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

too wild for you


Posted on February 19, 2019 by Malia Tate
West


She wondered if perhaps she wasn't more fearful for Tetradore's life the minute she saw that gun than he was himself. All she knew was that she couldn't allow him to get shot, not on her watch. She would have blamed herself and she couldn't have that on her conscious. But the minute they teleported into an alley, he only wanted to point out how she kept telling him not to use powers. Sure, she knew that she'd been basically making up her own rules as they went along but she just shrugged it off. After all, his life may have been in danger. That trumped everything else. When she asked if he'd rather get shot, he said that it was a realistic consequence and she snorted, rolling her eyes. "Maybe if you're not quick like I am." She smirked, lifting a brow, daring him to argue. None the less, she was sure on some level he was happy enough that she hadn't allowed him to actually get shot.

As he took the painting from her, she saw a subtle shift in his eyes. He seemed almost mesmerized by the painting and she tilted her head, her gaze moving from him to the painting and back again as she tried and failed to understand. What was so important about the painting? It was just wood and some paper someone had colored on, right? Yet it seemed to mean a whole lot more to him. When she teased him about owing her though, he looked up, seemingly broken from whatever trance he'd been in as he asked what she'd want in return. She scrunched up her nose as she pretended to think about it before she smiled and shrugged. "I don't know yet. Let's call it a favor for another day. I'm sure I'll think of something." She smirked and gave him a playful wink. "Guess you'd better run along and hang that up somewhere in your precious Ark. It'd better be a good spot too, very visible. I didn't save your ass for nothing." She tried to sound serious but her playful eyes told a different story.



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