Post by Micah sul'Bayer on Oct 31, 2010 15:19:08 GMT -5
Micah was sprawled on a stone bench under a willow tree in the midday sun. There was a slight breeze, wafting the aromatic mix of flowers and the small stream that bubbled through the courtyard to him as he flipped lazily through the pages of an archaic text on demons he'd read a thousand times.
Sure, Micah was a ranking member of Black Rose, but no one here knew that. He was a skilled hunter that never allowed his victims to see his face, and kept his reputation under wraps. Oftentimes he came to the prison to assimilate with its captives, learn more about them, and get inside their heads - more so for his own amusement and furthering his knowledge of inhuman species than for any real work for Black Rose.
That, and he liked to keep tabs on his sister; the one person he loved and loathed at the same time. Truly, the loathing outweighed the loving side of him, but there was still an inexplicable draw to her that he couldn't explain. So, on days like today where his work in headquarters was quiet, he came to walk among the prisoners and assume the role of a prisoner himself, his true alliance with Black Rose never being known.