East

The east side of the city is the very heart of Sacrosanct - it's unique skyline is a clash between modern sky rises and small Victorian-inspired 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. It's here that magic thrives, it hums in every stone and can be felt in every breath. Often, newcomers to the city may become overwhelmed by such sensations but, eventually, it becomes an ever-present feeling that's hardly noticed.

What You'll Find Here

City Creek Center
Dark Hunter Department
Inner Sanctum
Red on the Water
Starlight Tower

Flashing Lights


Posted on November 25, 2017 by Killian
East




The swirl of emotions came back to Killian. You could say, it had been a long time since he had engaged in a conversation with two complete strangers. For a moment, he felt his head spin and he would be forced to put his hand upon his head.
A slight twinge of dizziness would fall upon him, but it wouldn't last long. It was just a brief feeling, which he was glad for.
The last place he needed to be passing out in was a pub.
He removed his hand from his head, and took a sip of his Old Fashion. The perfume, the flavor and the smoothness were all he had expected from the drink.
Though it was a tad bit weaker than the usual Irish whiskey and drinks he had drank, it still hit the spot.

Killian would replay the words Lazarus had said, and scoffed a little in amusement.
"No lad. I'm not one for takin' numbers. I'm a tad ol' fashion; I prefer meeting face to face."
He retorted smoothly, as he would take another sip of his drink.
Malia seemed happy with the drink she had gotten to choose. He remark on the strong drinks Lazarus and he were drinking made him chuckle loudly.
This was a common expression, especially with him being Irish. The age old question was even asked to him once in a while.
The "How can you drink that strong stuff" one, or the "Doesn't the smell just turn you away" question.

He chuckled once again, but to himself as he would move his glass and hear the ice make contact with the surface of the glass.
"Well, I just happen to have a knack for drinkin' strong liquor. It's in me blood after all."
He commented as he smiled cheerfully, and a small sense of pride washing over him.
Anyone could see, that Killian was a man who took great pride in who he was.
After he had said his words to Malia, there was still the matter to Lazarus.
He was still confused by him, as well as his presence and motive.

"You know lad... You're a curious thing. But you're pretty abrasive â€" Or as the common phrase goes; You're much like a rose. Good to look at, but not to touch."
Killian would smirk a little and take another sip out of his glass.
He may not of wanted to stoop the level of Lazarus, but he could play the game of wits better than most could. After all, Irishmen were known for this and their attitude. But he wasn't about to show the fire just yet.

The Call Home ... The Tune In Our Hearts
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