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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.

    What's You'll Find Here

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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
    3 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
    Assistant Manager Calliel Alosi
    Barista Beylani Rose

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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

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    The Bakery

    owned by Taliah Vieira
    2 employees

    The Bakery

    The Bakery is a small bakery that serves anything that your heart desires, from sweet to savory this little place has it all. The area overall is small and cozy, a seating area that lines the windows and several bakery cases that provide freshly baked goods every day. The Bakery also takes special orders and delivers to local cafes.

    Owner Taliah Vieira

    Baker Sterling Tenembrage
    Baker Ludovino Donati

THIS IS IT, THE APOCALYPSE108.93.10.156Posted On December 24, 2017 at 7:39 PM by M A LA K A I

Malakai Kanaita

Why, exactly, he found himself repeatedly cajoled into participating in these things was so far beyond his own rationale that he would rather not even think about it. Was it a sense of responsibility? A presumed and insistent need to act as a representative of alternative medicine and the cultures within which it was practiced? Hardly. At least... not anymore. Anymore these lectures were nothing more beneficial than a few extra dollars in his pocket and a reminder that alternative medicine was still largely considered to be absolute and irrefutable bullshit. As if the accusation needed further validation from the room at large, he could see it there in the faces of the students staring despondently back at him; they were all too eager to skim to the employ of their pills, their poisons, than to bother with anything even remotely holistic or, dare he even think it, spiritual. It was all just words, stories he had recited so many times that it was as if he had never truly lived them. It was an charade, a production that had been perfected by him, the artisan, over the course of the last few years. Hell, even he didn't believe it anymore. Not really. But at least he was capable of staying awake during the damn thing.

Malakai's eyes cut to the source of the metallic clatter as it echoed about the packed lecture hall, finding the petite young woman easily even without the aide of her mortified expression. He heaves only a sigh wrought of exasperation, heavily-muscled arms crossing over a shirt that, truly, would have benefited greatly from even a brief encounter with an iron, his suspenders pulled taut against the ample muscles of his chest. He fixes her one last, poignant glare before returning his attention to the class at large. "Now, as I was saying..."

The Hawaiian man supervened this lecture in the manner that he always had, proped against a non-descript campus wall, the smoke of his cigarette swirling in soft plumes about him. He took to observing the students, the staff, as they bustled about the campus as if in some grand hurry... though for and towards what he could not possibly fathom. It was a peculiar shift in the otherwise regimented alignment of the mulling mass that bribed his attention to the maw of a distant alleyway, a clutch of young men seeming to be in pursuit of what appeared to be a young woman from the curtain of gossamer hair. Dammit. The brooding gentleman took a last, lingering drag from the cigarette he had meant to savor before flicking it haphazardly unto the icy ground at his feet, a subtle and agitated growl of sorts escaping from him as he eased from the brick wall behind him.

Perhaps it would not turn out to be as it appeared, he considered idly as his boots crunched a path through the thin layer of frost that had accumulated gradually over the course of the morning. Yet as he turned the corner into the seclusion of the alleyway all hopes that he would be dismissed of this self-induced ethical pursuit evaporated. Nope, it was precisely as it appeared. Perfect. A silent sigh whispers through his lips as he moves himself forward, reaching out with a single, tattooed hand to grasp the woman's assailant by the collar of his shirt, twisting thick fingers into the fabric to further restrict the fellow's movements should he be so foolish as to attempt any. "You heard her," he growled in his customary brutish tone. "Now let her go before I have to do it for you... and I don't bluff."




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