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

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Posted on April 17, 2016 by Rixon Leifsson
West
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It was a shame, truly, that Askree seemed so determined to be difficult, her acid tongue and rather abrasive personality, while decidedly agitating in one way were also surely useful in others. For tonight however, Frost hardly finds he minds the woman's less-then charming demeanour, honestly it was almost refreshing really to enjoy the company of someone not so dead set on pleasing him. Her command that he fuck off is met with a momentary lift of both eyes. He hardly remembers the last time anyone had told him that, at least, with any measure of true meaning- a hunter perhaps, several years ago now and yet for now the man finds it more amusing then truly offensive. The slender young woman truly did have some bite to her, valuable in her own way and perhaps for that reason alone Frost is content enough to meet her company. Indeed he hardly finds himself offset by the woman, if anything she is almost a novelty to him in some fashion, her quick wit and sharp words holding an allure all their own. She was hardly pack material no, her unwillingness to bend he is sure extends far beyond her heated tongue and as such the man hardly sees a need to waste energy upon attempting to earn anything else from her. Her uses however, need not be so singular, perhaps he would test them a little later on, his violet gaze rolling lightly at her comment before her question in regards to his missing item sees his own gaze merely narrow slightly.

"Why do you ask question when you don't care for the answer?"

He meets her gaze levelly a moment, half curious of what answer she might see fit to give, though should she choose to say nothing the man hardly finds he cares all the same. Askree, he had decided, was a fickle creature, prone to answer when and what she saw fit and little in between. He hardly minds such a personality and yet by that same token he sees no need to waste further information upon her when she neither deserved nor desired it. His business in this is his own. There are however, other affairs he may well be willing to allow the reptilian creature to be more involved in should she desire it, her words, as he has come to expect from her, remain entirely over dramatic in their negativity and yet truly once more the equine hardly finds himself overly off put by them. Either she would decide to come with him or she would not, either way he lost nothing from the encounter and yet truly the woman would hardly have reason to bemoan her supposed boredom any longer should she desire to do something other than make herself at least mildly useful.

"You bring out my better side, clearly."

His own voice remains near deadpan with the expressionless manner in which he offers the words, shoulders lifting in a shrug of sorts though the faintest taint of amusement lingers still. Askree, after all, was hardly a boring creature. She was merely a decidedly bitter one. One he had half a mind to simply befriend whether she desired it or not. An extra pair of fangs was never entirely terrible to have around. Though whether she could be goaded into using them remained to be seen. For now however the man seems at least mildly inclined to afford her some level of truth.

"I need to collect some money from some vampires at a casino. There's a few free drinks in it for you if you're coming, there's also rather a large number of inebriated men- or women if you prefer. Other poor souls for you to torture with your uncanny wit and sparkling charm. If you could find it within yourself to keep one particular vampire busy for me I might be inclined to be......less of a patronizing twit the next time."




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