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
Those dark eyes continued to rest determinedly upon his companion then as Tetradore made that very suggestion that he was required to wear that suit all day. The shaggy haired deviants query on just how long all day might be readily prompting Tetradore's attempts to measure that amount of time in a fashion Tobias might understand. That concept of those waking hours seeming to register somewhere within the younger man's thoughts as that scowl upon his features darkened all the more. From waking until sleeping was a long time. Longer then he had thought. Whatever questions turned about within his thoughts abruptly halted by Tetradore's soft insistence that wedding days were the days girls dreamed about, that it was the day they became princesses and he, in turn, needed to be some sort of Prince. Tobias' blinking toward his chosen Alpha several times as his mind so struggled to organise that very information. That query on whether or not he wanted Raven to be happy met with an assured nod. Happy. Yes. He understood happy- at least in theory. He wanted Raven to be happy. Several moments more of silence persisted then, Tobias seeming to consider those very concepts further before his gaze lifted to his companions own again.
"Tetra? Do you.....dream about that.....too?"
Why it was so suddenly important to know whether or not Tetradore dreamed about these things remained to be seen. Tobias, perhaps, contemplating just why he did not dream of those things in turn though whether or not the lanky leopard even truly dreamed was perhaps debatable in every sense. That conversation however hardly seemed to last much longer, Tobias' attention decidedly short for those matters of past of future. The deviant boy very much a creature of the here and now. His mind far more inclined to the immediate present then to consider the future with any truly great desire- unless that desire so included him driving one of those cars for himself. Tetradore's near reluctant agreement that he could, so provided he didn't hit even one single thing prompting that grin to the boys features, his head nodded with a ready enthusiasm and yet that question on whether not not he knew the way home was doomed to be interrupted. Those guards bursting into that room a moment later. Tetradore and Tobias forced to scramble for cover and yet that very situation was perhaps doomed from the start. The boys so bound to be discovered no matter where they hid in that bathroom. Tobias readily preparing himself for that veritable assault he knew was sure to come and swiftly followed. That toilet brush utilised as a veritable weapon in those moments to bring the first guard crashing down. The second left for Tetradore himself to handle until both were sprawled out upon the tiled floor. Tobias decidedly pleased with their efforts and yet, in moments such as this, the boy held an utter faith in his brother. Tetradore perhaps one of the only beings in all the world whom had so never let him down. Tobias' suggestion to take on those guard outfits was readily agreed to, those unfortunate men dragged into the cubicles on Tetradore's orders only for their clothes to be pilfered. Ill-fitting though they were. The pants Tetradore had grasped were several sizes to big, Tobias' own legs far longer than the guard he had stolen his own pants from- the boys ankles and socks decidedly visible. That cry of alarm readily drawing Tetradore's attention back toward him only for the alpha to insist he was to tall. Tobias equally keen to insist Tetradore had 'floofy' sleeves before promptly being told to shut up- the deviant merely allowing his tongue to poke between his lips and toward his companion then.
It was only once they were finished dressing that the Leopard led them out of that bathroom, the pair near instantly approached by another security guard, the man demanding to know if that bathroom was clear only for Tetradore to offer that simple response. Tobias inclined to nod his head in agreement to that sharp exchange of words even if he had so hardly understood them. That guard demanding those windows be closed before heading back off and into the depths of that building. Tobias merely inclined to stare after him for several long moments before inquiring after those very windows they had been commanded to lock. The boy evidently decidedly unsure whether or not this was the sort of command they were supposed to obey. His dark eyes resting upon his companion then. His head nodded again to that plan to deal with the windows later. Tobias hurriedly following after Tetradore and towards those vehicles. That military car so fortuantely unlocked, the leopard's head ducking to peer inside at that interior with clear glee- only for that crackling sound to readily see him jerk upward, his hands lifting to cover his overly sensitive ears. Tobias content to stare darkly towards his shoes and if they were to blame for that insistent noise. That sudden voice only further seemed to alarm him. Tobias' head tilting slightly in a manner more akin to a puppy then a human being, just where that voice was coming from evidently something of a puzzle. His gaze narrowing upon that radio Tetradore suddenly lifted from his belt, the emerald eyed man glancing toward him then. Tobias content to shrug in near the exact same moment as his brother did before Tetra insisted that area was clear- Tobias glancing upward and toward that hallway the other guard had disappeared down as if he near anticipated running feet at any moment.
"Hurry...hurry...hurry."
Those very words were near idly repeated. Tobias of the opinion he rather liked the sound of them. The boy content to mutter them several more times as he hurried behind his chosen Alpha then. That giant roller door to the side the only real door that was truly off any use to them. That very affinity for so finding those things he desired readily seeing Tobias point out that control box and yet his desires to blow it up were evidently short lived. Tetra quick to command otherwise. The emerald-eyed Alpha perhaps the only being wholly capable of commanding Tobias in any sense. The shaggy-haired deviant so momentarily seeming to consider that command before reluctantly glancing away from that door with another mutter of sorts. Those fathomless dark eyes continued to linger on Tetradore for several more moments. Tobias watching curiously as the elder man fiddled with that control box before at last finding that switch that opened the door. Those hinges near screeching as they rolled upward. Tobias hurriedly glancing back toward that hallway again and yet- those keys suddenly dangled before him were by far more intriguing than any of those security guards. Those very rules Tetradore set before him seeming to prompt at least some measure of consideration within the boy. Tobias, apparently, holding at least some understanding of just what was being asked off him.
"Slow and stop when....Tetra does, yes?"
Those very words were repeated back toward his best friend then, Tobias pausing then to assess Tetra's reaction to that very promise before his own head nodded, the boy reaching out gleefully to take those keys to that military car that was about to be his own- at least for tonight. The boy near oblivious to his companions clear hesitance in this. Tobias heading for that car only for that crackling hiss of the radio to see him pause. That voice echoing from their belts once more. Why is the security system showing the side door is up, what's going on in there? Do we have a breach? Tobias own gaze flicked from that walkie talkie and back to Tetradore again.
"Time to...go."
Whether or not his companion so planned on answering them he hardly knew, Tobias already heading for that vehicle he was all but desperate to drive, the boy clambering up and into that drivers seat before reaching for the seatbelt and slamming the door. That car far bigger and more powerful than anything he had ever been in before! Another snicker of delight echoing from within his lips as he turned the key in that ignition. That car roaring to life in a matter of seconds as the deviants hands gripped the wheel in utter exhilaration.
"Tetra! I....."
Those words were abruptly cut off. Tobias seeming to realise for the first time his best friend could hardly hear him in that other car. The boy paused for several moments as those thoughts seemed to attempt to align somewhere within the remains off his fractured mind. Tobias suddenly reaching to fumble within his pocket and fish his mobile phone from within. The lanky leopard having practiced over and over with Tetradore and Raven to make those very calls, his fingers taping at several buttons before hitting that very first number on his speed dial before lifting it to his ear. That phone ringing for barely a moment before Tetradore's voice sounded from the other end.
"It is....Tobi."
That his companion had likely known exactly who it was already had hardly occurred to him. Tobias resting that phone on the center console before hitting the 'speaker' button. Tetradore's voice now entirely capable of being heard while leaving both the boys hands free to drive. Tobias, when he chose to be, a decidedly clever individual. He waited only so long as it took Tetradore's own car to start, the boys attention turned to that gear box beside him- this......unlike anything he had ever seen before.
"Tetra, I....don't know how to.....make it move.....it has too many.....buttons. Which...one?"
That Tetradore could hardly see those buttons and gears to tell him just which button he needed remained to be seen. Starting that car had been far easier than working out just exactly how to get it to move. Tobias' foot pressing on that accelerator several times to no avail. That giant vehicle merely revving in place. The deviant scowling at it as that frustration began to gnaw at him. That roller door now entirely open. Tobias reaching forward to press several buttons all at once in hope one of them might surely command the car to move. Those headlights suddenly blaring to life along with the radio, the windscreen wipers and a sudden activation of battering ram of sorts that folded readily down and over the front bumper of the car to allow that military vehicle to quote simply drive through any obstacle in its path. Tobias still diligently searching for a hand brake of sorts. After all, that car Tetra let him drive so often hardly moved unless that break was removed. The leopard at last spotting something that appeared decidedly handle like- the boy hauling it down only for the car to begin to move backward.
"It is not a....good listener!"
Those very words were no sooner free from his lips then Tobias reached for that handle once more, jerking it to another setting, that car, at last, accelerating forward and with perhaps more speed then Tobias and truly anticipated. Tetradore and his sports car very nearly crushed beneath that heavier car as Tobias hurriedly turned the wheel only to ran neatly over a considerable portion of those plastic chairs set up for the evening. The crunching and snapping of plastic echoing throughout that room as Tobias piloted that car, mercifully, out of the roller door and onto the waiting street. His own military vehicle, thankfully, possessing none of the speed of that car Tetradore had taken for himself- the panther afforded every opportunity to race around him and into the lead.
"I do not think those.....chairs count they are....not broken just.....rearranged."
madness, as you know, is like gravity: all it takes is a little push