Urban Fantasy - Open To Anyone

[wingedbeastie]

 

Cipher City is a place where the impossible becomes real and dreams go to die. I mean, if you're going to be a melodramatic bitch about it.

It's a mess of a place, but what city isn't. Keep your head down and mind your fucking business -- yes, even if some of the residents have scales or wings or whatever -- and you'll be just fine. The big community center and park is probably the only neutral ground in the city- it's got protective wards out the ass and is where everyone does their big hoopla monthly event; witches and their celebrations, neo-pagans and their drum circles and whatever bullshit hipster college kids get up to.

Center of the city is where the magical elite make their homes,  warded townhouses and condos with magical illuminated script for wallpaper keep them protected from the bitter folks in the worse off parts of town. Downtown is home to entertainers and black markets of all kinds and will sell you anything you need for a price. Hunters of all kinds offer their services in dingy, cigarette filled offices and back tables in dark restaurant. Witches, Vampires, Demons - shit, even other hunters if you knock on the right door - somebody will be happy to collect a head if you line their pockets.

So the question is: why are you here, stranger?

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[witchtrialled]

For all the times it got tossed around as a cliche, sometimes it ended up being true; it really was a dark and stormy night.

Not like the city residents weren't used to this. Once winter started slipping into spring, and summer into fall, the rains rolled in on heavy gusts from the coastline, and it was all you ever saw for months at a time. Fine enough for those allergic to sunlight, but not so much for the idiots who got caught in these downpours without an umbrella.

Salem was aware he was one of those idiots, but it didn't make him feel any better about it.

Dashing from one awning to the next, the punkling made his way towards the well-lit windows, boots throwing up puddles in his wake. It was only when he reached the safety of the diner, and stepped inside, that he took a moment to squeeze the water out of his sidecut. The bored looking woman manning the counter didn't seem to care, and kept trying to figure out the day's crossword.

Still bedraggled, Salem took one of the red round seats at the counter, ignoring the unbecoming squish he made when he did so. He'd just barely opened his mouth when a laminated menu was slid across to him. Awkward moment averted. Half browsing the menu, half watching the rain pour down outside, the Witch settled in for a long night.