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 (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

Co-owner Tobias 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

we have to force the fight


Posted on February 26, 2015 by minn
West
there are survivors, they're coming home



When the glass broke Minn simply blinked, her gaze flashing upwards towards Witchy in mild concern. Was this something we were worried about? Random shattering glass? ...No? Cool? Okay. Whatever, as long as he didn't blame her for it.

It seemed like the odd things were a little more acceptable now, anyways, since he'd admitted to being the one and only powerful Merlin. It'd be weird if shit like that happened and he was just some human that sounded funny when he talked. Witches though? Ehh kay. Seemed about right, she supposed.

The sarcasm dripping from every other word he spoke didn't go unnoticed but Minn was somewhat beyond the cattiness of retorting in equally snotty remarks. If he wanted to be a dickwad that was fine, but the difference between them was that Minn wasn't trying to be an ass. She'd come in here curious as a cat and was actually being mildly pleasant! Albeit her manners were certainly not up to current standard, but at least she was trying. ...Sorta. The fact that this guy's 'welcome' sign had pretty much disappeared the second she'd stepped into the store might have dropped a massive hint to other people to scram, but Minn was pretty much unwelcomed everywhere so it didn't make that much of a difference. Hint or no hint, as snarky as he was being, Minn also kinda felt he was humoring her. Yeah he was kind of a jerk but... she'd dealt with worse! Much worse and in the end this was actually kinda fun in a weird... mean sort of way. Maybe the longer he got to sling insults at her the longer she could stay and explore the place.

Oblivious, however, to the way it made him utterly cringe when she headed towards the back door, Minn had been entirely intent on seeing what else was around. Of course when they keys in her mouth came to life and tried to saw open her mouth she stopped, blinking rapidly and making a disgruntled face. As the tang of cold dirty metal hit her tongue she tried not to spit repeatedly as she flailed to get them away from her. Gross! Once she'd successfully slapped them to the floor Minn sent a withering look towards Witch Man, huffing silently before turning to look back towards the door only to have it close slowly in her face. Awwww, come on! At this point she was wondering if the stay was even worth it anymore. He wouldn't tell her his name, he wouldn't let her check out the back room... He wasn't feeding her. Maybe it was time to wander elsewhere for the time being. "Well. Let's see." She shifted her weight from one foot to the other and folded her arms, glancing upwards briefly as she thought. "I'm a girl. I turn into a bear. I can eat whatever I want... and I win a lot of dares because of it?" Truth son. Truth. "My name is Minn, too, so you know... if you could just stop calling me a dumpster that'd be great, thanks." Ass.

After a moment's thought she made a face at him, miffed and indignant. "I'm more like... a storage unit, anyways. Something with more class."

they float in darkness, they're not alone
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