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

you can't raise hell with a saint


Posted on August 22, 2020 by ASKAREE
East

A S K A R E E

BABY, DROP THEM BONES
SELL THAT SOUL



"Both," she responds simply, offering naught by way of mitigation at least for the moment. Weren't they all just passing through? The Egyptian woman regards the man at her side as they fall into step with one another, her manner entirely unabashed and bereft even the barest measure of apology or restraint for the heft of her probing gaze. The greaser, on the other hand, appeared to be deliberately withholding his gaze from her in a manner much akin to a pubescent boy averting his eyes from one of the racier scenes of a rated-R flick; something he knew he should not see, something lascivious and unclean, but god was it tempting to chance even the smallest peek. But wasn't she lascivious? Wasn't she unclean? She sensed the telltale tickle of a chortle bubbling up within her throat... of course she was.

"Here," she quips with a nod in the direction of a quaint Irish pub, Red on the Water. The Egyptian woman had passed this particular jaunty novelty a generous handful of times whilst about on one seedy errand or another. Owned by a pair of vampires, or so she had heard, and far more grandiose a place than Askaree ever would have chosen were she alone (and spending her own money, let's be honest). She much preferred the visceral guts and grime of the lower Westside peddlers and their establishments that were, from the state of things, merrily gliding along well below the health department's radar. However, curiosity slithered about within her in an undeniably persistent way that she was entirely unwilling to leave un-entertained. After all, they were on Gearhead's dime...


The pair slide lazily into an admittedly cozy corner booth, Askaree making short work of her order- a generous tumbler of Jameson (when in Rome... drink all their fucking booze) and whatever delectably irresistible finger food was recommended for an appetizer. A satiated purr rumbles from within the caramel-skinned woman as she draws a gratifying sip before regarding her impromptu companion yet again. "So, why don't you cut the bullshit and ask me that thing you really, really want to ask me?"

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