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

Poisonous, Contagious


Posted on June 20, 2022 by Braxton Redfield
West





Attentively he listened to Mor's words creating a picture in his own head. Except in this instance, picture was another word for film; One scene being played out like he was about to write a whole manuscript or something akin.. Nevertheless, Mor was suddenly garrulous at this very moment. She was certainly something. But she had made a few good points. For all he had known this was just a whole plot to get the Fae captured and drain him of his life. Afterall, Fae Blood was something highly sought after.But this did raise the question in his mind.
What if this was a setup up for something even more? Bah. No time for that.
Risk was part of this job, and he knew damn well the potential consequences upon aiding, or even accompanying on this grand endeavor.

"I'll address the other part later; What you have perplexed me with is this little tidbit about this situation. No, I couldn't possibly know whose shape you've chosen to have taken. For all I know you're a relative of the human. A contact or partner. Or, dare I say, someone that struck a deal and you have status in the Vampire world?"
He was prodding a bit, but Braxton wasn't stupid. But he was still cautious, now more than ever in truth.
Granted he had placed some trust in Morgan but he was still ready to stay at arms length at all times. The dark haired Fae continued scanning the room in its entirety. Yet the more he thought about it, the more that he started to really try to process things.

But he spaced on the fact, he was on the clock. He reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a very fancy looking tool kit. Braxton quickly moved across the foyer and darted his eyes about. He couldn't remember the last time he had to find a safe, or something extremely valuable. The Brit refused to even sweat or show any signs that he was gonna crack under pressure.
Guess his first guess would be to go a bit further down the area.
"A safe might be in the room... But... I also have a feeling..."
Braxton moved swiftly and saw a study area. Several bookshelves lined the walls and there was a desk and a chair with a nightstand and a library lamp.

"Well... The most cliche of areas but I'll venture."
Slowly he started moving through the room, slipping a glove on and dragging his hand across several books. Looking, feeling out for something.
"... Must have something here... Surely this sod isn't that much of a git."


- Braxton Redfield -
What's Wrong With Being Confident?


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