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

Black Market

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.

What You'll Find Here

Edge of the Circle

Cull & Pistol

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

Noah's Ark

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

Syn

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

burn, baby, burn


Posted on December 04, 2018 by Kohl
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It's funny really, the way one person can change your entire life and everything about it. Sure, maybe without Kat I wouldn't currently be in this...predicament and yet, without Kat I wouldn't have a hell of a lot of over things either. Good things. My relationship record before her hadn't exactly been stellar. I'd been good at sleeping with women but not exactly good at hanging around afterwards. Kat.....Kat had been almost immune to me from the start. Since they very day we met. Trying to coax her into bed hadn't gone the way I'd planned. Something that normally took me no more than a few minutes to convince some women had taken, well, months with Kat. We'd somehow started dating I suppose, and I'd never even noticed it. At least not until I'd started finding myself jealous of just about any other man she ever looked at. Until I'd started worrying about whether or not she was coming home and night- because somewhere along the way I'd started to love the fact I didn't come home to an empty apartment anymore. I liked her being there. Eventually, I think she'd started to like being there. She stopped going back to her own apartment. Hell, did she even still own it? Maybe we weren't exactly the conventional kind of couple, I don't think we've ever talked about our relationship except that one time Iocked her in my car and wouldn't let her out until she admitted we were actually dating. Still, somehow, we seemed to take those relationship steps anyway- even without either of us ever really noticing. Maybe thats just the way good relationships work. Things just....happen so naturally. Well- except for this whole thing going on right now. I'd never wanted to be anywhere less in my life. My offer of money going over just about as well as I suspected it would and yet I'd had to try right?

The way he said 'personal' almost seemed...creepy. My jaw set firmly as the blue gold of my gaze met the other man's own if only briefly. My hands still working silently at that rope with the blade Kat had given me. Honestly, I never thought i was this good at cutting rope behind my back. I hadn't exactly considered Kat might be helping right now. The blade fumbling in my fingers slightly from the blood I was managing to get all over them from where I'd cut myself at the beginning. Honestly, this lack of hygiene was a serious concern. Could I get sepsis from this? Was this a thing? Maybe that's not what I should be focusing on right now. It's always been hard to get my mind to focus. That's the ADD I suppose. Or whatever the hell it is they say I have. That rope was finally off. It hung loosely around my hands now, ready to fall apart the moment I moved and yet- moving when I was still surrounded hardly seemed a great idea. I may not be the escape master but I had some idea of what might, or might not, be a good idea. If only I could get Viktor or one of his man to move closer to me, to make a gap, to give me a chance to summon those cards and make a run for it. Viktor was going on about....something. Hell, I'm not entirely sure what it was but it seemed a good enough opening, those words leaving my lips easily then and seeming to, well, annoy him at least. It's not like they weren't true after all. Something has certainly gone wrong with the guys face.

Viktor glared towards me then before stepping closer to Kat. Not exactly my intended target here. I could see her steel herself. A part of me almost inclined to admit she was, well, kinda sexy when she refused to even budge in front of the guy. She'd always had spine. I admired her for it. I always would. I can't say I loved her speech about being willing to be tortured if it would see me freed. Viktor apparently not a fan off it either as he hissed there was not a chance. Even if I could feel myself growing more and more agitated. Not at her, no, at Viktor. I don't know how I knew he was going to do it. I suppose I've seen that look on a mans face before in those few seconds before he hits a woman. Hell, I've done some things in my time but I've never raised a hand to a woman. That's a different kind of low. That anger already starting to turn within me and yet, Kat was faster then either Viktor or myself as she ducked that sudden blow. More than that, she had those knives in hand. Her foot collided with Viktor's ankle, sending him crashing to the ground before she spun to hurl those knives towards the three men standing near the door. I didn't need to be told twice. I was up before Kat even called my name.

Those ropes fell from my arms as I scrambled up and onto my feet. One of those men behind me making a dive toward me and yet I was already running. His hand grasped at thin air. Maybe this was why Kat trained all the time. All the jogging. I can't say that wouldn't be handy right now. I raced toward that door then, leaping up and over those fallen men before pivoting in that doorway to face Kat again. Another of the men making a lunge for her, coming from behind. Her eyes on me instead of the man. I hardly had time to shout that warning. It was easy to reach for that power now that my hands were free. Those cards readily responding, flying from that card case on my belt with ease to whirl into a miniature card torando of sorts that whirled within the palm of my hand. That simple, quick flick of my wrist saw those playing cards shift horizontally before slicing through the air like arrows, cutting everything in their path- and there was only one thing in their path. He fell screaming as those cards, like hundreds of razors, flew around Kat and sliced and tore as his skin, whirling around in a flurry to come at him again. He flailed uselessly at them. The ground beneath him spattered with blood now. The second man clearly rethinking his efforts at lunging for either one of us now and yet that hardly meant one of them wouldn't decide to regain some bravery. Those cards flew with another flick of my wrist to launch back into the holder at my belt. I couldn't look at the man i'd injured. I just.....couldn't. His wailing alone already made me feel....guilty. I was saving my life, saving Kat's life and yet- the idea of hurting someone still....hurt me too. I pushed the thoughts away. The blue gold of my gaze flicking back toward Kat- and the man at her feet. I knew that look. I knew it to well.

"Kat! C'mon, leave Viktor, we have to go! More men are coming."

k o h l
so you want to play with magic?


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