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

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Posted on July 19, 2021 by Kohl
West

kohl

so you want to play with magic



Did it match her eyes? Honestly, I was entirely certain that shirt had never matched anyone's anything. Clothing like that should be illegal. Maybe that was what was going to kill me. Not the fighting or the wounds or the food- the lack of fashion. Was this truly how poor people lived? Forced to wear shirts that claimed they were on the best vacation ever even when it was so clearly a lie? Maybe I was having a very small heart attack. I'd been staring at Kat without talking long enough to suggest it. She seemed to be taking all this rather well. Then again, she always did. She always had been better at, well, less call it 'adapting' then I had.

"It's very....bright."

That was a compliment right? Amusement tugged at my own features all the same as I struggled not to chuckle. Kat was going to look just so....ravishing in that shirt. How was I ever going to keep my hands off her? Maybe I could get over the clothing, maybe, but the hair was going to be another issue entirely. Had she really bought hair dye? Was she really going to make herself a blonde? It wasn't exactly any secret that I loved her hair. Kat was a perfect brunette. The look on my face, I think, gave away exactly what I thought about the idea of her being blonde.

"Is that really necessary?"

I could see her logic behind it, I suppose and yet really, blonde? Couldn't she have maybe just gone a darker shade of brunette? Maybe that was defeating the purpose. My head tilted ever so slightly to the side. The look on my features almost boyish as I considered what blonde might really look like.

"You'd look hot in any colour. Although, are you going to make....everything blonde?"

I nodded ever so slightly towards her, well, downstairs. How committed was she to this blonde business? That, apparently, was the sort of question I needed an answer too. My attention shifted toward the boxes Kat reached to grasp then before throwing one into the microwave. Her insistence this was 'trash nutrition' prompted both eyes to raise. Were you supposed to put the whole box in the microwave? I'd never seen my cook do that before. Then again i'd never seen my cook actually microwave anything before. What? I don't cook. Ever. The microwave beeped, Kat pulled it out before pulling off some sort of plastic sheet and holding it towards me. I reached to take it, eyeing what I can only presume was some sort of....blended.....i don't even know. Maybe this was dog food. It was a joke, it had to be. My gaze shifted from that...meal to kat and back again. My features nothing short of bewildered.

"You can't be serious. Very funny, Kat. Where's the actual food?"




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