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
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
Burning papers into ashes
Posted on January 25, 2016 by Oleander Tremayne
I didn't understand these feelings that had pervaded my mind, they were full of chaotic energy, firing off and going berserk. I tried to fight it and get my thoughts straight. I never learned to keep my hands to myself, this was a great example of how I dived into things without thinking them through. I can hear him apologizing and I feel terrible, he must think I'm horrible. The pain in my nose subsides, and I try to respond, but by the time I do he's already making his way out the back. Wonderful. I could feel my mind and body beginning to regain control over the flood of disruption, and I take a deep breath and decide I needed to go after him, I couldn't just do this to him and let him think he's done something wrong.
Running forward, I grabbed his notebook and ran for the door, my body still trembling and making my steps somewhat unsure, but I managed to hold it together. Shoving the door open I run out and look around with a sigh of relief, "I'm ok, it's ok!" I try to smile and show him I'm chill, but I'm obviously still a wreck. "It's my fault, I'm like a two year old, I gotta drool on everything." I chuckled forcefully and realized that sounded kind of gross. "I mean, when you touched me and used your.." I moved closer and lowered my voice. "Power. I kind of spazzed, cause it was awesome and I wanted to know how you did it exactly, but when I touched you it wasn't like normal, and I kind of forgot to keep myself focused and...what the hell is it anyway? It feels like I did a shit ton of speed or something!" I didn't realize what I was feeling was Darian's anxiety and fear, which I was processing as pure chaotic energy in clash with my typically very collected self. Well, I thought I was collected anyway.
I had just finished speaking when the wind touched my face and it felt oddly cold. Pulling my sleeve over my hand, I cupped it over my nose and pulled it back. As I thought, my sleeve had a streak of silver on it, my nose was bleeding. Well, this makes things extra uncomfortable. Covering my nose again, I grumble and bounce on the balls of my feet. "Ew, sorry..."
