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

The Simple Life Ain't So Simple


Posted on December 12, 2022 by Braxton Redfield
West





Pressure. That's the only word that would really even come to mind with Braxton and his current situation. "You really did talk yourself up here, Braxton. Way to go." The Dark Fae thought to himself as he tried to really keep his composure with this situation. It didn't help that he knew the Vampire was picking up on his nervous state and his racing heart, and pulse.
"Why don't you just serve yourself up on a platter? Offer here some of your blood even? Relax, Braxton!" His internal voice was just growing louder and louder.
"I can tell you I wasn't lying, promise you that much. I usually have intel of sorts, but no excuse for me being sloppy."

The Fae prattled on as he would make his way over to the Office. It would be the only office in the area so of course this would be it. Braxton was doing everything possible to compose himself. The words from Morgan saying that this was indeed a setup still didn't seem to leave his brain.It was like seeds planted into soil that were emerging and starting to take root
He'd slowly creep around while making sure that he didn't trip anything, or step on anything that was even remotely suspicious or would raise alarms. But his body was more so the alarm in the eyes of a hungry Vampire.

She had to be though. Braxton couldn't really measure how long it had been for her, or how often she feeds. This was most certainly a game of Russian Roulette but he couldn't turn back now. But here the Fae was in the office. His eyes flickered all over and found his way to the desk and would move with swiftness. Braxton would begin scanning bookshelves and little table surfaces. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary, but he hadn't checked the tables or the desk drawers yet. "I hope this yields something...Bloody hell." Braxton said to himself as he started to slowly, but with the use of momentum, would start opening drawers. Some things stuck out but no papers yet.

The little nightstands were just the usual junk drawer. But soon as the Fae would move to the desk he'd find a key and a few pieces of paper neatly tucked in a manila envelope- the key was taped to the outside of it. He knew Morgan was right behind him so he'd turn around and flashed the prize he caught for her.
"Highly doubt this is the end of it, but I dare say that I got something here. Though I'm still warry, I am not deterred."

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

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