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

i've still got scars in my back from your knife


Posted on December 20, 2014 by Alekai Evero
West
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It was, Azrael has decided, like dealing with a child. A petulant, loud, poorly raised child that seemed to hold the unyielding determination of belief that he was right about everything and held within his questionably intelligent mind the answers for all of lifes questions even despite his previous spiel upon the rights to judge another and his own manner of continuing to ignore his own words with a rather continued set of personal judgements Davante seems entirely content to make- even if only in regard to Az himself. Perhaps, to a certain extent the blonde Hunter remains oblivious to the hypocrisy of his own nature and yet by this same token there is a part of himself so entirely aware of it that the very irony of such a thing often makes laugh- or as close to a laugh as Azrael remains capable off. He knows of his own contradictions and yet is entirely powerless to prevent such things, his own attitude perhaps little more then a representation of the conflictions of his own life, the man never truly...entirely....having accepted the Hunter life as his fate, some tiny part of him, somewhere, still entirely content to rebel against every single urge, desire and council order- if only for his loathing of being commanded by someone whom he has long ago stopped believing held the best interests of any species at heart- and yet, by this same token without a council to follow or a job to perform he simply has no purpose, no reason to even exist- no one to stay alive for and it is perhaps this continued confliction of interests that so result in the moody, short tempered blondes less then appealing demeanour. Until his encounters with the raven-haired witch whom seemed so entirely determined to push right back against him with the same force he employed to push her away there had been far more then one part within himself he had truly ceased to believe still existed, let alone was still capable of any emotion. It is merely unfortunate really, that Davante continues to remind him, with each and every sarcastic phrase or derisive snort why exactly it was he had never sought to make an apprentice of any kind.

There momentary agreement in regards to the removal of unwanted customers and upon the methods by which Tobias could be controlled- or not, was a surprising thing and yet one Azrael too chooses entirely to ignore, refusing to acknowledge that the company of this man could be in any way enjoyable, resolving himself to the fact he was here entirely for other reasons that did include any need for companionship. He has been alone for over thirty years, he hardly has any desire to break such an impressive streak now- and not with some sort of egotistical self-hired store clerk with what may be potentially the stupidest name he has ever heard. Perhaps it was cultural and yet truly the Hunter finds he hardly cares what may have possessed the other mans Mother to name him Davante- of all things. It is entirely the sort of name one gives to a show dog, the thought seeing his lip twitch ever so slightly before his attention returns in full to the man before him and the deal he has seen fit to offer- perhaps against his own better judgement, the warlock seeming determined to remain belligerent all the same, the use of the word 'grandpa' however, seeing Azrael's own features shift into a frown- though for now he simply ignores it.

The seemingly young man continues to lean against the counter, fingers drumming against the wood in some measure of impatience as the warlock seemed to struggle to decide whether his pride could stand to take more then one potential blow. To a certain extent, Azrael had come to discover that Davante was...predictable, at least, his reactions to things could be easily gleamed from him long before it would seem even the warlock is aware of them, so many years spent observing others perhaps having allowed the Hunter a certain skill in this regard and as such he holds no true belief his deal will be turned down, the man before him more then predictable in regards to being challenged- after all if anything Davante may very well be as stubborn has himself and it is this innate desire to prove something to someone that assures the blonde of the warlock's companionship tonight. His comment in regards to Mcdonald's however, at least managed to earn the lifting of a single brow before his shoulders roll in a loose shrug- already heading from the door.

"Neither have I- it is sure to be an experience then. Now stop talking and move for Christ's sake."

Davante's efforts to dress and pack whatever it was he seemed to feel he need went largely ignored by the other man, Azrael content to merely lean against the doorframe a moment, scrolling through the phone before him, searching for the closest possible target to his current location amongst the list he has only been sent mere minutes ago, eyes lifting from the screen at yet another of the warlock's comments before he managed an almost exasperated sigh- struggling to keep his voice...level now.

"There are thirty-seven Hits on here, Davante, they are going to take far more than one night for me to get through, but ideally I would like to aim for as many as I can, it's less work I have to do later. I don't know what sort of targets you are used to killing, the ones that stand their with their hands in the air waiting for you to shoot them? But these are a little more difficult, if we get to even five, especially with you in the way, it will be a miracle."

His attention returns to the screen, bringing up a single name, this target close by, no more than a few blocks at last sighting as the warlock paused at the door beside him with some further irritating quip about a...cane.

"I have one already."

The glowing light cane appears suddenly within his hand, swung deliberately at the back of the warlocks head, merely aiming to whack him with it before it fades into nothing, satisfying his ever growing desire to remove the warlocks head from his shoulders before stepping past him and onto the street once more, leaving Davante to lock up, stepping forward and towards the direction of their first job- before abruptly pausing.

"We're not going to get a car to where this target is and with your inability to run I suppose we are going to have to walk, as for this-"

He simply moves with that same speed as always, snatching the cigarette from Davante as he has done some nights before, this time however, proceeding to simply toss it aside.

"The first target is a Were, he is going to smell that before we get anywhere near him, so you can forget about smoking today, besides, it might help improve your lung capacity and result in you actual being ability to move faster."

It was going to be a far longer damn night then even he had anticipated, pivoting neatly on his heel to simply head off and down the street, simply leaving the warlock to follow, attempting to at least limit his stride to something the other man could maintain with relative ease, choosing entirely to remain silent until words were actually needed. It had been....years since he had actually walked anywhere, much less several blocks through the west side and towards the harbor, the blonde very near having forgotten how entirely- boring it was to maintain this single, dithering pace, hands folding into his pockets as he led the way, content enough to stroll as best as his impatience was capable of allowing him before they finally arrived at harbour itself- this part of town, even within the middle of the day, a bustling hive of activity.

"The majority of beings here are human, though I can feel....something else, not Were though...Fae- I think, though he or she is walking away from us so probably not going to be a problem. This is the target were looking for, male, about twenty, may be in the form of a Bloodhound."

He simply moved to turn his phone towards the warlock once more, offering him the image of the short, red-haired, stocky young man they were looking for, the image changing moments later to a picture of a rather large tan and black dog- the phone flicked closed and returned to his pocket as the Hunter merely strode forward again and into the crowd, senses fully extended now, leaving Davante to follow and find his own way through the crowded human docks before the faintest touch of Were seemed to brush along his skin, the same static-like feeling that indicated those vile half breeds seeing the blonde man abruptly halt once more- where the hell was it.

"Oh fuck it."

The curse hisses readily between his teeth, arms folding now across his chest as he simply pauses upon the side of the dock, one hand gesturing loosely out to very near the middle of the harbour and what is evidently some sort of....party-boat filled with a number of teenagers- their target somewhere on it.

"I know how I'm getting over there, but how do you intend to, hmm? Please, display some of your skills- but for fuck's sake don't just try and pull that whole boat over here with your powers, we need to do this with as little attention as possible and you moving a boat is going to get both of us killed. Go on Davante, get your target."





Alekai Azrael Evero
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