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

i've got the stuff to prove that only the strong survive


Posted on December 14, 2019 by ASKAREE
East

askaree


What should have been a simple, relatively-quick errand, was quickly devolving into somewhat of a thing thanks to the three fuckwits and their half-assed attempt at a heist, and the evidence was a veritable hatchet slicing an ever-deepening line betwixt two perfectly manicured brows. Askaree stood, hands raised barely above shoulder level, eyeballing the trio in an almost idle fashion in the moments before the gent who was (presumably) the head of this budding criminal enterprise turned his attention, and his firearm, towards her.

"Hit the floor, sweetheart." The Egyptian woman's eyes narrow, an insidiously impish grin tugging at the brims of her lips as she responds with a single word. "No." Mr. Ocean seems confused, a duo of bushy eyebrows perched on a steadily-beading forehead come together in consternation before words once again find his tongue. "What did you say, bitch?" The simper broadens upon the pouty cushions of her lips as she inclines herself ever so slightly towards him. "Sorry, it's probably my accent. What I said, darling, is that there is no fucking way I'm going to risk exposure to whatever strain of the plague is growing on this floor. SO, I can either get up against the wall or you can get the hell out of my face and I'll be on my merry way. Understood?" She fixes him a toothy, charade of a grin- a farce in every way that it could have been, the fallacy of its kindness not daring to reach the glistening honey of her eyes. It is a small mercy, of sorts, that she offers to him... but only this once and even this was soon to expire. If there was even a shard of wisdom hidden somewhere in that menagerie of grey slop that was sloshing about between his ears he would take the young woman at her word.

"Listen here...,", he snarls, pressing the cool metal circle of the gun's business end into the dip of Askaree's clavicle. Well, fuck. The woman herself knows not if the sigh she intends actually does whistle from her lips or if it remains solely an intention for it may very well have been forfeited to the swift calamity that follows. In a single, sweeping motion does Askaree's hand rise to coil about the lengthy, slender barrel of the rifle pressed to her caramel flesh only to, with equal swiftness, use her leverage to ram the heel of the gun straight into the aggitated stranger's nose. He collapses immediately, hand's pressed to a face that already bore the glistening streaks of blood freshly drawn. That's what he was fucking due for not knowing how to properly hold a rifle. The Egyptian woman maintains her hold upon the smooth barrel of the rifle, the barest touch of her affinity seeing the weapon's remaining parts disassemble and clatter to the floor at her feet. Discarding the last parcel unto the writhing form of their companion, she turns to the remaining duo with the very same poisonous simper tugging at the edges of her lips. "The wall it is then, yes?"

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