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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.

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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!

something wicked this way comes50.125.73.209Posted On February 25, 2018 at 7:24 PM by serafina dubois


Those keys jingled against one another as the young girl walked down that familiar pathway through those warehouses. She loathed how busy today was becoming, between the store front’s sudden popularity with the newest magical product she’d stocked her shelves with, to the unexpected moving of a meeting with a client after a particularly hard to spell. In fact, it was that very upcoming event that led the woman away from that store within the Black Market and through that labyrinth of large warehouse buildings. She had already placed the object she had spelled away in storage when she had finished the task early. That due date he required it by wasn’t for another month. Frankly, he was lucky she had been rather on top of her custom orders. A soft sigh left her lips as she neared that building that had been converted to consist of much smaller warehouses of storage than those full sized large ones that surrounded it. Her fingers flicked at those keys that decorated that key ring, the girl hunting for one in particular only to glance up and find herself staring at a near corporeal figure in her pathway - one that only she could see.

‘That bastard killed me.’. The man spoke to her. Her eyebrows rose and yet, the girl was hardly perturbed by the appearance of the ghost. They were quite commonplace in her world. Many wanted something from her - help moving on to the other side due to some task that was left undone. This one was a recently turning. This one clearly wanted revenge. They were the kind she tended to avoid. “Don’t care.” The girl responded quite simply as she walked around him towards that door of her own warehouse. ‘I’m dead! He slit my throat and watched me bleed! My fucking body is still warm!’ The man protested, pointing towards the warehouse across the ‘street’ from her own. That one was far bigger than anything she’d ever required, owned by some company transporting some sort of rugs or something tactile. “Still don’t care.” The woman retorted as her key fit into the doorknob of her own unit. If she just continued to brush him off, he’d go away. Or if he followed her back to her own store, several of the ghosts there would be sure to put the man in his place. There were a few of them, after all, that she had befriended enough for them to attempt to protect the woman, in some fashion, from things that often went unseen.

‘He’s still here…he may kill you too…’ Those words were but a whisper in her ear and yet, it was that suggestion of her own impending danger that caught her attention, causing the girl to spin on her heels. The ghost was already moving away from her, beckoning her toward that building. Her lips pressed together ever so slightly in discontent as she considered her options. She could simply continue with her own task and ignore the specter entirely. After all, there was every possibility that the fellow was lying in an attempt to gain her attention. She’d certainly been down that route before. And yet, some ghosts were easily pacified by just finding their body and reporting them to the proper authorities too. Her fingers drummed against her thigh before a rather loud sigh left her lips, her head tilted back towards the sky, those long black locks tumbling down her back in the process. “Ugh, FINE.” The woman insisted, that annoyance quite clear in her voice. God, she so wasn’t ready to deal with this today. She should really look into some sort of like…mobile…ghost ward or something. Or would they be ‘denying her power’? The last thing she wanted to deal with already was her ghastly mentor bitching in her ear.

Serafina shoved those keys into her pocket as she moved to follow the ghost towards that warehouse. She paused at the door, sliding it open only to stare into that darkness. The girl waited till her eyes adjusted and yet, she hardly stepped into that warehouse any further. Quite on the contrary, she simply eyed that body from the safe distance she was at, even despite the phantoms frantic waving her closer. Okay, he was a body, he was dead. Check. Wasn’t that enough for him to go away yet? She watched as the ghost moved back towards her with the clear intention of pulling her into that warehouse. God, she hated when they were upset enough that they could touch her. It sent chills down her spine every time. “I think I’d rather stay out here.” She stated abruptly, stepping back out into the sunlight and yet, there was no mistaking that she’d certainly seen that bloody scene. This was such a bad idea, especially if the murderer was still afoot. That was clearly done by a man not afraid of getting his hand’s bloody….it was violent. Those ones always made for the worst sort of ghosts.

serafina dubois




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