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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

we are the sign, we are the wonder108.93.10.156Posted On August 26, 2017 at 6:50 PM by anastasia romanova


Could it be? Truly? After so much time, after the sands of so very many decades had slipped through the fissures of her desperately-coiled fists...

How could it be possible that she had finally found the thing for which she had been searching with such tireless and remarkable poignancy for the greater portion of a century? There had transpired more than a few moments of abject weakness wherein the Duchess doubted with such sincerity that she might ever lay her eyes upon it again. That the splendor of it would exist only and forevermore within the fiercely-guarded coffer of her memory. Yet even then, when her eyes had finally been gifted with that small glimpse of her talisman about the neck of the little vampire girl, Anastasia had realized that the sands of the passing decades had already begun to tarnish the image held within her mind for the splendor of it was far greater than she could recall.

The conundrum was, of course, discerning the details of how she might go about reclaiming that which was her own. She was not and had never been a fool, the Russian aristocat had been fastidious even in her youth and no amount of time or etherreal metamorphosis could have altered that portion of her. She was well aware of the age of the imp in question, her suspicions and interests piqued even before she had called a faux-casual meeting with that pair of Council dullards to ascertain the confirmation she desired. But now... now she required the participation, informed or otherwise, of the single individual within whom she held any amount of confidence and trust.

Anastasia pays not even the barest modicum of heed to the closure notice upon the door of Alexander's establishment, knowing full well that her invitation was extended no matter the hour. Though the fallen royal did admit, privately of course, to a measure of amusement that her Maker seemed to be embracing a young woman she had not yet had the pleasure of meeting... a young woman who clearly, from her garments, was under his employ. A young woman who, by the expressions on both of their faces, was also clearly blithely unaware of who she was, her polite declaration met with only the minutest pitching of an expertly-manicured brow as Anastasia turns from the pair only so far as to flick the cafe's lock firmly into place. "Teper' ty zakryt," she offers smoothly. Now you're closed.

She offers only silence thereafter, the subtle tap of her polished black heels and the timely swish of the blazer that conceals her matching cocktail dress the only sounds for a few pregnant moments. Subtle also is the manner in which she absorbs the finer details of her guardian's companion: a pretty, youthful woman indeed, with features a great deal softer than those of the austere Russian opposite her. A simper, marginally good-natured and falsely-inviting, curves the edges of her ruby lips as the sage of her eyes flickers from the girl to her Maker. "Alexander," she cooes, "why don't you introduce me to your friend?"

Anastasia Romanova

Grand Duchess of Imperial Russia



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