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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!

and I will love you even when we're dust amongst the stars {ASKAREE} On January 17, 2018 at 8:29 AM by vhalla solarn

you could rattle the stars.
you could do anything,
if only you dared

Reaching up with slender fingers, Vhalla draws that hood over hair to conceal her stark white hair in the darkness. Icy blue eyes watch the few men chat below her, too far away to hear what they were talking about. Quieting her breathing, she remains still in those rafters, these men having found an abandoned warehouse to finish their weapons deal. Ivan had come to her earlier in that day, giving her all the information she needed on these men, Ivan hardly ever telling her what they had done to wrong him, merely that he wanted them disposed of. Curling her nose in distaste, she shrugs the memory of that undead man out of her head, watching the way they continued to inspect those weapons below her, murmuring back and forth. Vhalla waits patiently until those weapons are put away, not entirely sure if they were loaded. She still bled and she could still die, the last thing she wanted to get was shot tonight. The woman pleased that in all her years of this line of work she had yet to be shot, bitten, stabbed, slashed, poisoned, perhaps everything else except a gun shot wound.

Absentmindedly, she runs a hand over her shoulder, remembering the last time she had been in an abandoned warehouse. The consequences afterwards had not been… pleasant in the least. Wincing at that memory, she drops her hand only to shift silently above them, the men finally finished with their transaction. The exchanging of a briefcase, which no doubt held all that money, and the massive container for the guns. Two men haul it over towards the vehicle, throwing it into the back of that SUV, staggering under the immense weight. Brows arching in surprise, Vhalla hadn’t realized how many guns had been stored away in that container, especially if two full grown men were having difficulties with the weight. As they begin to file into their vehicles, she quietly and quickly moves through those rafters towards the one and only entrance. Pausing just above, she drops a small item to the floor where it rolls and bounces, only to explode in smoke a moment more.

What ensues afterwards is utter chaos. The screeching of tires could be heard through that smoke, a crash followed soon after only to have shouting men as they fall out of their vehicles coughing and spluttering. A smile touches Vhalla’s lips then as she deftly wraps a cloth over her face as she drops into that chaos, making quick work of the men, those men hardly realizing what is happening. Gunfire is shot into the thick smoke, though they hardly know just where to shoot, instead the trigger happy one ends up taking out two of his own men before he realized that he wasn’t shooting at Vhalla. The men curse to each other, panic clearly etched into their tones as Vhalla makes her way silently through that smoke, drawing her daggers from her boots only to quickly dispatch several of the men. As they fall one by one with dull thuds to the ground, she can hear the pattering of footsteps leaving the area. Cursing, she launches herself out of that smoke, her eyes adjusting to the darkness as she watches a man flee in terror down the street.

Taking off after him, she chases him down, hardly gaining on him though he doesn’t seem to be making much progress in fleeing her either. She was trained for this, the woman flying down the street. That adrenaline would soon leave him, he would tire eventually and the woman would catch him.

Vhalla Solarn

To the stars who listen- and the dreams that are answered


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