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    The West

    The western part of the city is often home to the poorer residents. Here there is a certain grunge 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, instead letting the powerful supernatural beings sort things out amongst themselves. Be careful wandering the Western streets after the sun falls.

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    Noah's Ark

    owned by Aiden Tetradore
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    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.

    Owner Aiden Tetradore

    Co-owner Tobias Cain

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    Warehouse District

    Warehouse District

    The warehouse district rests just upon the harbor within the city. Many of the warehouses belong to corporate companies although some are used for less the legal means. Be careful when wandering this district at night for many groups meet within those dark, dilapidated buildings. There are also whispers of hard to obtain goods being sold behind those closed doors but you have to know who's who to get an in!

Maybe this is madness underneath my skin107.140.26.96Posted On December 29, 2016 at 8:10 PM by Spencer Lombardo



You call and I respond, the sparrow and the song
I miss you when you're gone


Spencer was half tempted to learn if the pun was intended but decided against it, settling on simply being silently proud of his little notice on that. A seemingly minor thing to be proud of but he wasn’t exactly known for his humor or quick repertoire so he would take it where he could get it. As he settled into the vehicle, he was reminded why he had never really sought a sports vehicle. While flashy, it was an annoyance to clamber into the low-lying body when cursed with height. Also, he felt like he was sitting on the road. So while the vehicle itself was impressive, he wasn’t necessarily green with envy like she might have wanted. Besides, he wasn’t much of a “car guy.” When she spoke up, he glanced toward her, adjusting his jacket slightly to give himself a little more freedom in his shoulders. “And give you the chance to criticize and order me about on the way there? I would rather make you work a little harder than that.” Spencer rebutted with some amusement, glancing toward her before flicking his eyes back to the road, curious to see where she was taking them this evening. “And, Miss Solarn, while it may be overstepping my bounds, if the only men in your life are those that refuse to ever relinquish control, then perhaps you should reconsider your choice of companions.” What was this? Spencer giving a small tip of advice to a complete stranger that might actually resemble something beneficial?

He gave a small nod in appreciation as she returned his compliment, though he wasn’t sure how much of it she actually meant. Still, he did cut a fine figure when dressed up so it wasn’t like she was going to have much to complain about. His eyebrow twitched slightly when she decided to share her actual name with him, a small sound resembling agreement uttered at her musings. However, his attention was pulled toward the building as they pulled up to it, Spencer leaning forward slightly to get a better view through the window. He leaned back a moment later, noting the location and its reputation. He knew the location by its reputation as high end dining with a high-end price tag, a reason he had not visited. While his business was prosperous, spending on food was not exactly on the list of things he gave a shit about. “There seems to be more to you than meets the eye, Miss Solarn.” He commented before climbing out of the vehicle, a quick nod to the valet as he waited for his companion to round the car. She was right in her musing that he did not like to be touched, yet he was still a gentleman (or could play one) and resisted the urge to simply remove his arm from her grasp. He glanced at her though when she began humming, curious but unable to place the tune if it was a particular song.

The interior of the restaurant was exactly as he read, extravagant and lavish without being over-indulgent. In other words, he approved. When they reached the host, Spencer silently refused to hand over his coat, electing to keep it and the secrets tucked in the interior pockets to himself. Last thing he needed was some idiot to break a vial and set him back. He did, however, remove it when they reached the table, hanging it over the back of his chair before seating himself. The warlock sat down, quietly scanning the menu set before him, eyes not leaving the paper to acknowledge her as she spoke. “Absolutely not,” He stated flatly, eyes flicking to focus on her, “If you had asked, I would have assumed you had one of two aims: the first assumption is you were there to kill me since, like you I’m sure, I have my fair share of… rivals; the second assumption is that you would want something from me, though what I wouldn’t be sure what since I don’t know you.” He replied, folding his hands in his lap as he leaned back to turn his full attention on her. His gaze turned to the window a second later, the man silently staring out for a moment to appreciate the view before adding, “I would have declined had you asked a second or third time as well, in case you were wondering.” Truthfully, he surprised himself by agreeing to come even though it had been his suggestion. A snide, irritating suggestion meant to annoy her, yet here he was.

Since we’re asking questions, here’s one for you: You mentioned – well, threatened – in the shop that you would burn it to the ground. The safe assumption then is you are a witch, I would assume a rather skilled one at that. Since you are a witch – don’t play dumb, it only insults us both – why come to me? Why not make your own? Or do you not know how?” His focus was back on her, eyes staring in hers for an answer and expression to read. Perhaps that was a rather loaded question compared to hers, but he never was good at dancing around the point.




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