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.

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

something wicked this way comes


Posted on August 28, 2019 by serafina dubois
West


The soft exhale upon Raven's lips caused the young witch to momentarily glance up from her work, her fingers still working diligently to crush her herbs into a fine paste. A singular manicured brow rose as she eyed the way Raven's arms were folded across her chest. The gesture alone was surely indicative of the lecture she was undoubtedly about to receive. Preemptively, Serafina rolled her storm colored irises, already prepared for the speech to come as her attention returned back to the far more vital task at hand. "And what would have happened if I had called you and then you had gotten hurt? It wouldn't have made a difference either way." The young witch responded curtly, the girl far too difficult to be reasoned within such a manner. "Besides, you heal slowly anyways so we really wouldn't be in any better of a situation." Her shoulder lifted in a halfhearted shrug, the witch was decidedly certain that, out of both of them, neither were really prepared for the physical consequences of any real danger. Frankly, if she had truly thought the man was a thread, she would have called Azrael to deal with it, or Brennan. After all, what was a mere man to her Angelic hunter or her Demonslayer? Besides, he was, after all, a mere man, of that Serafina had made certain of before she had lured him to his demise - not that she really intended on doing any sort of 'demising' to begin with.

The banging behind the door drew her gaze away from her workings as a frown etched in the corners of her features. Her captured stalker was doing his best to escape from her clutches but Serafina had little intention of letting him go without some answers. The witch watched in silence as Raven's hand curled into a fist, the woman abruptly banging back on the door with her own audible threat. A soft sigh left Serafina's witch as she worked on finishing those last few items she required for her potion. Softly, Serafina called her familiar's name, that singular word momentarily subsiding the woman's anger. Even so, the witch was hardly prepared for that soft brush of Raven's shoulder against her own in a glimpse of rare affection between the two women. Briefly, she glanced up at the Were before her attention fluttered back to the now lightly glowing liquid. With a furrowed brow, Serafina was quick to shoot down the proposition of merely murdering the fellow. After all, there was far more to take into consideration - such as why the man was taking pictures of her or whether or not he was working with someone else. After all, it wasn't as if the witch was terribly exciting of a person in the first place. Sure, she had high profile clients but...they'd never stooped to this level before. It was that consideration that prompted the inquiry of whether or not this was about Azrael instead of her? It was the only other individual she knew of who had a secret of some kind, even if that secret was her.

Her head bobbed in silent agreement as Raven insisted they would find out the answer to all of those questions, only for the Were to begin pacing. As if that would ease either of their anxiety! It was only a few moments later before the girl announced her potion was finished as she swished the blue liquid around the vial she had placed it in. Her gaze turned towards the door that led to her workshop, only for her gaze to shift downwards towards the floor as those shadows began to move. She said nothing of it, however, simply letting Raven work her magic before the Were turned to insist that she was ready. Serafina's head bobbed firmly as her fingers reached for the door, pulling it almost hesitantly open. The very last thing she expected, however, was to find the man still tied to her chair, several feet from where she had left him, on the floor in front of the back door. Clearly, he had attempted some...maneuver from the movies, only to discover jumping taped to a chair was not as easy as it looked. A soft snort left her nose as she eyed the fallen man, only to gesture slightly towards him. "Why don't you pick him up Raven, and hold his nose for me so I can pour this down his mouth."

serafina dubois


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