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

Just another Night to Kill


Posted on August 27, 2016 by Troy Marks
West


I guess I should count myself lucky that I've never had to get an actual job and work for my wages. I've never had to slave on a construction crew out in the hot sun or labor behind a desk typing up meaningless papers for hot headed bosses. Of course, I have played the part of these jobs countless times, anything to get me in close to my mission until I find an answer. The Council pays me well to keep certain creatures at bay and they pay well. I've got offshore accounts to prove it. I've also collected up enough money of my own through odd end jobs and such in my many lifetimes worth of living. When you've been alive almost 1000 years, it's easy to invest wisely.

I couldn't deal with having to stay in one place too long anyway. I'm not claustrophobic but I wouldn't say I'm particularly calm in a tight spot either. I like the freedom I have to pack up and leave when I want and I try not to stay cooped up in the hotel rooms too long on any given day. I'd much rather be outside checking out my next mission.

The only person in the store sems to be a mocha colored woman polishing a dagger. She doesn't even look up when the bell rings on the door. Customer service, what customer service? I continue my perusing until the sword catches my eye. As I reach out, my fingers stop just shy of the blade, a flat voice cutting my actions short. A brow rises as I turn to glance a the woman. "Shall I offer to polish it off for you after so you don't have to stare at my nasty figerprints on the smooth steel?" Even so, I slowly pull my hand back and turn to face her. "That dagger looks like it's ready to start going dull again if only for lack of your full attention. Please, don't let me interrupt." With a smirk, I walk closer to the counter where she sits. "You don't seem happy at all to be here. With all these beautiful things around you, how can you not be anything less than content? Pray tell me you're not one of those girly types."


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