West

The western part of the city is often home to the poorer residents. Here there is a grunginess that permeates the town from the graffiti on the once cleaned brick buildings to the broken and unmaintained architecture. Crime runs high within the western half of town, making it the home of supernatural gangs of illicit activities. Such activities are rarely reported, however, and most residents are distrustful of individual's of authorities, and often let the powerful supernatural beings sort things out amongst themselves. Be careful wandering the Western streets after the sun falls.

What You'll Find Here

Black Market
Cull & Pistol
Noah's Ark
Syn

Black Market

Just like any city - Sacrosanct is not without it's deep, dark underbelly. Hidden in the graffiti-ridden streets of the West, behind closed warehouse doors, lies the Black Market. Forever moving, it's nearly impossible to find without knowing someone who knows someone. Anything you desire can be brought for a hefty price within the Black Market - be it drugs, weapons, or lives.

What You'll Find Here

Edge of the Circle

Cull & Pistol

Hidden within the dark alleyways of the Western Ward, Cull & Pistol is a dim, often smoky bar. With a small variety of bottled and craft beers, Cull & Pistol is a quaint little neighborhood joint. With its no-frills moto, the dingy bar offers little more than liquor, music from an old jukebox, and a few frequently occupied pool tables.

Bartender Raylin Chike

Noah's Ark

Resting upon the harbor, Noah's Ark (known simply as The Ark) is a sleek superyacht known both for its fight rings and recent...renovations, of sorts. Accessible from an entrance hidden in the shadows, The Ark is a veritable Were-playground that specializes in fighting tournaments for all creatures great and small. With both singles and doubles tournaments to compete in, the title of Ark Champion is hotly contested amongst the Were population. If anything illegal is going on in the city it's sure to be happening within the back rooms or behind the ring-side bar. Note: This is a Were only establishment. All other species will be swiftly escorted out.
Home of: Nightshade

Owner Aiden Tetradore

Co-owner Tobias Cain
Bar Manager Mira Ramos
Bartender Henry Tudor
Waitress Carolina Bedford

Syn

Within the turbulent industrial district lies this club. The warehouse doesn't look like much on the outside but it provides a memorable experience from the state of the art lighting, offbeat Victorian-inspired artwork, comfortable black leather lounges, and the infamous 'black light' room. There is a wide variety of alcohol that lines the shelves of both of the magical and ordinary variety. It is a common stomping ground for the supernatural who want to let loose and dance the night away to the music that floods the establishment. Humans are most welcome if they dare.

Owner Risque Voth

Manager Darcy Blackjack
Cats Aiden Tetradore
Cats Harlequin Westward

I haven't ever really found a place that I call home


Posted on September 18, 2021 by emerance
West


The jade hue of her irises lingered upon the man in front of her, simply watching with inquisitiveness as his brows furrowed in clear thought. Emerance had some vague notion of the thoughts that tumbled in his mind - what with his insistence that she was merely some made up figment of his imagination. She saw no reason to counter his belief, no need to insist upon how very real she was. After all, what did it matter? It hardly helped him find the home he was looking for. Surely though, it was that very conundrum he dwelled upon now - wasn't it? Though, she supposed she hardly knew what went on in the mind of the deluded. How very....fascinating it made him. Emerance hardly missed a beat, however, continuing the conversation without any reservations as she informed him of her name...and the far easier nickname she had earned over the years. Em. The syllable was repeated upon his lips in that heavy English accent and immediately a smile fluttered across his face. It was nothing short of infectious, Emerance incapable of returning it with the soft, friendly one of her own. Her head bobbed in confirmation of the word before those deep jade eyes were distracted by something else entirely - the crumpled bill he'd pulled from his pocket to pay for the coffee he'd been previously indulging in before her intrusion. How quickly she noted how very foreign it was! Emerance had never actually seen a pound before, not in real life.

Her fingers reached out, delicately plucking the paper from the tabletop. For a moment she eyed the bill, only to reach for her purse and pluck several American bills from it's depths. Her American cash was placed upon the table as the young girl offered a simple exchange - those bills certainly enough to cover his coffee. Thankfully, her offer was graciously accepted and without hesitation, Emerance offered him an all too warm beam as she slipped her little souvenir of the morning's events into her purse. Ah! But the young woman's determination hardly stopped there. After all, he had said he'd recently acquired an apartment and...to be frank...it looked to Emerance as if he certainly could use the help returning to it. It had hardly escaped her notice how...worse for wear he appeared. He seemed....more like someone who was homeless rather than someone who'd just stepped off a plane to start a new life in a foreign country. She certainly was not in a place to judge, however, considering Emerance was crashing at her brothers after abandoning a life in California. She reached for the apartment brochure, only to eye the address in consideration. Though she didn't exactly know the cross street...she knew of one of the roads, surely finding the complex was within her capabilities this morning.

Emerance slid from the booth, the apartment's marketing material still in hand as she glanced up at him, altogether oblivious of his fear of her departure. Her gaze turned back towards him as she gestured towards the door, clearly extending an invitation to join her. How quickly his features transformed! She watched as that small frown shifted into a full on grin as he chuckled, only to quickly scramble out of the booth. Emerance led the way towards the diner door, inattentive to the chef's and their baffled gazes or the relief from the waitress - the young woman entirely single minded when she so set out to be. In fact, it wasn't until Ben nearly tripped over himself in an effort to open the door for her that she paused, only to offer him another gentle simper. "Thank you." She offered, finding the gesture wholly endearing. She stepped out onto the city streets, her gaze briefly scanned their surroundings before she turned to her left, only to meander at an easy pace down the sidewalk, careful to ensure she fell in step with Ben. It was his inquiry that prompted a warm laughter from the girl's lips and quickly her head shook, her brown locks stirring with the gesture. "Uh....no, I wouldn't exactly call it that. But I think it'll be okay where you are. Just steer clear of the warehouse district and the waterfront and try not to go out at night, okay?" She insisted, repeating the very same thing her Dark Hunter brother had told her. "I think it's...this way...oh! Yes, see, this is 33rd so it should be down there..." Her voice trailed off as she glanced down the intersection, only to turn right and lead him across the street, entirely unperturbed of the people that slowly began to populate the sidewalks on their rush to their jobs.

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