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'm not afraid of dying, everyone has their time


Posted on March 10, 2020 by ASKAREE
East

askaree


"What... the... actual... fuck?"

The intensity and the darkness of her depthless brown eyes divert from the gun-wielding miscreants currently shuffling over a glistening field of shattered glass and towards the door of the shop that they likely now harbored no small measure of regret for entering and fall upon the greaser still splayed out on the floor. He speaks. One edge of her plump lips twitches with the suggestion of a simper as she eyes him for a long moment, a single perfectly-manicured brow pitching skyward. Could it be that there still existed a class of people, no matter how minute, that managed to maintain ignorance of the magic, the al-sahar, that coursed with such wanton vigor through the veins of those that existed around them? How did the tiny hairs upon the backs of their necks not rise to attention when they brushed past their gifted brethren? How could a person have their head so far up their own ass? Miraculous it was, truly.

A sputtering, grumbling curse steals her attention for but a moment, her eyes traversing a short line in the direction of Mr. Ocean who scrambles the remaining few paces out onto the street. Whatever parting sentiments might have skirted the razor curve of the Egyptian woman's tongue meet their demise before she can impart their venom, her head snapping back towards the man upon the floor. What sort of fucking rude question was that? Askaree's eyes narrow to slits for a moment before she issues her answer in a tone that is nothing if perfectly non-chalant and, obviously, dripping with the syrupy sweetness of moderate sarcasm. "Right now? Mildly annoyed." A knowing simper creases her caramel skin, for surely they both knew what he had truly meant by his query. But who was she to tarnish the pristine shimmer of his perfect little world of ignorance to all of the beasties that prowled about him at any given moment?

"Ine an al-waqqat al-lain!" It's about fucking time! The pearly whites of her teeth are nearly bared as the Egyptian wench turns her poisonous intent towards the shop's proprietor who, having surely spent the last few moments cowering in some dust-choked, unseen corner, appeared with the tattered leather satchel that had been the reason for this whole goddamn venture. She snatches it roughly from the grasp of the elder man, flinging it over one shoulder before (finally) making her own way past the mess of glass and disassembled firearm innards and towards the shattered front door. As if merely entertaining the whims of an afterthought does she offer the attractive greaser one last morsel of her attention. "You may want to get your ass up and out of here- unless you're intent on laying there until the cops come marching in."


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