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

Serafina Dubois

And Isn't It Ironic. Don't You Think?


Posted on March 27, 2022 by Gideon Reynard
East




Rain never bothered him. If anything it was a good way to cleanse the soul... Though how does it cleanse the soul so tarnished as his? Once a killer, always a killer. It's why he never really grew attached to anyone or bothered to really befriend. Business was a different subject entirely.
Gideon strolled around, wearing a gray long coat, long sleeved and parted down the center at his torso. The hood was quite odd, as it covered a good portion of his upper face. The main design, though he drew some inspiration from certain... Characters? No matter.
His pants were a rather dark black; Jet Black if you will. The material wasn't really something you'd see used in this day and age. Leather but not the kind that was rubbery sounding. This was old school, tanned and treated leather. Reduced the sound made by the legs. His dark brown boots that hugged up to his calves were the same material.
He strode around like this, and no one even stopped to feel suspicious or anything. Hell, to most people this was a rather normal thing to see.

It was perfect though. He seemed to blend in with his surroundings though; The gray skies, rain plummeting down and the sun unable to pierce the thick rain clouds.A slight grin crossed his face. How proud he felt. Never lost his touch either.Then again, one who was put through the hell he was never really unlearns their Assassin training.
Weaving his way around folks bustling in the street with umbrellas, this was not Gideon's favorite part of Sacrosanct to be on in truth. Dark Hunters.
Something about them just never really set well with him. Didn't help that all the things he heard eavesdropping were less than appealing; Beings you wanted to steer clear of. And he'd make it a point to do so, and never deal with one if it came down to it...
"Pfft... Ironic."
He thought that as he remembers his one run in with that pest, Braxton Redfield. Trying to get him to go after a Dark Hunter months and months ago. Amazing the things you learn about people. He wasn't about to touch that one.

So here he was... Finally arriving at the Inner Sanctum. Throwing his hood off, and was hardly recognizable without his glasses. The Greek stole a table in the corner of the downstairs, and let out a deep sigh. A barista behind the bar looked in his direction. Gideon raised his index finger. He wanted to wait to order till his contact was here... Rather, the only person he was really okay having a connection with.

- King Slayer Reynard -
What The Dead Men Say, It's Just Between Us

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