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

you can leave like the sane abandoned me


Posted on November 08, 2015 by AIDEN TETRADORE
West
Tetradore supposed that the family's business practices were little of his concern and at the admission of her instructions the male chose to drop the topic all together. After all, his only task here was to provide the warlock with the box and receive his own rather hefty payment for it's safe transport. It's transportation, after all, had hardly come easy. The ship it rested on had experienced it's own oddities during their voyage and now rested in the harbor requiring repairs - whether or not that was the result of the cube, however, Tetradore had yet to determine. His emerald eyes remained steadfast on the woman's fingers as they traced the intimate details of the square shaped objects. His own hands remained buried within the pockets of his jacket, hardly wishing to get particularly near to the object. He may have been a super natural but Tetradore was no witch - the magic that reverberated from the artifact had a way of making him uneasy, even if he did his best to maintain that facade of eternal indifference. He watched as the cube began to glow an every soft ethereal shade, his attention from the woman deviating immediately as the metal around the room began to shake.

His vibrant eyes darted to the wall, stepping back from the middle of the room as the various weapons quite literally came to life around him. His gaze followed the weapons, watching as they danced around him and softly a low, nearly animalistic growl reverberated from his baritone vocal cords. The sound of metal hitting hand pull his attention away from the swords and back to the woman, watching as she stood there with her fingertips wrapped around the hilt of the sword. He heard the melodic sound of the young woman's voice as she stated her own observations on her brother's desire for the object, her fingertips leaving the magical cube in the process. The moment her touch no longer embraced the cube, it's abilities wanned, the swords she had previously animated clattered to the ground around him and slowly, after a moment's hesitance, the were panther's tense form too begun to relax.

"Let's not...touch that again, okay?" He voiced, his discontent for once showing through that usually placid demeanor. He stepped away from his place upon the wall only to near the witch herself, his hands gingerly resting upon the girl's shoulders as if to guide her away from the box before he reached over to flick the lid closed. "Dancing swords don't particularly strike me as safe and I'm fairly certain your brother would blame me if you got harmed playing with his device and frankly, I'd rather get paid instead of having to deal with that." After all, Tetradore knew all too well what he was capable of doing should the roles be reversed - if Davante had allowed Nadya to play with such a dangerous artifact he would be absolutely livid. "Did your brother tell you anything else besides just to wait for me and ignore his customers?" He inquired, inquisitive as to just what the warlock had expected of him. It would have been all too easy to simply take his departure and leave the girl with the box and yet, something made him stay exactly where he was.
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