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 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. 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
Manager Raven 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
Vampires Cobain Dalca
Cats Aiden Tetradore
Cats Harlequin Westward

we'll do it in the dark (Raven)


Posted on May 31, 2019 by Alekai Evero
West

Azrael

Only Fools Walk Where Angels Fear To Tread



This was...significantly fucking harder then he had anticipated. Azrael griped the side of that boat harder, that cold steel and chilling wind biting at his skin and plunging that icy cold down to his bones. His foot slipped upon that narrow edge for the fourth time, the Hunter scrambling to balance once more. Scaling the side of the Ark had perhaps not been his very best plan and yet that little idiot at the front had refused to let him in! It would have been far easier to just shoot the Mexican fellow and yet there was every chance that doing so might manage to displease Raven significantly and so prompt her to say no to his request to assist him tonight. Business at that floating battle arena of a ship was only just now beginning to pick up, Azrael assured he would hardly have blended in with such a small line. Phoning Raven had led to his call going right to voicemail meaning either the woman was ignoring him or she was simply not near her phone. The often irritable blonde Hunter thereby deciding the only logical method of achieving her attention was to climb up and over the side of that boat and go and find her. A task that had proven to be easier said than done. His affinity for gravity reached out easily, pushing him back towards the boat. Azrael glanced downward, his golden gaze eyeing the waves below before another grumble left his lips, the man at last reaching up to grip that railing and pull himself over the side and onto the top deck. Well. That was a fucking ordeal. He blamed Tetradore for this.

His hands brushed at his jeans, wiping off that salt and cracked paint and rust that had clung to them before heading toward that door that no doubt led down and into the depths of the Ark itself. A door that was, mercifully, open. Azrael swung that steel door shut behind him before heading down those stairs and into the depths of the ship, the sound from those fights echoing somewhere in the distance. He could see at least ten violations of safety codes here already. Did Tetradore even have a fire exit on this rust bucket? Probably not. Another grumble left his lips as he reached that upper floor, this floor containing those bedrooms and offices. Raven very likely to be in....one of these. It would be....unfortunate if he were to walk into the wrong room. Particular that of Tobias. That shaggy-haired man rarely tolerant of him. Tetradore was equally as likely to act with agitation toward him. Azrael's arms folded, his golden gaze glancing from one door to the next as if searching for some clue about which one might be Raven's. They all looked the same! He could hardly remember which one he'd seen her in before the night he'd stitched her wounds with Sera. The sudden sound of someone coming along that hall readily saw the Hunter engage that lightning fast speed, the man ducking behind and opened door as man, an employee of some kind, strode past and down the stairs to that main floor. The soft vibration within his pocket momentarily coaxing that surprise to his features.

"Oh now you ring me back."

Those words were hardly more then a mutter as Azrael reached into his pocket to pluck that mobile phone from within before lifting it to his ear. Raven seemed decidedly baffled as to why he was calling at all before apologizing for being in the shower.

"I'm in you fucking maze of a boat and I'm- what? Yes. The Ark. I'm on the Ark right now. Im standing outside all the bedrooms, which one is yours? Tobias isn't with you is he? Alright I'll wait just hurry up."

Tha phone call was abruptly ended, the sound of someone stepping out of one of those rooms seeing the Hunter step out from behind the door just in time to see Raven emerging from her own room and coming towards him. He'd have to remember which one it was. Not that she actually seemed to want him in her room. That was logical he supposed. Still, next time he was sure he'd just have Sera magically summon the wolf for him. It was far easier then this. Even Azrael willing to concede to the usefulness of magic in that situation. The Hunter waited only so long as it took Raven to reach him.

"I need you to come to work tonight. With me. Now ideally."




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