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

they argued my right to ascension


Posted on July 02, 2019 by Alekai Evero
West

Azrael

Only Fools Walk Where Angels Fear To Tread




Raven, he had decided, was taking far too long. That it was, in any fashion, unreasonable for him to expect the Werewolf to have anticipated his presence here tonight, much less his need for her assistance had hardly occurred to him. Azrael, tonight, simply inclined to be grumpy for the sake of it. There was work to be done and the longer he spent on this godforsaken ship arguing about it with Raven the more and more time was simply wasted. There was, he supposed, every chance the young woman might not desire to assist him, his journey here having been wasted all the same and yet, for now, the Hunter remained inclined to try. It hardly took long for Raven to appear from within the depths of that Ark and the bedroom Azrael could only presume was her own. The woman, mercifully, slipping from that room alone and without either Tobias or Tetradore in tow. Azrael hardly terribly...fond of either man any more then either Were seemed fond of him. Tetradore, in the least, was capable of holding a conversation. Tobias an entirely different entity Azrael saw little need to comment upon here and now when it was Raven's assistance he desired. The blond Hunter stepped easily out from behind those crates then as the young woman approached, her arms folded across her chest as if she were the irritable one whom had been forced to climb up the side f a fucking barge! Azrael attempting to prevent that near scowl he fixed her with all the same as she asked just exactly what he needed tonight and whether or not they were going back to the warehouse from several weeks before. Raven commenting upon it having been damaged.

That very insistence so readily saw Azrael's own gaze narrow all the more. The damage done to that auction house within the desert had reached the Hunter Council some weeks ago and yet how Raven had managed to hear of it was...unusual. What contacts did she have within the Council other then himself? Then again there was every chance one of those escaped Were's had found their way to the Ark to spread their tale of escape and Raven, in turn, had heard that very story. The Hunter content to continue to eye her warily all the same, his own affinity so reaching out to silently embrace her then as he queried those very words.

"What would you know about that?"

Whether or not she had any true information remained to be seen. Azrael waiting near expectantly for her reply before shifting to lean back agianst those boxes. His phone, within his pocket, beginning to vibrate again. That damned device having been going off for the better part of the night. The rest of those Hunters out this evening already beginning to make plans before waiting on Azrael's own orders. Much of the rest of that evening depending upon whether or not Raven could be coaxed from the depths of the Ark. The woman, for now, appearing decidedly reluctant.

"We are not going to that auction house, no. Myself and some others are taking illegal weapons shipments- we could use your nose if you're inclined to use it and to work with me again. I need a decision now though, the others are waiting and we are burning darkness. Surely your mate won't miss you for one night?"

What could they possibly need each other for? That Ark was already growing busy. Tobias and Tetradore could surely handle it alone and without.....whatever the hell Raven did. Azrael inclined to eye that Ark dubiously once more before his golden gaze shifted back to Raven once more to meet her own.

"Are you coming with me or not?"





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