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.
Black Market
Cull & Pistol
Noah's Ark
Syn
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.
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
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
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
She had forgotten Azrael was so damn nosy. Half the time she felt like he gave himself jobs when the Council didn't have any. Didn't he have a life or something? She didn't want anyone else dragged into this, even the likes of Azrael. She knew it might bring up some questions for her to have missed all the meetings at the Council but she didn't expect anyone to try to track her down. She didn't expect Azrael to be so damn pushy either. She was sure she'd have a lot of things to answer for when all this was over and done with but right now none of that mattered. She had to take care of Viktor first or more people would be in danger. She wasn't about to admit that she was crying either. If it wasn't for the Hunter sent by Viktor, she probably would have been able to get away from Azrael but leave it to him to still be there when the guy unleashed his powers and slammed her to the ground. She knew Azrael's temper wasn't the best and he was probably about to blow a fuse as it was. At least he had someone other than her now to blow it on. She couldn't see Azrael's expression but figured he must be beside himself with seeing her get slammed around. He was probably enjoying this. But she should have expected him to come to her rescue anyway. Even though they might fight like they hate each other, they were on the same side. They were Hunters of the Council and she would do the same for him. Once Azrael released her from the hold, she was quick to jump into the fight, using her daggers. Azrael already knew her powers for the most part so she knew he wouldn't be surprised. Meanwhile she was able to get a read on the other Hunter. She glanced at Azrael. "Get him to use his gravity again. He can't concentrate on another power for a few seconds after using it. That's our opening." She tried to say it quickly because her daggers had just hit the guy and they would have to retaliate. When he quizzed her about the guy, she told him she didn't know and she could tell instantly that he knew she was spouting BS. She really didn't know the guy but she didn't want to talk about Viktor, not right now anyway. She turned her sharp glare back on Azrael when he started talking, pestering her about having it handled from the ground. She was about to let him have it but that's when the prick they were fighting decided to unleash his gravity on her again, slamming her into a wall and then back to the ground. She groaned at the repetitive nature of it all but Azrael released her again. As she struggled to her feet, she saw the spear. "Azrael, watch out!" She called. She saw a blur of motion and knew he was dodging but she saw the fresh blood on his jacket. Luckily it didn't look too bad. She raised a brow at the shield in the man's hand. "What the hell does that do?" She felt for it with her powers and snorted, rolling her eyes. What a coward. She smirked in amusement as Azrael yelled at the guy about hitting him. "That's the way, Azrael. Just use your words, cause that's working so well." She was trying to get under his skin and make him angry. He was a better fighter in her opinion when he was mad. He unleashed one of his other powers then, firing a beam of light at the man. The shield dissipated as the man yelped and threw his arm up to try to block the light. At Azrael's voice goading her again, she clenched her jaw and rounded on him. "At least I got him to bleed. Can you say the same, Mr. use your words?" When he mentioned Kohl, she felt her chest tighten. She turned her attention back on the other Hunter, wanting to avoid Azrael's gaze right this minute so he wouldn't see the burst of anxiety. She felt for the knives in the man's back, using her ability to make them burrow that much deeper, searching for something to use as leverage. The man screamed and hit his knees and she paused, knowing one of her blades was just millimeters from severing his spinal chord. She grinned in victory. "Now, you either tell me where Viktor is or you'll be in a wheelchair the rest of your life. How does that sound?" The man groaned, trying desperately to reach back for the knives but unable to reach either of them. She let him stew on his answer as she turned her more composed gaze back to Azrael. "What did he want?" She tried to sound only mildly interested, even though she was burning inside to know. Why was Kohl at the office? He shouldn't be out in the open. It was still too dangerous for him while Viktor was alive. She needed to increase her efforts. |