North
Within the Northern vicinity of the city, the wealthy gather behind meticulously trimmed hedges and high-class architecture. The pristine streets are paved with stone and the storefronts are brightly lit and inviting - for the right clientele. In the North, every establishment is eager to cater to the rich and the wealthy. Many such places are used to the sometimes peculiar requests of the otherworldly but here there is little that money cannot buy - whether it happens to be illegal or merely involves looking the other way. Vampires and Dark Hunters are often found upon these Northern streets, their long lives often contributing to their sizable wealth which allows them the luxuries that the North provides.
What You'll Find Here
Eternity
The VooDoo Room
The Witchery
do not waver; the dark approaches
Posted on January 18, 2017 by sorcha northwoods
It is unlike me to be so abrupt, to be so rude and demanding, and yet it comes easily to me this night. The mission I am on is more important than a few hurt feelings and some resentment cast my way. These people had done nothing for me - not that I had ever asked for anything - and I didn't think they would need my services anytime soon. Besides, I was connected enough that should I need help I could call upon my link with the Ark (I hoped that Tobias would be helpful, in any event) or simply call the Mayor, Dareios. He had partnered with me when I was hawking my wares on the side of the street, before I had left and returned a sharper, harder thing. My eyes seem to glow, their mossy green bright in the lights of the Voodoo Room, but I can attribute this to the wild edge that burns beneath my skin, the itch to set things right. If it is my innate power building, well, that too can be attributed to my frustration. Even now a plant rests on the table near Avar's, it's lush leaves small enough to be contained, but as I brush past it the vegetation swells, growing tall and leaves curling out until they brush the face of the patron who exclaims in surprise, "WHAT THE ----!"
It fairly leaks off of me and a few eyes turn in my direction, hungry with desire for more. I know that flashing my powers was like drawing moth to flames but I can't stop it. I am so close to finding the one I was looking for. And I do, his face angling up at me even as I plop down into a chair without asking permission. Even when I place my hands on the table and lean in, a hungry look in my eyes. That I am. Success! I feel triumph and relief, my eyes following his finger to his nose, his grin making me tense rather than relaxing me. Usually such responses were made by those who were a bit too confident and could gain the upper hand. So I frown.
Until he speaks again and then, my frown becomes more of pursed lips as I find humor in his words, a small tug at the corner of my lip revealing it. Humor and wit - I always responded to those. "If you want a drink, I can buy you one, but only if you decide to help me." My tone is a little less demanding this time, but coaxing instead as I sit up straight. "I've heard rumors that you are a... blood warlock. I am in need of your services in regards to the murder of my parents." I try to appear and talk strong yet there is a catch to my voice - a mixture of grief and also a bit of me swimming in strange waters. It wasn't like I had ever done anything of this ilk before.