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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

bee to the blossom, moth to the flame; each to his passion; what's in a name? 166.137.136.91Posted On December 27, 2017 at 12:12 PM by MIYAKO AIKEN



It was as if Miya was surrounded only by bad luck, with fleeting good luck strewn in depending on who you asked. The poor girl had been harassed by these boys before and though they were distinctly human, they were still far larger and far stronger than the petite woman. Though, she had taken several self defense classes, it hardly mattered at how good she was at defending herself, there were times when brute force was all that it took to get past a defense. Even when the girl sends her hand flying, landing squarely on her assailants cheek, her hand stinging from the impact, she still manages to level the boy with a death glare. His hand only seems to tighten on her arm as Miya attempts to hide the wince. Surely she would have a bruise tomorrow! As she staggers forward towards her attacker, she glares at him fiercely, unable to wrench her arm free no matter how hard she tried.

What she did not expect was her assailant to be wrenched away from her, his hand releasing her arm in the process. Blinking in surprise, she turns to see the guest instructor, the man far bigger up close than she had initially realized. Truly, it wasn’t as if Miya was paying attention in class, she had been trying to stay awake and had only managed to embarrass herself in front of the entire lecture hall. She shoves the memory from her head momentarily, her eyes wide as the burly man practically lifts the boy off his feet by the collar of his shirt, his deep voice rumbling down her skin. Honestly, if she had been in that boy’s position, she might have croaked in fear. As she wasn’t, goosebumps slithered along her body as she watches the altercation, mouth agape for a moment. Miya could see the boy pale instantly, his friends scattering down the alleyway to leave him behind.

Finally, she’s able to gather her thoughts enough before she squares her shoulders and marches over to her instructor and the boy. Launching a kick to land between her attacker’s legs, she places her hands on her hips, watching the boy fall to the ground groaning, assuming the fetal position almost instantaneously. “That was for touching me when I told you not to,” Miya snaps down at the boy, her chocolate eyes blazing with anger before taking a step back, her eyes darting to the man, her hands still settled rather sassily on her hips. “As for you, I had everything under control, I didn’t need help,” she growls at the much larger Hawaiian man, not entirely realizing he practically dwarfed her. Miya was far too upset to consider the possibility that this man could snap her like a twig or shake her like a rag doll and here she was, scolding him for merely helping her.

Absentmindedly, she watches the boy crawl several paces away before pulling himself to his feet and taking off at a limping run. Glaring daggers at his back briefly, she turns her chocolate eyes back on the man, her brows drawn down in a frown as she regards the man before her. “If you’re expecting a thank you, you aren’t going to get one,” she states rather brashly, folding her arms over her chest, her fingers drumming on her arm as if she were impatient for this conversation to be over. No, typically Miya wasn’t ungrateful, yet, it was her immediate reaction when put in fearful situations, that or she would ask five million questions. It was probably due to the lack of sleep, perhaps if she had been able to sleep longer the woman might not be so… irritable. Truly, it was just her mind’s self defense, she hardly needed anyone else to see her in a vulnerable position.

Miyako Aiken



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