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    The East

    The east side of the city is often considered the heart of Sacrosanct. It's here were the majority of the shopping district can be found, deep in the heart of downtown. It's here that magic thrives, it hums in every stone and can be felt in every breath. Often times, new comers to the city may be come overwhelmed by such sensations but, eventually, it becomes an ever present feeling that's hardly noticed. The streets of the east side are frequented by all species as many companies are housed in the sky scrapers and hole in the wall establishments that line the streets.

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    Cat's Meow

    owned by Nadya Tetradore
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    Cat's Meow

    An older brick building tucked downtown with only a neon sign above the steel door saying Cat's Meow and the drifting of music to let you know of the burlesque within. The inner confines have a lavish feeling of comfort and style. At one end of the building is a large stage for the dancers to entertain with small round tables scattered in front for the customers to sip or dine while watching. Directly across from the stage is a fully stocked bar so you’re never without a view of the entertainment.

    Owner Nadya Tetradore

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    Downtown

    Downtown

    The city has a unique skyline, clashing between modern sky rises and small victorian storefronts. In the heart of downtown, the sleek colored glass buildings reign supreme though their old-world roots can be seen in the most peculiar places from the lamp post styled electric street light to the stone sidewalks. The old world architecture slowly returns the further from downtown you travel, however.

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    Inner Sanctum

    owned by Alexander Macedonia
    2 employees

    Inner Sanctum

    This hidden little cafe is loaded with essentricities and antiques that fill every corner of this remarkable place. The walls are lined with oddities from every corner of the world. Beyond the intriging decor, this place is known for it's delectable coffees and it's exquisite latte art.

    Owner Alexander Macedonia

    Barista Alexis Wilde
    Barista Calliel Alosi

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    Red on the Water

    owned by Isolt Griffin
    2 employees

    Red on the Water

    Nestled in a pleasant alcove that is but a stone?s throw away from the dazzling labyrinth of downtown, Red on the Water is a spectacle in its own right. Renovated in the style of a classic Irish pub with a dash of modern flare befitting the city that boasts it, this up-and-coming venue is the perfect place to snag an impeccably prepared home-cooked meal and enjoy the city?s most impressive collection of brews from Ireland and beyond. You and your guests are sure to be mesmerized and invigorated by the energetic offerings of the live Celtic band to be found here every weekend.

    Owner Isolt Griffin

    Co-Owner Damon Marcello
    Waitress Yumi Chizue

do not waver; the dark approaches108.245.133.46Posted On February 24, 2017 at 5:43 PM by sorcha



I've forgotten how it felt before...


The weight of the pots and pans jostling is enough to cause strain on my arms as I help steady the box, having seen the way Mi was slamming left and right. No doubt her hand would be tender after such a hit and I wonder for a moment if I should touch her, heal it. After all, it was so minor that it was doubtful she would notice; I recognized she was a human. Some time spent in the city had honed my skill at deducing who was other and who was normal, not that I preferred either company. I tended to swing between the normalcy of regular humans and the eccentric mannerisms of the supernatural. At least with a human the only danger I was in was from being found out and as a witch it was much easier to hide ones abilities than, say, turning into some furry critter.

She accepts my help with no fuss, directing us up and to her new apartment. Boxes lay everywhere, the perpetual state of disarray after such a haul, and it takes some finagling to get us through the doorway with all fingers intact. My own knuckles had scraped the edges and left them semi-raw but I rubbed it away as we set the pots down and she smiles at me. I take her hand with an easy grin. "I am Sorcha," I offer, my voice lilting in my native Scottish twang for a moment before I glance down at the pots that she has revealed.

My grin widens at the sight, eyes twinkling with wit. "Ah, so you have a love of cooking I see! I have very little use for pots and pans as I tend to burn most things." I frown now, silently remembering all the times my mother had gawked at my horrid attempts at cooking. A witch that could brew the best of healing potions but could barely sear a steak. "Are you new to the city, Mi?" My head dips to the side in a questioning manner but friendly nonetheless, not quite ready to abandon her to whatever business she needs to do. Part of me is eager to get to know someone else, someone knew, someone uncomplicated, and if it meant I had to offer my skills with unpacking then I was prepared to sacrifice the rest of my afternoon.


the world fell at our feet


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