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

let's have some fun this beat is sick


Posted on February 10, 2019 by Samantha Cassidy
West


       
       

so why'd you have to rain on my parade?


       

I'm shaking my head. I'm locking the gates.



Knowing Vhalla for as long as she had, Samantha truly should have had some sense to her to not grab the woman upon the wrist, but in her excitement, all she could do was reach out to stop her. It had been on their first meeting that Samantha had discovered what Vhalla was, and had the faerie girl had any sense to her, she would have avoided her all together. Assassin. And yet... Samantha's own compassion for the girl had won out then. Vhalla was just a girl. Younger than herself even, and it was absolutely impossible to turn her away. It was those same emotions now that had her racing after the girl and even grabbing at the assassin's wrist to stop her staggering. Samantha could feel the intoxicated state of the girl, and it took several motions of blinking her eyes to push past it. Her ability, in this case, making it difficult to not feel the effects of the booze that Vhalla had so poured down her own throat this evening.

Luckily for Samantha, Vhalla's reaction was not of violence to the sudden grab. Samantha stepped back quickly as Vhalla spun, her mouth dropping slightly as the blonde fell into the wall. Immediately, Samantha's fingers came out to steady her. "Woah there," The faerie woman said gently, watching Vhalla's efforts to convey what raced through her mind. The combination of the gentle touch of Samantha's fingers on Vhalla's arm and the woman's very intoxicated state was enough for her to utilize the power she so rarely found useful. Those extreme emotions that drunkenness could readily provide her saw the flash of recognition from Vhalla's own mind passing into Samantha's head. The fae woman showed no indication of what she was seeing or what her power was capable of. Instead, Samantha remained silent as she observed Vhalla's thoughts, trying to follow the flashes of memory.

Them laughing at jokes. Vhalla in her yoga pants looking utterly confused by the clothing. Television programs and books. Samantha's fears possessing the woman to vow to protect her. And then.. Ah. Her departure. How she had unknowingly hurt so many people. Samantha pulled her hand back, thus breaking that physical connection that gave her access to the woman's thoughts, just as Vhalla spoke her name, and she couldn't help the eruption of a smile that came at Vhalla's next words to her. The couch? Ah, yes, Samantha had noticed it was different. Just as the floor and the laundry room and various appliances were different now.

"That's okay, the couch sucked anyway," Samantha replied easily, her words laced with the same laughter that Vhalla let out. The witch's emotions made Samantha feel giddy. Intoxicated. Happy to see her. "The couch was lumpy and like sitting on a park bench. I'm glad you set it ablaze." She giggled, and against her better judgment she reached forward and wrapped her arms around the woman in a hug. "I missed you. I'm so sorry I left. I..." She wanted to talk to the woman. To tell her all the adventures she'd been on. To explain that in the two years she'd been gone, she'd worked to master all of her powers. That she didn't need protecting anymore. Vhalla, of all people, would be so proud of her.

"Come on," Samantha wrapped her hand around Vhalla's wrist, pulling her off the wall and down the street. "Let's go get you sobered up at my apartment and we can talk. I have so much to tell you."

       

this is why we can't have nice things


       

Samantha Cassidy


 

 





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