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

Smoke in The Wind


Posted on April 08, 2019 by Arden A. Wick
West
The woman in front of Arden clearly was not amused about his joke about warning signs. He had thought maybe it was chuckle worthy, but clearly he had been wrong. He had expected this place to have a fair amount of supernatural creatures, but he hadn't expected quite what he had found. He also had years of military training that allowed him to overcome his gut reaction. It had become very clear to him since he had gotten here that the source that had given him the info about this place was not to be relied on. It seemed that contact wanted him dead if anything.

Arden appreciated when the woman lost her scowl, and adopted a smirk. The scowl made him feel almost like a disobedient child even though by looks he was the senior one by a fair margin. When she agreed to escort him out Arden's face broke into a big smile. She gave her name in return for his, and even gave him a smile. Arden couldn't lie he was surprised. He had expected a more dour response. Alexis clearly must have been important to the Weres that surrounded them. They parted without a single word or motion from Alexis. It was almost eerie seeing them respond like that. Most of his knowledge on supernaturals was from the perspective of an outsider, and the few Weres he had actually talked to were a proud bunch who never would have acted like these Weres. The few Arden had known were also mostly loners. He kept silent as they walked observing the crowd. Almost all eyes had went somewhere else instead of staying on him, but one or two were still eyeing him. Alexis led him to the door before speaking again.

Could he make it home from here? She clearly couldn't know that the one place Arden had ever considered home was far away, and he was sure he would never return to. Sadness passed over his face for a brief second before he resumed his cheery expression. "Yes I believe I should be able to get to my rental car from here. I appreciate the help Alexis. Sorry if I disturbed your evening." He turned to leave, but just before his hand could touch the door handle he stopped. He reached into his pocket, and pulled out a paper card. The card read "Arden A. Wick, artifact collector" Along the bottom of the card it also had a phone number. He turned to Alexis and held the card out to her. "This might sound really dumb, but if you find anything you think might be of interest give me a call." He smiled as he said the words, but his eyes were serious. He turned, opened the door, and proceeded to make his way out of the Ark. He wasn't sure how she would react to the card, but he hoped everything would be fine. Arden strode confidently away from the Ark, but his single eye, and ears were on high alert in case any of the Weres decided he was easy prey now that he was alone. He might make it all the way to his SUV he had rented, but he couldn't be too safe.

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