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    The South

    Although the southern parts of the city might not have the luxuries of the north or the down town vibe of the east, but these suburbs still have their own sort of charm. Here small neighborhood owned shops often run rampant, individuals often know each other by first name. The west is a quaint, quiet part of town. It's the sort of place where children can be seen playing safely on the sidewalks and clamoring in the park. On the weekends in the families often take to the beach to enjoy the warm waters that surround the city.

    What's You'll Find Here

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    Beachside Bar & Bistro

    owned by Adelaide Labelle
    3 employees

    Beachside Bar & Bistro

    Resting right on the beach near the small, locally owned shops and markets sits a bar and bistro with an elegant yet modern interior. There is seating both indoors and outdoors on the back patio where one can enjoy the melodic sounds of saltwater waves and fresh air. The menu consists of French dishes alongside American and Seafood choices and a wide range of liquors at the bar inside to accommodate the varied tastes and cravings of its customers. It is a charming little establishment that allows for those needing a break from the busy city streets to come and unwind.

    Owner Adelaide Labelle

    Barkeeper Killian Carrick
    Waitress Abigail Hughes
    Waitress Elain Daray

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    Hyde Park

    Hyde Park

    Hyde Place takes up a large part of the Southern side of the city and includes a large playground, several fountains, and a small garden. The park is open from five in the morning till midnight though many shady characters may visit this place while it's technically "closed". The park has also been a venue for several concerts and hosts many holiday related events. Under a full moon, witches are often seen here for the sacred ground beneath the iconic Weeping Beech.

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    The Outskirts

    The Outskirts

    Beyond the city limits and over the bridge lies the deep, dark, and almost impenetrable forest. Often times seen as a way to guard this magical city from the world that surrounds it, many are entirely ignorant of the evil that may creep between those tree trunks. Many were-creatures use the forest for the transformations of their newest members and some even take to hunting here. It isn't particularly peculiar for people to go missing within this forest but once you get through, the rest of the world awaits.

and never once did they mention60.229.148.194Posted On March 07, 2018 at 1:52 PM by Alekai Evero

Azrael

Only Fools Walk Where Angels Fear To Tread



He’d spent years keeping Serafina a secret from the Council at large. After all, the hypocrisy of it was hardly lost upon him. To spend his days slaughtering the very sorts of supernatural creatures he went home to at night would hardly be looked favourably upon by the others Hunters in any sense. He was supposed to be setting an example for the thousands ranked below his own prestigious position and yet here he was, carrying on with a witch. God they’d have his fucking head if they knew. He’d persecuted other hunters for less. That secret of his relationship thereby one very well kept by both Sera and himself. Hell, outside of Raven and her own fiance he was mostly sure no one else knew. Except apparently this chain smoking imbecile. Had Sera told him? Ws this some wayward friend of hers from back when her business was a little more….shady? He looked the type. Although truly Azrael supposed he was largely inclined to think all Fae ‘looked the type’. Cunning little bastards they were. The sooner the damn species went extinct the better. Would this one’s death really be all that terrible? The council would hardly question him on it. What was one dead Fae? A dead one was a silent one after all and hell, it wouldn't be hard to trump up some charge against him to easily brush his death under the rug. He hardly looked like he was part of the Aragona Crown, thereby he was likely lacking the diplomatic immunity of that Fae line. It was possible he could be apart of that….Shadow Arena or…..Shaded Court or whatever the hell that newest Fae Monarchy was named and yet Azrael hardly feared a Monarchy in any real sense. It had been centuries since one of a decent enough size to be taken seriously existed. Besides, it would only take him two seconds to kill this creature, to force every bone in his body to break under the weight of gravity itself. Azrael long ago ceasing to adhere to the laws of physics.

Yet, still, if he was some sort of aquanitence of Sera- murdering the man was only going to set her off at him. The headache that would surely result one he hardly needed tonight. The sudden use of that word ‘sweetness’ all over again readily seeing the blonde Hunter bristle as those idle concerns were momentarily cast aside. What a bloody weird thing to call someone. Those golden eyes narrowing upon the other man once more. His near infamously short patience beginning to shorten all the more as the Fae promptly declared that it was a pet-name of sorts he called everyone by and that he’d never seen someone get so angry over it. Angry? If he thought this was angry he was damn near fooling himself. If Azrael had been angry there would have been decidedly little of the Fae man left and yet that irritation was readily beginning to tug him in just that direction. The Fae fellow decidedly talented and finding the most irritating ways to exist and yet perhaps he should hardly have been surprised. Fae were decidedly good at that. His lips setting in a thin line.

“It’s one I suggest you look at breaking.”

He snapped almost cooly once more. The Fae beginning to wander away now as Azrael easily followed behind him. The matter of just how he had come to know his girlfriends name one that he wasn’t about to readily let go off any time soon. At least not until he had some sort of answer from the man. The Fae declaring he’d never met her, that he’d simply chosen to know that information before declaring it a gift of sorts, one he apparently used better then others. Azrael merely content enough to list whatever that affinity was right along with mind reading. In the very least to place it within the same realm. It gave him something to put in this guy's file. The rest of the Hunter Council about to learn of his talent as well. Since he was clearly unconcerned with talking about it. That park gate finally in sight. Whatever else Azrael had been about to ask halted upon his tongue before the Fae spun back to face him with that inquiry on whether or not he was going to be allowed to walk home like the adult he was and that Azrael himself better was set for another tongue lashing if he didn’t. The Hunter allowed his gaze to narrow once more. An annoying affinity that one was and yet….not terribly useful in protecting him from....anything really. How easy it would be to lift him fifty feet into the air and drop him. Would he survive that? Likely not. How unfortunate.

“Adult is an awfully generous word to use to describe yourself.”

He uttered simply, that insult barely veiled in any sense as his arms folded once more over his chest. Azrael taking that moment to waver upon his own decision. The Fae walking dangerously close to Azrael's last nerve and yet the fellow almost seemed to enjoy it. As if his irritation was somehow pleasing. That soft snort erupting from him then.

“Keep your goddamn opinions to yourself or you can go home in a bodybag, Fairy Boy. Your out of the Park and that’s all I needed from you, so yes, you can go home now- but stay the hell out of my way from now on. If I get any more reports about you then you better pray I don't find you again.”

His hand waved in that easily dismissive gesture. His own affinity reached for then. Azrael disappearing as that light speed brushed over him. Leaving Braxton out of the park and away from any more unfortunate women he could irritate. Azrael content to mutter about insolent fae for the entirety of that journey home. At least he was still in time for dinner.


((I really enjoyed threading with Braxton, he was a lot of fun haha))





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