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

In this burning house


Posted on November 12, 2015 by Elenore Dorian
West



Cultivating a warehouse of supernatural objects and aids clearly was on Davante's 'to-do' list, with this particular artifact high on his list of obtainable priorities. I knew he traveled far and wide searching the globe for any kind of object that might boost his personal powers, but also for objects that he could sell for a pretty penny. Sometimes he tampered with the objects purely for the fun of 'cursing' them, so to speak. And then sometimes he tampered with them because they might be of benefit to him. For this? I was sure that this Aztec artifact was of the latter type. It's surface powers were clear â€" they nearly mimicked Davante's powers themselves â€" were there others? That question would have to be answered by someone far more well versed in magical objects or artifacts than myself, and it was sobering enough to bring my attention back to the man in the work room with me witnessing the display.

" Here I was thinking sword play excited most men."

A gentle smile writhed its way over my lips, drawing them back enough to show only the slightest white of teeth. The smile itself was good-natured, clearly poking fun at the discomfort that had become written on his pleasant features. To ease his obvious uncomfortableness, I brought the sword back to its original resting place to stay put and calm the goosebumps that may have risen on Tetradore's skin, encouraged to acquiesce by his hands on my shoulders. With his hands there, my hair cascaded away from them â€" leaving bare skin â€" before I could do anything to change that. Wardrobe malfunctions aside, the sword was lain to rest with it's brethren on the wall.

"See? You're safe."

Riddled with mischief, my voice did gently agree with Tetradore's remark that my brother would surely blame him if I were to be injured. Now, the thought strikes me that Davante would surely blame Tetradore, although... my brother has taken enough care of me to ensure I knew what my hands were getting into (literally) with sword play. Instead of correcting Tetradore, though, I only nodded in kind to his request of getting paid instead of mutilated by my absentee brother.

"Davante was feeling particularly un-loquacious today. To be frank," I started, licking my lips in a rather un-matter of fact way. "I don't know where he put your payment. The way I see it, you have a few options. You hold me hostage until he gets back, you take me to get dinner until he's back, or you take me to his house and I find your payment."

Okay, maybe hostage wasn't the best terminology â€" but maybe it would make the man feel more comfortable waiting his payment. It was obvious the magic and I combined made him a little uncomfortable (secretly, I loved it) there had to be something I could do that might be useful for him.

"It's up to you, kitty. I'm up for a little cat and mouse."



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