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.
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.
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
Resting upon the harbor, Noah's Ark (known simply as The Ark) is a sleek superyacht known both for its fight rings and recent...renovations, of sorts. 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
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
Well this was certainly an interesting twist of events. He half thought they were going down a shady alley to meet some dealer. Maybe even another Male that was well... You know. There have been many moons since that sort of activity took place. That's besides the point. This house they pulled up to was surprisingly well kept up, and quant at that.
"Huh.. Cute." Braxton thought as he observed the house a bit closer with caramel stare.
The words of losing his head though made him chuckle inside as well. Guillotine didn't scare him. Hell, nothing really did. If anything, it just brought the thrill more than anything.
But the whole trip down the little street was a complete blur for some reason. Maybe he was caught up in the conversation between him and Morgan... That did happen a lot. Even with Vitani.
Back to the important bits though, yes yes. The house did catch his attention, but this neighborhood was different. For being this was still the West side of Sacrosanct. Even if you were a shady individual you still had to keep your wits about you.
"This is one of those neighborhoods." Braxton said towards Morgan, eyes shifting around but not moving himself more than he needed to. That's how you draw attention anyway; Any experienced dealer, hunter, etc, knew to look for signs of the slightest point of weakness. Something he wasn't about to show out in the open, or around Morgan. Hell, he can't remember the last time he did. The Dark Fae knew better. If the Hell he went through taught him anything, he had to stay hard as steel in situations like this.
"I will say though, I have every and all intention of keeping my pretty head upon my equally pretty shoulders. Might ruin my vision if such an unfortunate event happened."
The Brit scoffed at his own words, gently dusting off his suit coat a bit and taking one last puff of his cigarette, putting it out on the bottom of his dress shoe and putting the cigarette in his pocket. He looked at Morgan, still keeping what she said in mind.
Carefully he followed her inside and he looked around. No alarms were set. Then again she'd have known if there was with her hearing the way it was. Could rule that out. The dark man though only had the ability of mimicry on his side. And if things went South, then he'd be utilizing that power very quickly and strategically.
"Well... Nice outside and yet somehow drab on the inside. How boorish."
Braxton seemed unimpressed, but this was a cliche thing to see and for people to do. Have your interior look moderately nice and well kept, but also be boring as shit.
No, he knew this type of owner all too well to be tricked like this. There definitely was a place for the goods to be hidden, and kept away from the prying eyes of those interested.
"For one, nice to be early. Two, if I know better dear Morgan, this is the kind of fellow that has this whole thing staged to his liking; Let me explain."
The urge to light a smoke grew, but he had to refrain from doing so. A trail of scent was not something you left behind. Especially if you're trying to get in and out without causing damage or being seen. Well, rather distinct scents like cigarettes or cigars, booze, strong perfume. Thankfully Braxton could rule out the strong scents minus his cigarette scent drenched suit. But his cologne was delicate as a flower. You'd have to be on top of him to sleep.
"I've seen this many times in my years of existence. This is a common set up and tactic;
Leave all your boring belongings and decorations out in the open to appear as if you're drab, yes?" He paused, fixing his collar a tad, feeling a button come loose.
"So... There's possibilities here my dear; One, he's actually got a safety box tucked behind something here. Two, he's done the most predictable thing and has some sort of extra compartment or room here hidden behind a bookshelf or something... Or three, he's got stuff stashed in his room, with either of the earlier mentioned ideas in place.. Unless you have intel."
Braxton certainly was curious to know just what Morgan knew, and how she'd proceed with him involved her.