you. I hated him."

The stroke turns into a grab, and the knight suddenly bursts into a ghoulish purple flame.