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

we're looking for angels in the darkest of skies


Posted on April 28, 2018 by Alekai Evero
West

Azrael

Only Fools Walk Where Angels Fear To Tread



"You wouldn't have even been able to stab the guy if I hadn't got you off your ass to begin with!"

Those words were snapped towards the woman once more. Azrael remaining entirely oblivious to the notion she was trying to aggravate him if only to make him all the more inclined to increase the ferocity off his fighting. Azrael an almost painfully easy target to irritate, his patience notoriously short and yet- he was hardly inclined to let anything happen to the woman even despite his near biting words. In the end, Kat was still a Hunter and a Council Hunter at that. She was a companion, a...friend....sort of and by that notion alone he was obligated to protect her. Even if he never would understand her relationship with a man Azrael was assured was by far the most incompetent Hunter he had ever met. His hand lifted easily then, aiming that blast of light toward the other Hunter and obliterating that shield he had attempted to use to defend himself, that flash of light almost blinding as the other man yelped and Azrael cut off that power if only to prevent himself from murdering the man. After all, Kat probably wanted him alive, whoever he was. Azrael equally inclined to demand answers from the man.

Kat's insistence as she rose and twisted those blades with her own powers that he had blinded the guy 'for ten seconds' readily prompted that roll of his eyes once more. Azrael hardly caring for what their opponent might hear of that conversation all the same as the other hunter fell to his knees. The irritable blonde content to engage his power once more to help hold the man down and further the effect of Kat's knives. The pair of them, it seemed, capable of working together even when fighting with one another. It was his mention of Kohl, however, that seemed to prompt a genuine interest from the woman as she came to his side. Azrael hardly missing that flicker of....something within her gaze at the mention off her boyfriend. There was something going on with the pair of them, Azrael determined to find out what it was at some point or another. If their lovers spat affected the council he was damn sure he was inclined to know about it, especially if whatever was going on seemed to involve some sort of rouge Hunter group or whoever it was this other guy worked for.

His jaw set in a hard line all the same at that query of just what Kohl had wanted, Azrael mildly reluctant to admit that man had somehow managed to infiltrate their headquarters, access the main computer and steal every mission file Kat had ever been involved in along with Kat's file itself. He had thought, originally, that kat herself might have been involved in that very theft and yet that singular look on the womans face inclined him to believe otherwise. Besides, why would she have Kohl steal her own file? She could access that herself. At least Pretty Boy had proven he had some skill when it came to computer hacking and illegal downloads. Not that Azrael found it to impressive of a skill to begin with- even if their own security technicians had taken days to work out what he had done. Kat suddenly insisting she had told Kohl to stay out of it to.....keep him safe?

His attention shifted briefly away from Kat and toward their temporary prisoner, Azrael warning him readily not to lie, his own affinity for the truth sure to indicate to him the moment the man did. The other Hunter instead seeming to pick up on their own conversation as Azrael's own golden gaze snapped towards him. His boss? Who the hell was his boss and what did he have to do with Kat? What did he have to do with Kohl? He could almost feel Kat tense beside him at the mention of it. Why was someone staking out Kohl's house? His affinity assuring him that mans words were true and yet they were cut short by Kat twisting those knives all the more deeply and prompting that scream from him. Her voice laced with anxiety then as Azrael frowned once more.

"Protect him from who Kat? If you don't tell me what's going on I can't help you. Who is Viktor? Why does he want Kohl and you? Are you in some sort of trouble?"

Did they owe money? Then again he knew what Kat's salary was, it was the same as his, with money like that, let alone what Kohl made, they shouldn't have been struggling to pay off debts unless they were buying multi-million dollar homes all over the world ever second day. Still, the way their 'prisoner' spoke hardly filled him with confidence either. Damn Kohl. Maybe he disliked the guy but he was still one of them, even if not an official council member he'd never acted against them in the least. A heavy sigh escaping him then.

"Deal with our friend here for a minute."

He gestured toward that other Hunter then, stepping briefly aware from the pair to fish that phone from his jeans pocket while still keeping that gravity weighing down on the other man. Someone amongst their ranks had to be near Kohl's house. Someone could surely check on the man at least? Azrael keeping at least one ear on that conversation behind him as Kat sought to encourage their companion to share what he knew. Azraels fingers flying across the screen as he sent that text message, turning back to Kat then, just in time to hear that other Hunter's assurance he was hardly going to talk. Kat's soft murmur seeing his head tilt slightly, that near imperceptible nod offered then. Azrael stepping forward to stand before the other Hunter now.

"The thing is, the Council frowns upon other Hunters killing each other, it's true, but my friend and I are the Council, we answer to each other and I think I would be willing to allow her to kill you, after all, if you don't know anything, your not any use to us, is he Kat?"

He glanced readily toward his companion then, Azrael entirely serious about that threat. If the man refused to talk then what good was he? Killing him would take one more out of this....Viktors army. Perhaps killing the man might involve Azrael in whatever war this was and yet it had already involved him by involving Kat in turn. Azrael suddenly allowing that gravity on the man to increase, pressing him further and further down into the ground.

"I will push every bone out of your sad little body in the next two minutes unless you tell my friend what she wants to know. You can talk, or you can die as far as I'm concerned and if you know anything at all about me you will know I'm afflicted with a terribly inability to lie- so what I'm saying must be true. I really will kill you."

It was relatively simply really. He could talk- or he could not. Azrael's temper nearly as infamous as his ability to be....ruthless when the mood should strike him. The man holding little pity nor mercy for those he found irritating enough. Perhaps Kat would choose to spare him but here and now Azrael hardly felt the same. That power continuing to press down on the Hunter more and more as he fished that phone from his pocket once more. Those words uttered to Kat alone.

"Your boyfriend isn't at home again, I've got a man there now. In fact, he says it looks like Kohl hasn't been home in over a week but there's no sign of any foul play. Looks like Pretty Boy left on his own, either your boy is MIA or he's gone rouge. I suggest we go and check his place out once we are done here- unless you have another idea?"



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