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**Azukre Sarastus /District13**
Creation of Mr. Crowley
((Property of the GrandSugarClan))
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**Azukre Sarastus /District13**
Creation of Mr. Crowley
((Property of the GrandSugarClan))
Azukre Sarastus District is a place of high supernatural phenomenon close to True Crossover Academy of the Blue Flames. Many refuse to live there due to the high incidents of occult activities. The darkest parts of the cities which seem abandoned houses as strange community of occult practitioners, dark mages and strange magical creatures. The remaining inhabitants face the inconvenient issues of gang warfare and strange secret societies. Because of a spell cast over it by Mr. Crowley, the city seems to be in eternal darkness.
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RP as if you are in a hostile occult city
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GrungySugar: The Smaller Alternative NiteClub
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GrungySugar: The Smaller Alternative NiteClub
Archangel Michael β ArchistrategosSucreSpiritus replied 4 days, 1 hour ago 48 Members · 56 Replies
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*He came with his list of songs for the deejay to play for the night and sat back to enjoy them.*
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*His brothers brought him along to check out Zehellenia’s new dive bar. He wasn’t sure about the idea of having this intimate bar out in such a dangerous area especially for family but, he noticed how well it fit into the area and that there were people around there that could use the fun little dive for their own outlet of entertainment. Nevertheless, his concern shifted when he and his brothers thought how good this place would be for them to have an excuse to patrol the area more closely. They had an excellent way to go undercover and not rouse too much suspision. They were still cops and most thieves and criminals seemed to have a strange knack for figuring out who the cops were. He still thought it was a great idea and it would also allow them to keep a close eye on GrungySugar and keep Zehellenia and her patrons safe. He was enjoying his beer and the conversations but also the nostalgic alternative music he hadn’t heard in a while.*
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*After work Tama appeared at GrungySugar where she was greeted by family and a blast of alternative grunge tunes that she found nostalgic. She made her way into the club and soon found her husband, Leuko sitting with Rey and Thoth-sama. She greeted them and then decided to take a look around, admiring the details put into the small dive bar.*
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GrungySugar, a pulsing, dimly lit nightclub nestled deep within the grimy heart of District 13. The air is thick with the smell of cheap synth-ale, illicit spice, and desperation. Exposed pipes crisscross the ceiling, dripping condensation onto the chipped concrete floor. The music is a chaotic blend of industrial beats, distorted synthwave, alternative grunge and the occasional haunting folk melody leaked from the upper districts. It’s a place where the downtrodden, the desperate, and the dangerous come to forget their troubles, or maybe just find a new set.
Zehellenia, a woman built from grit and ambition, with sharp, calculating eyes and a no-nonsense demeanor. Her clothes are practical β a dark tee shirt, dark trousers, and heavy boots β but with a subtle, almost defiant flair. She’s has become known for her ruthlessness, her uncanny ability to read people, and the almost unsettling calm she exudes amidst the chaos of her club. Zehellenia built GrungySugar from nothing, and she protects it fiercely.
The rhythmic throb of the music vibrates through Zehellenia’s boots as she surveys her domain. It’s a Friday night, and GrungySugar is packed. Bodies jostle on the dance floor, their faces illuminated by the flickering neon signs that spell out the club’s name. A low hum of conversation rises from the scattered tables, punctuated by the clinking of chipped glasses.
Zehellenia stands on a makeshift balcony overlooking the main floor, her arms crossed. Her eyes scan the crowd, taking in every detail: the nervous shimmer in a newcomer’s gaze, the subtle hand-off between two figures in a darkened booth, the way the bouncer, is keeping a watchful eye on a particularly rowdy group near the bar.
With family and friends visiting the place has become a great success and furthermore, the curious locals have become regulars at the intimate dive.
She manages and at times bartends but has found some locals willing to work at the dive. Zehellenia has to go a long way before trusting anyone with her pride and joy but it has all started off better than she anticipated.
“Thank you all for making this such a success! I appreciate your support!”
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*Saitama and Tamaki head to the abandonded industrial area of slum city, once you walk further through the dimly lit streets you find yourself in front of GrungySugar. It was well hidden but those who are interested easily found their way. They made sure to take a walk around the area and checking things out before going inside to enjoy the alternative music playing inside and the cozy vibe.* @one-punchman
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