North

Within the Northern vicinity of the city, the wealthy gather behind meticulously trimmed hedges and high-class architecture. The pristine streets are paved with stone and the storefronts are brightly lit and inviting - for the right clientele. In the North, every establishment is eager to cater to the rich and the wealthy. Many such places are used to the sometimes peculiar requests of the otherworldly but here there is little that money cannot buy - whether it happens to be illegal or merely involves looking the other way. Vampires and Dark Hunters are often found upon these Northern streets, their long lives often contributing to their sizable wealth which allows them the luxuries that the North provides.

What You'll Find Here

Eternity
The VooDoo Room
The Witchery

Her words are spiderwebs inside my head


Posted on February 02, 2021 by Spencer Lombardo
North


I don't think I'll make it out alive
see the devil living in those eyes


Would satisfaction bring him back? That question hardly seemed relevant considering he doubted he would find anything remotely satisfying about this situation, except perhaps... Actually no, no there was no exception. There was nothing satisfactory to gain from this situation. If they wanted to base this interaction around satisfaction, then there was none to be had and none to be gained by either party it seemed. But change the question - Did this proverbial 'cat' learn something? Did they gain something? Now you have a different answer, maybe one that our short tempered Egyptian may not like the answer to. He may not have all the answers, may lack the esoteric knowledge of someone wiser in all things Askaree, but he may have chipped just a little bit at the veneer of her.

Spencer caught the way her eyes flicked to his hand, the look of absolute fury barely contained within them, pulling his arm away to relative safety. He could try to say something more but it seemed like words would do little good here even if he was skilled enough with empathy to use them. Using empathy here and now with her while she was cloaked in her anger, using that to mask her desperation, seemed a worthless and unwelcome effort even should Spencer be able to display it adequately. No, he could tell by the little signs in her body language she was in no condition to listen, to hear anything but what she wanted. So then joy to him for being the bearer of the news she hated. Now he simply had no other option than to handle the fall out.

And here it comes.

He leaned his face back as she hauled him forward by his shirt, one hand clutching her wrist tightly though it did not try to pry her off. Spencer half expected her to turn there and then and finish what she always threatened. Despite pulling his face back - an instinctive measure where sharp canines may be involved - he did not shy from meeting or holding her gaze. As she hissed at him, Spencer was unable to stop the curl of his lip, a semblance of his own snarl. "If you think me a liar then what does it matter?" He snapped, unwilling to be her punching bag when he had simply told the truth, albeit kinder than maybe she deserved. Truly, what would she prefer him to say? That there was nothing left to save? That the body was barely more than a husk? No, he would not play at god so that she could pretend. If she were truly so desperate, Askaree would be better finding herself a necromancer. Perhaps a better person may think to bite their tongue, let her lash her obviously stunted emotions out, be understanding. Spencer was not that person though. He may lose his tongue for it but to hell with it all. She had made a habit - partially due to his own inaction - of stomping all over him and he was finding he was growing to tire of it.

It seemed that their face off was not to be as an unfamiliar voice needed her attention, Spencer's eyes flicking to glance over his shoulder. It had been hard to hear, what with the tension deafening the room, but he had caught the barest whiff of it. Releasing his hold on her wrist, Spencer made to extract himself from her hold and shift a few steps back, the illusion of privacy but not quite leaving. At least, not unless she told him to (whether it was through words or actions, he did not know).



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