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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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    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

so tell me what i want101.191.249.40Posted On July 02, 2016 at 6:30 AM by Alekai Evero

Azrael

Only Fools Walk Where Angels Fear To Tread


He manages something of a sigh, one hand lifting to pinch the bridge of his nose. Must he always get the difficult ones? Was no one simply capable of agreeing with his words, accepting his warning and letting him be on his way? The council would want a report on this witch and her store- they would want to know what she was selling and to who, what the chances of her turning any humans were and thus how much of a threat she was. Azrael was, perhaps, one of the more relaxed Hunters in this area at least. He was willing to warn her if nothing else, give her an opportunity to tidy up a little before someone less inclined to give her a chance turned up. Was she to entirely stupid to see he was affording her a life line against his better judgement and the very policy of the council itself? If she wasn’t selling any real magic to humans then she was hardly as much of a threat as most of the council believed- she didn’t need to die and yet she evidently seemed determined to commit herself to it all the same. Azrael attempting once more to prevent his temper getting the better of him. Overly sarcastic witches were truly not what he desired to deal with today.

“I am well aware you did not get to be a witch by birth, it is the very notion you might seduce some human to the dark side that is the issue.”

He mutters the words, leaning back against the nearest table, eyeing her books with disdain all the same. He remains tense, despite his laconic appearance, entirely alert. He has not survived this long by merely being complacent in the company of supernaturals. Golden eyes lift upward as the woman’s speaks once more, her sentence faltering and deliberately so, as if she means to goad him into some sort of response and yet she is far closer to the mark then he truly likes. For half a moment Azrael very near believes that she may be…aware of more then he had anticipated, his relationship with Sera, in whatever capacity that was defined, was decidedly secretive and he intended to keep it that way. Having the council made aware of it would be….unfortunate from near every angle. The woman shifts, moving suddenly, her hand pressing against his chest as near every nerve in his body seems to fire all at once with utter….disgust at being touched by her. A desire to obliterate her clawing within him with such potent force it takes near all his energy to prevent himself lashing out at her. He so dislikes them….touching him. Any of them and yet the words she flings towards him are perhaps far more correct then she truly realizes. He always hesitated with Witches, always, he was doing it this very moment- the question within her words seeing him clamp his jaw shut with a near audible force. He so loathes direct questions. Perhaps he cannot lie….but he cannot be made to talk either. Though silence is, unfortunately, so often an answer all its own.

“Can you get your goddamn hand off me?”

He shoves her arm away as he stands once more, eyes narrowed darkly upon her now, his agitation at her far more inclined to outright fury in the wake of her words and the very fact she still seemed so overly determined to irritate him. The final line of his patience so unfortunately trodden upon as she makes light of his final warning.

“You are not listening.”

His affinity lashes towards her with more force then he perhaps truly intended to use it. Maybe he was not capable of killing her, at least not just yet- but it hardly meant he was simply going to allow her to attempt to undermine his authority either. He moves to ensnare her within the grasp of his gravity power, launching her upward, pinning the woman entirely to the roof above him and holding her there. He manages a somewhat irritable snort, attempting to gain control of his temper once more, one hand running through his hair as he continues to ignore the witch pinned upon her own roof for several moments before he rather abruptly seats himself upon her table, pulling a Pottery Barn catalogue onto his lap- before beginning to read it.

“You can come the fuck down when you’re ready to stop being a smart-ass.”

He returns to perusing the catalogue, flicking another page before one hand twists ever so slightly until the woman hangs upside down.

“Don’t pass out on me. Was that a sorry I hear? No? Very well. Stay there then.”

Something of a simper manages to brush across his lips.





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