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

like a zombie in a maze


Posted on May 25, 2019 by boone kendrick
West



He asks the fellow for his name and he is given it: Andras Stein. The man looks as if his name is supposed to ring some sort of bell. Boone hadn't really cared to get to know many in this city, let alone other fairies. He cursed the plague he couldn't get rid of, the ears that he couldn't reshape. He hadn't asked to be a fairy so the only way he knew how to cope with this streak of fate was to simply ignore all things fairy...that included kings, queens, lords, and other titles of that type. The only thing Boone really liked were the way his ears would attract the attention of women at the bar. That, and the fact that he had a low conception rate should he occasionally forget to wear a condom. With as much sex as Boone Kendrick had, it was surprising that he hadn't fathered more children than he had.

Boone moves on from that line of thought, asking if the man made a habit of sneaking up on people. The answer he gave, however, was not exactly what he had been expecting. This fairy seemed to want to know enough to know every fucking fairy in Sacrosanct. That seemed like a tall order to fill, then again he wanted to fuck everybody in Sacrosanct, so he supposed it was an equally as tall order to fill.

However, he continued on, talking about some dark fairies and their harassment of his court. Boone did not miss the threat in his words, the passive way he choose to insert it in conversation. Perhaps if he wasn't quite as drunk as he was, he might have responded with something a little tactful, but he was unable to come up with a quick and witty comeback before he was if he was one of those fairies. "You're barking up the wrong tree. I don't give two shits about other fairies in this city, dark or otherwise." Boone had never bothered with court life, though he had been invited to join one from time to time. He just wasn't exactly the court-type individual. Not to mention, his personality traits weren't exactly desirable in court life.

As if his interrogation wasn't enough, the man was bold enough to say that he had been kind enough to offer up his own name and the same sentiment was desired, rather passively demanded, in return. Boone scoffed. "Boone Kendrick." He looked up ahead and saw that his driver was parked just up the way, he waved the man down and the lights flickered on and the car roared to life.

It wasn't long before his driver pulled up next to the two men and the unconscious woman. True to his word, at least this time, Boone stepped up to the car. "Wilson, drive this woman around until she comes to...then drive her home. I'll manage on my own." The man simply nodded his head and drove up a few more feet so he could exit the car and help the woman inside.

As the driver was working on the woman, he looked to the stranger before he ushered towards the sidewalk ahead of them, an invitation to walk with him. As they fell into step, he turned back to Andras. "Any other interrogation questions you care to ask me?" There was clear sarcasm in his voice, but that wasn't anything new. Boone was rarely serious and when he was, it usually meant one better pay attention.



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