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    Within the Northern vicinity of the city the wealthy gather behind meticulously trimmed hedges and high class victorian architecture. The streets are paved with stone, the buildings are made of brick, and the storefronts are brightly lit and inviting. In the North every establishment is made to cater to the rich and the wealthy. Many such places are used to the sometimes peculiar requests of the otherworldly but here there is little that money cannot buy - weather it be illegal or merely looking the other way. Vampires and Dark Hunters are often found upon these Northern streets, their long lives often contributing to their sizable wealth which allow them the luxuries that the North provides.

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    St. Pancras Station

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    St. Pancras Station

    A historical train station renovated in to a luxury resort-style country club that unites Victorian elegance with contemporary style. Relax in the full-service spa featuring spa treatments, saunas, spa pools with hydro therapy & aqua bar, and relaxation lounges. The club offers many dining and entertainment options including Seven Sisters Lounge, Victoria Bistro, Barlow Gastropub and the formal St. Pancras restaurant as well as boutique shopping and event halls. Join The Chambers Club for a more exclusive entertainment experience.

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    The VooDoo Room

    The Voodoo Room is an award winning bar that aims to provide an eclectic and exotic atmosphere. The bar is filled with intoxicating liquors and a voodoo vibe to keep you coming back. Their mixologists meet the highest standards with our fantastical themed selections of cocktails and specials.

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    The Witchery

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    The Witchery

    Dark, gothic, and throughly theatrical, the Witchery is a place to indulge yourself with it's fabulously lavish suites. Whatever room you choose, you'll find glamor, indulgence and luxury. The suites you have to choose from are: the Vestry, Sempill, the Old Rectory, the Library, the Turret, Heriot, Guardsroom, Armory.

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Pay no mind to the rabble74.113.229.154Posted On September 16, 2015 at 6:47 AM by Davante Dorian

Little angel go away, come again some other day.
The devil has my ear today.

I think I would have made a better feline than any other creature. Their lonesome intent and relatively hostile exterior suited me far better than what was socially and commonly acceptable as a human being. Granted, human wasn’t necessarily the most accurate adjective to describe the kind of being that I happen to be – supernatural, maybe. Magical, sure. I would accept either one of those adjectives attempting to describe who and what I am. Just think about witches and warlocks and how throughout history, they’re portrayed regularly with felines at their sides. Aloof and often smug, irritable and generally callous I embodied particularly feline traits that didn’t make me a good team member or manager of a slew of employees. Unfortunately, I found myself holding both of those roles; unable to continue in Arsenaal all by myself, employees were necessary.

There had been a rather large array of applicants desiring to work at the weaponry. From Hunters to Fae, Weres to Vampires… I’d seen all of the applications. There were only one or two that genuinely caught my eye… one or two out of hundreds. Some of the employees were hired under the guise of ‘customer service’, only to be exiled after a day or two of work. How did they expect me to listen to their chirpy words and pleasantries? I was head of a weaponry, not a nursery. Annoyed and entirely sick of the endeavor, I’d been … okay, thrilled isn’t the right word. But I’d been pleasantly surprised when a young Egyptian woman had slunk into Arsenaal and professed an affinity for the wears of the shop. It had become easier, deciding who or what might work well in the shop, and on the spot I’d decided that she was fitting. With acidic words and a hostile glint in her eyes, offering her a job was all I could do to keep my hopes from rising that someone might share my discontent with the customers of the shop and complain as loudly and thoroughly as I would about them.

“Vexing? Be honest. Downright terrible is a better description.”

Spencer’s words pulled me from my musing, reminding me that I owed him at least the briefest graces of my attention. It would seem, though, that his attention had been gently tugged elsewhere by the very piece of eye-candy I’d been musing over. With great amusement, it dawned on me that he had yet to realize the woman in question was our guest of honor and a soft chuckle left my lips. I guess chuckle isn’t the right word, considering it might mean that I had any positive intention – and let me assure you, I didn’t – before my arms crossed over my chest and my brow rose briefly as if to invite Askaree to make her presence known to us.

“Mm… Amphibian, reptile… Either or. You all and your scales are all the same,” I mused, a façade of light hearted humor slithering (ha) through my words. Askaree commanded attention in a way I was used to, allowing me to relax in her presence which I greatly appreciated. Spencer, on the other hand, looked far more uncomfortable and that only encouraged my smile to morph into something far more mischievous and Cheshire of a grin.

“I’m sure you do,” I offered to Spencer, my eyes glinting wickedly. “Askaree, it’s a pleasure to see you again. Tell me, before we get mixed up in anything else… what did you think of my offer?”


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Don’t fret, precious.
I'm here.




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