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

Edge of the Circle

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

Don't fret precious, I'm here


Posted on December 03, 2014 by Davante Dorian
West
Little angel go away, come again some other day.
The devil has my ear today.

I had worked in a weaponry for long enough that it had been proven time and time again that there were no true accidents. There was always a reason, always a motive, always a behavior that led to the "accident"; a sort of butterfly effect that many do not give the time of day to mull over. But me? The weaponry had proved a prime stage for this theory to be tested. There were dozens, maybe even hundreds, of customers who poured into the shop to look for a weapon for protection, for satisfaction, or for nefarious reasons that I enjoyed imaging. Their intended actions were obviously not accidental but premeditated and therefore far more malicious. But accidents? That's like tripping down the stairs while cleaning your shotgun, assuming it isn't loaded when you know full well that it is and committing an act of suicide blatantly and seriously a lie. Especially when deemed an accident. It was hard to believe that people met on accident, too. When you imagine the universe and any higher power within reason, it's hard to believe that things happen by chance. The universe seems to have a plan, whether I believe that or not or whether you believe in a God or not, and I think that plan is what forces us to be in the same space and time at the proper moment. With that in mind, I raised a brow at the exclamation of obvious hesitation from Isolt's lips, before a slow smile began to draw my features as I crossed my arms to gently lean against the counter nearest her.

"I don't think it was an accident. There are a handful of suspicious individuals gawking at the building from a few yards away. I don't think you should leave just yet."

The words weren't commanding, but they also weren't in a tone that she would question. Clearly, my intent was to warn her that I was well aware of the situation, and I intended to do something about it if only because I knew Damon would appreciate the gesture, but also because of the ivory knife that had been finished for this woman in particular. The knife was laying on the work bench behind the cash register, where I had been sitting to ponder how in the name of whatever I was going to get the knife to her when my acquaintances with the vampire were little to none. Her accidental arrival in the shop wasn't so accidental... see? The energy of the universe was recyclable, especially to the witches and warlocks who often commanded it so effortlessly. Mother nature had a way of communing our desires to something higher and more powerful than even she.

"They won't hurt you. This isn't some magical establishment â€" hm. Maybe it is. But the stakes will not hurt you inside the shop. There's some kind of magic weaved into it where violence of any kind causes no wounds or anything of the sort. You don't have to relax, but please come away from the door. I'm going to lock up and shut some lights so they wander off."

I casually stood up, but didn't bother heading for the door. It was well within reach of my elemental abilities, and with a very minute flourish the lock was turned, and the shade drawn as it too was operated by a mental hinge. Besides the easy precautions, I focused on the door for a moment longer, weaving my own kind of magic around the shop in order to send the illusion that the lights were off, and the shop was closed. It would have been impressive if I could have made dopplegangers of our bodies leaving the shop... but that was overkill, and I was more curious at the vampire in my midst.

" I do have something that might interest you, while you're here..."





D A V A N T E



Don't fret, precious.
I'm here.


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