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
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
virtue has a veil, vice a mask
Posted on November 29, 2019 by Raven Cain
What good was it if you captured your stalker, and he didn't have decent information to provide? It was all very pathetic, no, he was pathetic. With an annoyed sigh, she shook her head. Of course...people in shady business hardly ever discussed their shady business with others. It was extremely annoying, but it made sense. There had to be a reason why Serafina was being stalked. Maybe if they went to the hotel they could try to find some more information, because it was clear this human had nothing else to provide them. When her witch decided to buy the old armory and create her own shop, Raven was okay with her business. Being on the West side of town meant that some of her clientele would be a bit disreputable. Both she and Azrael were in agreement that they didn't like Serafina doing business with those kinds of clients, but they couldn't tell Serafina what to do. It was her business and she could do what she wished, but that didn't mean they couldn't keep a close eye on her. Apparently, neither of them weren't good at their task, because a stalker had been observing their witch, without them knowing. If Azrael found out about this, he'd blame her in one way or another. When he mentioned he had a partner she was disappointed that the name didn't ring a bell to her. Seriously, could this get any more frustrating?!
After tucking the wallet back into the man's pocket she listened to her witch's idea of simply letting the man go. Was he truly allowed to get off that easy? If they killed or harmed him, then his sponsor would know. For them to have some sort of upper hand, his sponsor could not be aware that they knew. Growling softly she looked through his phone finding nothing else that would help them. There were no recent phone calls, texts, or emails that would connect them to someone else. Why did this have to be so difficult? Letting the man waltz out of here still influenced by that truth potion didn't seem like a good idea. Voicing her concerns to the woman, with telepathy because she didn't want the man to hear what she had to say, she hoped the witch would be a bit understanding. That shrill note in her voice made the lupine flinch and lower her head slightly. Raven didn't mean to upset her, she was just trying to help. Staying quiet she watched Serafina for a moment waiting for her next order. A faint smile appeared though when Serafina agreed to her idea of a memory type potion.
Even if the memory potion would work temporarily it would at least give them a bit more time. When the man spoke she snarled and waved her hand, forcing his chair to fly roughly into the wall. They weren't talking to him, he had no need to know what they were planning to do to him. He didn't deserve that right. Keeping a close eye on him she waited for her witch to be done making the potion. Once finished she happily assisted Serafina in forcing the man to drink all the contents of the memory lapse potion. With the potion completely in his system, she began to untie the man, keeping a firm hold on the back of his neck. Get him back in the alley, and return to her store...yep this will be easy. Taking a step forward she roughly pushed the man to move forward, rolling her eyes as he began to talk. That comment about her being pretty made the lupine scoff. The first time she was called pretty was by Dorian's mate when he had her pinned against a tree. She didn't believe him when he complimented her, and she didn't believe this human now. Gruffly she shoved the man forward, keeping that hold on him tightly.
Glaring straight ahead she waited for Serafina to open up the doors, following the witch as she led them to whatever dark corridor in the alleyway she found the man in. Each time he struggled she would growl and tighten her hold on him. As soon as they made it to the spot Serafina discovered him, she roughly set him down on the ground ordering the man to stay there. Leaving the man there she turned around tugging at the shadows so that they could swarm around them, hiding their visibility from the man. Shoving her hand in her pockets she looked over at her witch, speaking quite softly this time around.
Gosh, how embarrassing. How would she be a good familiar if she couldn't protect the woman from a stalker.