West

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

What You'll Find Here

Black Market
Cull & Pistol
Noah's Ark
Syn

Black Market

Just like any city - Sacrosanct is not without it's deep, dark underbelly. Hidden in the graffiti-ridden streets of the West, behind closed warehouse doors, lies the Black Market. Forever moving, it's nearly impossible to find without knowing someone who knows someone. Anything you desire can be brought for a hefty price within the Black Market - be it drugs, weapons, or lives.

What You'll Find Here

Edge of the Circle

Cull & Pistol

Hidden within the dark alleyways of the Western Ward, Cull & Pistol is a dim, often smoky bar. With a small variety of bottled and craft beers, Cull & Pistol is a quaint little neighborhood joint. With its no-frills moto, the dingy bar offers little more than liquor, music from an old jukebox, and a few frequently occupied pool tables.

Bartender Raylin Chike

Noah's Ark

Resting upon the harbor, Noah's Ark (known simply as The Ark) is a sleek superyacht known both for its fight rings and recent...renovations, of sorts. 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. Note: This is a Were only establishment. All other species will be swiftly escorted out.
Home of: Nightshade

Owner Aiden Tetradore

Co-owner Tobias Cain
Bar Manager Mira Ramos
Bartender Henry Tudor
Waitress Carolina Bedford

Syn

Within the turbulent industrial district lies this club. The warehouse doesn't look like much on the outside but it provides a memorable experience from the state of the art lighting, offbeat Victorian-inspired artwork, comfortable black leather lounges, and the infamous 'black light' room. There is a wide variety of alcohol that lines the shelves of both of the magical and ordinary variety. It is a common stomping ground for the supernatural who want to let loose and dance the night away to the music that floods the establishment. Humans are most welcome if they dare.

Owner Risque Voth

Manager Darcy Blackjack
Cats Aiden Tetradore
Cats Harlequin Westward

and I will love you even when we're dust amongst the stars {ASKAREE}


Posted on January 17, 2018 by vhalla solarn
West Reopen Thread

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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