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

My heart was born out of the fire [Sera]


Posted on October 25, 2018 by Ezekiel Hayes
West

EZEKIEL HAYES



It had been a while since a supernatural was able to give him the runaround. The Council always chose him for these cases because of how good he was at finding his targets. This witch however, was proving to be a bit of a challenge. It was both frustrating and invigorating- a challenge once in a while more than welcome to keep the feeling of monotony at bay. Ezekiel had followed his target to this city which was the reason for the difficulty. Sacrosanct had an anonymity of sorts given to it so very little was known about its inhabitants. That sort of ability for a supernatural to fly under the radar if they do pleased didn't mesh with Ezekiel's job.

Ezekiel had garnered enough from the establishments around to learn that no prominent witch coven existed in the city. In a way that was easier since it meant the witch in question wasn't being hidden or given sanctuary by a group but then again it made it more tedious to find individuals to question instead of a leader. Ezekiel flicked his wrist to check the face of his watch more out of habit than caring about the time. The sun was hiding behind swollen rain clouds today, allowing the frost in the breeze to bite that much harder at the skin. This city's weather was terrible. The nice thing about the blackmarket district was that he was never bothered, in fact, most supernaturals made it a point to give him wide berth when sensing a dark hunter was near. He was able to make his way without hindrance to the little shop he was told would have a witch in it who might be able to give him answers.

It was with a gruff of relief when he finally arrived at the little shop and was able to escape inside from the bitterness. The interior of the shop was tight, shelves of display on either side, yet organized and well cared for. Ezekiel's trained eye swept over the paraphernalia though found nothing more than touristy items. A jar labeled love potion sat beside one labeled eye of newt, sticks of various trees supposed to hold some magic on their homeland, and a little figure of a man woven out of straw grass. Nothing raised alarms at being outright harmful to humans though even in their naive hands things could go array. Ezekiel plucked the grass voodoo man from the shelf as he made his way back to the glass display where an old till sat atop it. The things were harmless really unless it was woven with a specific person's body piece while saying a spell for that person at the same time. The ones that usually sat on shelves were void of any magic. It was still interesting how humans gravitated to them with full giddy touristy expectations.

Ezekiel gave the little bell on top of the glass case a tap as he leaned casually on the case, twiddling the straw man in his hand as he glanced over the crystals within the case, each one supposed to do...something. When no one appeared after a moment he gave the bell another little tap. "Hello?" Surely the woman he was told owned this place wouldn't require him to go to the back to find her. Non-appearance tended to raise his suspicion levels.


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