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
Cull & Pistol
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.
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.
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.
Her eyebrow rose ever so slightly at the seemingly dejected manner in which Raven stared at the floor - her healing was seemingly a point of contention for the woman though why Raven seemed so upset about it was beyond Serafina's understanding. "I didn't say it couldn't help you keep me safe." The witch responded with a roll of her stormy colored irises. "I'm just pointing out you're as vulnerable as I am and I am just as capable, now, of taking care of myself." After all, she was hardly the same feeble, powerless woman she had been when the pair had first met. She was not the woman who could be pushed around by her mentor or kidnapped as easily as she once was. Times had changed, and in turn, Serafina herself had changed with them. Thankfully, Raven's despondency was quickly replaced by a hint of anger at the sound of those noises that reverberated from the depths of her makeshift office. The sounds alone caused Serafina's gaze to briefly shift over her shoulder towards the closed door, only for the woman to quickly refocus upon her task at hand. She remained silent as those threats left Raven's lips, only to beckon the woman towards her before Raven attempts to follow through with those threats. It almost perturbed the young woman, in some ways, the ease at which Raven seemed to resort to murder. Even Serafina, for all her lack of care for life in general, was not so keen to kill.
The witch was quick to brush off any such ideas, however, at the very mention of her finished potion. With her bottle of glowing liquid in hand, Serafina approached that door - allowing Raven the moment she desired to summon her shadows in some manner to keep them safe from what lay on the other side. Admittedly, Serafina was fairly certain the man was still taped to her chair but...even she was willing to play it safe. The woman was almost amused, as she pushed open the door to her workroom, to find the man still tied to her chair, on the floor. Neither woman, it seemed, was terribly impressed with his efforts as the pair snorted almost in unison. Serafina gingerly swooshed the liquid in her vial as she offered those instructions to her familiar. She watched as the small flick of Raven's hand pulled both man and chair back upwards, the fellow's head colliding roughly against the wall. A soft sigh left the witch's lips. "Try not to give him a concussion." The witch chided, even though she could hear well the sarcasm within Raven's voice at that faux apology. Her request to help with his mouth, however, was surely going to be far more of a messy affair.
Her lips pressed together in a hard line as Serafina trailed in Raven's wake, the woman silent as she watched her familiar position her hands on top of the man's nose - effectively closing off that avenue for breath. She could tell that look of panic within his eyes as the photographer seemed to realize that difficult place that he was put in. That dark tone to Raven's voice hardly seemed to put him at ease, much less the mythical glow to the liquid Serafina herself approached with. The woman hardly hesitated as she began to pour the potion down his throat. The photographer, in turn, was quick to begin to struggle against the entire process. She watched that gurgle as he tried to spit out the mysterious liquid and yet, his need to breathe overrode even that fear, forcing far more of it to be swallowed in order to get even a gasped breath. She watched intensely as her potion was consumed, the vial was soon empty as the girl stepped back to glance at her cellphone. "It'll take a few minutes." She informed her companion, gesturing lightly to the spot beside her. Her fingers reached for the man's camera again, the witch well aware of the photographer's gaze upon her as she turned it on, flicking through the photos he'd taken of her and purposefully deleting any she found to be...unsatisfactory.
It was several long moments of silence later that a small alarm began to ding upon her phone, alerting her of that potion's effectiveness, even though the man in front of her hardly appeared any different than before.
"Now then, let's start with something easy. What's your name?" "Jack - Jack Grasst." "Can you check his wallet? See if that's...real?" Serafina inquired, glancing at her familiar. She waited only as long as it took for Raven to find his wallet and driver's license before continuing, "Maybe see if there's anything else interesting in there." She nodded towards the bifold only to turn her interest back towards the man in front of her. "Why are you taking all these pictures of me?" "I....I'm a..." Serafina could tell he was struggling against her potion, her eye narrowed. "You're a?" She prompted. "I'm a private investigator. I was...hired to." "Who hired you?" "I...I don't...know. I never met him in person." "You were hired....by someone you don't know....to take pictures of someone else you don't know? How do you get them to him then?" She inquired with an obvious sound of annoyance. "I'm supposed to leave them at the front desk of the Witchery...room...er...402? It's..on my business card. In there." He nodded towards his wallet in Raven's hands and curiously the girl glanced over towards it. "Was this the first time he hired you?" She inquired absentmindedly. "No...once every few years." "For what?" "...to find you." Her stormy gaze pivoted quickly back to the man, only to frown ever so slightly. Who would want pictures of her every few years? This clearly didn't have to do with Azrael then - he had only been in her life for a short amount of time. "I think we should pay this room a visit." She murmured softly towards Raven, a single eyebrow poised as she glanced over whatever number the woman found within the depths of that wallet.