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
Cats Aiden Tetradore
Cats Harlequin Westward

something wicked this way comes


Posted on July 20, 2019 by serafina dubois
West


Serafina was nothing if not utterly focused upon her craft at hand, her stormy gaze hardly even bothering to glance up at the sound of her store door opening. In fact, it wasn't even until Raven approached the counter at the back of the shop that the girl provided her familiar even a glimpse of acknowledgment. That distinct playfulness to Raven's tone, however, did little more than prompt a scowl to the girl's features. She was hardly against the teasing, her own distinctly difficult situation within the present moment, however, made her less than enthused of this 'trouble' that she clearly just went out of her way to find. That soft snicker did little to deter that glimpse of determination upon her features as she grounded those herbs into a fine sort of paste, that water added shortly after to create the base of what she vaguely remembered to a be a truth serum of some kind - or at least, that's what she hoped this one was. Sometimes the sheer number of magical recipes that filled her brain resulted in a bit of...mixing of the ingredients...on accident, of course. That grumble from her lips, however, seemed to prompt an all too eager grin from the curly-haired woman. Raven was clearly in a very good mood. It seemed as if marriage suited her companion. Good for her. Raven's insistence that it was her job to help caused the witch's eyebrow to raise ever so slightly, her stormy gaze momentarily steadfast upon the woman in some sort of silent thought before, slowly, she nodded. "I guess it is."

It was the sudden sound of muffled banging behind her that immediately drew Serafina's gaze to the shut door of her workshop. Her lips pressed together in a hard line as she watched Raven move inquisitively towards the door. It was probably best to inform the girl exactly why she had asked her to come before she opened the door and found out on her own. There was an almost factual tone to her soprano lyrics as Serafina informed her familiar not only of what she had taped to a chair in her work room, but too what she had discovered that he had done. The sheer number of those photos was....almost overwhelming really. The man somehow had managed to inquire more photos of herself and the people within her life than even she had. Her head bobbed in confirmation at the concerned sound to Raven's voice and yet, she was almost anticipating those questions. "I walked out the front of the store and then around to the back and waited in the alley till he got curious enough to investigate." She stated, hardly even bothering to consider the amount of danger she could have placed herself within, had the man been far more....aggressive then he had. "I caught him and looked through that fancy camera he was carrying around." A small frown traced her lips as she considered the very answer to 'why'. Why indeed? Serafina was not anyone of particular note, nor was she of any real value to anyone. Her eyebrows furrowed as she weighed those possibilities. "You don't think he's...trying to blackmail Azrael or something, is he?" After all, her Hunter hadn't quite been forthcoming with their relationship and his Council. She hadn't quite understood why him dating her was such a taboo. It was yet another aspect of their relationship that she merely accepted.

It was that additional thud of something falling that seemed to provoke an immediate reaction within Raven - the woman all but charging towards the door. "Raven...." Serafina's voice was low, a mere warning not to do something they might regret though she made no move to stop her familiar as Raven pounded upon the door. That threat provoked a glimpse of amusement within Serafina's features as she recited that final words over her potion - prompting it to glow with the incantation. The soft rub of Raven's shoulder against her own hardly interrupted her as her canine muttered softly in her ear. Slowly, the young witch shook her head and yet, she waited until her potion was completed before answering. "If someone is waiting to hear from him, killing him could arouse suspicion....we could...erase his memory? Or just...rewrite it maybe...." Her eyebrows furrowed as she considered the options ahead of her. Maybe it was just best to figure out why the man was after her themselves, then they could make a plan from there? She lifted that potion, shaking it ever so slightly as she eyed it. "Well....it's done.....ready to try it?" Serafina inquired before she glanced at her companion. Frankly, the girl was glad she didn't have to do this alone.

serafina dubois


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