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 September 15, 2019 by serafina dubois
West


The young witch was never one to shy away from those more nefarious deeds required of her. Sure, perhaps shoving a potion down the throat of an unsuspecting man was not exactly ethical, but the purpose it served was irrevocably necessary - at least, as far as Serafina was concerned. Her features hardened as her lips pressed together in a hard line, her stormy irises settled upon the curly-haired woman in front of her as Raven pinched the man's nose and tugged his jaw open. Those words Raven departed upon the man were all but ignored as Serafina herself stepped forward, her potion swirling ever so gingerly within its glass vial. The girl paused in front of the man, placing the rim just upon the edge of his lips as she tilted the potion bottle to the side, letting that thick liquid sluggishly slow out of the bottle and into his mouth. Near immediately, the man started to shake, clearly trying to spit out the neon green liquid. It's taste, admittedly, was not one she had really tested, much less crafted for. As soon as all of that flask was empty, the young witch stepped back, allowing her companion to take the lead as Raven closed his jaw, near forcing the fellow to swallow if he wished to breathe. It was only once both women were certain that he'd taken that drought he'd been given that Serafina once again settled upon the edge of her workbench - her manicured fingers reaching for the stalker's camera.

Effortlessly, she pressed the button to turn it on, only to flick through the photos of herself displayed upon the screen. Raven, however, hardly seemed capable of staying still those minutes her potion needed to take into effect - the werewolf instead resorting to pacing in a circle around her with such ferocity that Serafina almost feared she might create some groove within her wooden floors. Occasionally, the girl glanced up from her own work of that careful deletion of very specific photos - particularly those with Azrael within them. Thankfully, that alarm from her phone began to ring just at the very moment that Serafina was sure Raven's pacing might drive her mad. That almost annoying ringing immediately broke the spell upon them both as Serafina instead took charge of those inquiries she had for the man. It was the very mention of the man's name that caused the witch to turn her attention towards her familiar, instructing her companion to dig for his wallet if only to confirm his identity and the effectiveness of her potion. She waited as Raven plucked from the depths of his pocket that wallet, the woman quickly pilfering through it only to show up both license and some miscellaneous other cards. A small frown crossed her features before the woman began to demand other answers from him - and yet they only further deepened the very mystery of those photos. How....annoying.

Her arms crossed over her chest as she leaned back upon her workbench, clearly contemplating that new plethora of information she had gathered. That inquiring glimpse from her companion, however, prompted little more than a shrug of her shoulders - that response clearly all Raven needed before she launched into an investigation of her own. It was that inquiry of the pronoun the fellow used, however, that caused her eyebrow to raise. "We...we talk on the phone...he has a man's voice? He prefers anonymity...so pays only in cash. I gave him the name Garrett Hart to use in our files...so he uses that now. He pays us two hundred an hour....sometimes it takes a day or two to get all the photos he's happy with. I don't know what he looks for though." The man shrugged, only to glance back and forth between the two women as if he was entirely unsure if that information would suffice. It was that key card, however, that caused Serafina to reach out for it, the woman eying that iconic logo upon the front of the card. "Ye...yes..." The man answered, clearly regretting it as that word tumbled out of his lips in response to Raven's demand of whether or not the card would get them into that room.

Unlike her companion, Serafina was hardly as worried about getting into the Witchery. After all, she had known the previous owner and thus, a majority of the staff, if they still remained. The witch returned the card back to her companion just as Raven turned her attention back to her in turn. Serafina shook her head ever so slightly at the inquiry. Sure, many of her more...shady clients were wealthy enough to afford the rates at the Witchery but none had been....dissatisfied of late - not enough to warrant this....though really if they had she'd be facing an assassin instead of a picture-taking private investigator. It was Raven's question of anyone who might be expecting him, however, that caused the man to stutter out his response - that the fellow clearly still fighting against that potion that so toyed with his inhibitions. "I...I have a business partner. And a girlfriend.....well, she's really more like a one night stand but...." His voice trailed off as the young witch's eyes rolled. Sometimes, that truth potion could be a hindrance as much as it was helpful. There were times, admittedly, when she wished her 'victims', if they could be called that, would merely shut up. "Take the keycard and just give him back the rest of his wallet. Just....drop his cell phone in the toilet or something and we can let him go. We don't need all the rest of his junk." The witch declared, despite knowing well Raven had slid the entire wallet into her own pocket. She turned back towards her workbench and the expensive camera upon the table. With a flick of her finger she turned the camera off, the woman carefully placing it back within the bag she had fetched it from. After all, she wanted to keep any trace of their intrusion to a minimum till she found out who had been paying for photos of her in the first place. "Jack, you're going to give these pictures of to him and not tell him about this, okay? And if you do that I won't press charges...for....trespassing." Okay, so maybe she was making that up but...he didn't need to know that...did he?

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