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 November 16, 2016 by Troy Marks
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I guess you could say I'm far too used to walking into dangerous situations by myself now. Centuries of hunting things without my brother to back me up has taught me to trust my instincts of self preservation, but it doesn't mean I can't also be reckless when I have the hankering. I'm still very much the guy that runs head first into danger, insulting the creature he's hunting in as many ways as possible while running ideas through his mind as to which plan would be the best for getting out of the current situation. Yes, I'm well aware that some may call me stupid and suicidal and I know that on many of my jobs, I've probably had to depend on luck far too much to get me out alive but here I am. We are surrounded by weapons, many of which I'm sure houses iron and I'm also sure she knows exactly which ones to grab for the ultimate damage and yet here I am spouting off my usual useless wit to get under her skin one way or another. She responds back that she would take the whole hand and I nod my head with a smug frown even as I cross my arms and lean against the nearest counter. "Straight to the most damage instead of a little torture tease first, I like it. I'm betting you like to kill your opponents rather than beat them to a pulp first, too. No tease, just the bite. I guess there is mercy in your kind, after all. I just had to walk into a weapons shop to find it." I offer her that same carefree smirk that I'm sure will push all her buttons. She already seems agitated by me so why not milk it? Her sudden closeness is not unwelcome and neither is the intentional way I'm sure that she's pushing together her cleavage while leaning toward me. I'll never turn down a good eye show from either gender but I also know the card she's playing. Touche. She whispers that she would have me in the back already in she liked small things and I can't help but chuckle. "I promise I'm a shower, not a grower." I say with a confident grin even as she winks. Her tone goes back serious then, telling me the owner's not around before informing me that she could pick up more women than I could. I raise a brow and tilt my head. "I can believe that." I glance around the shop once more. "I'm actually here to scope out the weapons offered and then see if anyone has seen this particular warlock snooping around. I'm on a hunt and sniffing for clues but all means, you can buy me a drink anytime, Pocahontas." I give her a teasing wink even as I pull a photo from my shirt pocket and hold it up to her eye level. A dark brunette stares back at her with rich lavender colored eyes, his curly hair down to shoulder level as he pulls the long black trench coat further around him while turning away from the camera taking the picture. It's obvious the picture is from a street camera outside the shop. I have my connections. |