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    The West

    The western part of the city is often home to the poorer residents. Here there is a certain grunge 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, instead letting the powerful supernatural beings sort things out amongst themselves. Be careful wandering the Western streets after the sun falls.

    What's You'll Find Here

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    Noah's Ark

    owned by Aiden Tetradore
    1 employees

    Noah's Ark

    Resting upon the harbor, Noah's Ark appears to be little more than an abandoned cargo ship. 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.

    Owner Aiden Tetradore

    Co-owner Tobias Cain

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    Warehouse District

    Warehouse District

    The warehouse district rests just upon the harbor within the city. Many of the warehouses belong to corporate companies although some are used for less the legal means. Be careful when wandering this district at night for many groups meet within those dark, dilapidated buildings. There are also whispers of hard to obtain goods being sold behind those closed doors but you have to know who's who to get an in!

virtue has a veil, vice a mask47.186.158.204Posted On November 12, 2017 at 1:07 PM by Raven Clocksworth

i'm not ashamed of my scars, i'm ashamed of the world for not understanding.

That’s what friends were for, right? To support one another in whatever task they wanted to accomplish. There were a few times when Raven overheard the witch having a self-doubted conversation to herself, or perhaps with one of those specters that liked to follow her around. Behind that hard and stern exterior there was a little girl that still held insecurity within herself. No one else could see it or even took the time to, but Raven could. It wasn’t that hard, because she knew the little signs that gave it away. Potions was something the woman excelled at more so than any other witchy thing. There were many times when she found the woman having a wide grin as she was deep in concentration with her concoctions. It was obvious that the woman had gone through many trial runs with the current mixture she was working on. All those shattered glass littered everywhere against that one wall in her basement. Raven had no doubt that this time Serafina would be successful. However, if her fingers needed to be crossed to assure this time she would be triumphant then she would do it. As soon as the woman threw the bottle she waited with quivering anticipation to see if this would work out. As soon as she saw one pink butterfly appear from the glittering smoke she couldn’t help, but give the woman a warm grin. As the sparkling pink butterflies flew around them she voiced out her proposition of using them for profit. With a shrug she explained further the very idea that this could actually be quite beneficial for the woman’s pocket.

“Yea, you know how kids are these days. They want impossible things. I’m pretty sure there’s a girl out there begging her parents for butterflies, and you know those parents don’t want to have real butterflies in their house. But with glitzy pink butterflies contained in a bottle, and they don’t have to take care of real butterflies, this gives them an instant solution.”

Without much thought she happily distributed the contents of their lunch. While Serafina was busy working on her potions to get them correct she was doing the same thing, only her final product was food. It was just the two of them so it was difficult to hear the girl that muttered under her breath the possible ideas of doing things other than butterflies. Her ideas seemed positive and used for good. It was a shame, but Raven’s thoughts to this potion was a bit more nefarious. Uncertain if Serafina would agree to the possible ideas that danced in her head she spoke up a bit louder, planting the potential seed of more avenues of profits. After working in the Ark and helping her Alpha with his own little empire in the West, Raven had quite the entrepreneur spirit.

“Or bees, hornets, mosquitoes, bats, or spiders. Could scare a bunch of people or trick them, like April Fools or Halloween. So, that would be more money in your pocket, holiday versions.”

With all the food she had prepared laid out before them she was quite eager to see if her hard work would pay off. Not to mention just how in the world she was going to surprise the woman with her own good news. This was probably something she should have put more thought into rather than the food. The one thing she knew she had to do was make sure she wasn’t acting weird or strange. That should be a bit easy, right? Maybe. The mention of a potion being able to remove an ink to do a temporary tattoo was met with a dissatisfied shake of her head. There were two ways to have a temporary tattoo and they didn’t involve magic at all. Surely there were better potions that Serafina could do. It was rare to hear the woman say any praise without some sort of sarcastic response to follow right after. Cheerfully she accepted the compliment not wanting to punch a gift horse in the mouth.

“Thank You! I was asked if we could include more seafood in our meals, and this is my third attempt at sushi.”

Picking up her own fish she happily chewed on it finding raw fish still sort of weird. Cooked fish was better. Even if her primal side begged to differ. It was that innocent question of why she was in a good mood today that caught her completely off guard, so much so that she coughed as she swallowed her food. Catching her breath and giving the witch a shy smile she explained herself quite naturally.

“Oh…um…you know, just things are going well. Tetradore is alive and back with us. Everyone’s really happy, well happy is an understatement, more like thrilled. Apparently he made a Were so we have a new member. Um...Tobi is learning how to read and write. So, yea things are just going well and why not celebrate?”

There none of that seemed odd or out of place right?

Raven Clocksworth.
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