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

City Creek Center

The City Creek Center is an upscale open-air shopping center centered in the heart of downtown Sacrosanct. With its numerous fountains, foliage-lined walkways, and bubbling streams, City Creek Center offers three blocks of chic boutiques, delicious dining, and the newest showrooms.

Dark Hunter Department

The City of Sacrosanct's Dark Hunter Department's primary concern is the safety of all of Sacrosanct's residences. Their public safety responsibilities include code enforcement and supernatural crime prevention. The Sacrosanct Dark Hunter's Department follows the directions of the International Dark Hunter Council and serves as a local point of contact for any Dark Hunters working within the Council's ranks.

Inner Sanctum

The Inner Sanctum is an independently's owned specialty coffee company and cafe with a singular focus: quality. A hidden gem on the side streets of the busy downtown, the Inner Sanctum source's the world's finest beans and local treats. From it's delectable pastries to the exquisite latte art, the Inner Sanctum is dedicated to both its craft and the customer's experience. With beans roasted in house and every cup prepared by the best baristas, you will never be disappointed at the Inner Sanctum.

Owner Alexander Macedonia

Assistant Manager Calliel Alosi
Barista Alexis Wilde

Red on the Water

Nestled in a pleasant alcove that is but a stone's throw away from the dazzling labyrinth of downtown, Red on the Water is a spectacle in its own right. Renovated in the style of a classic Irish pub with a dash of modern flair befitting the city that boasts it, this up-and-coming venue is the perfect place to snag an impeccably prepared home-cooked meal and enjoy the city's most impressive collection of brews from Ireland and beyond. You and your guests are sure to be mesmerized and invigorated by the energetic offerings of the live Celtic band to be found here every weekend.
Home of: Elysium

Owner Isolt Griffin

Co-Owner Damon Marcello
Waitress Yumi Chizue

Starlight Tower

With one hundred floors and a 125-foot spire, the Starlight Tower rises high above the Sacrosanct skyline. More than just a landmark, the Starlight Tower offers a unique mix of restaurants, shops, and offices spaced throughout the building. Organized into nine verticle zones, each of which features a sky lobby and a light-filled garden atrium which merge the upscale interior with a faux landscaped exterior setting.

What You'll Find Here

Crash Choir Records
Pentagram
Ellington Enterprise

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Posted on December 26, 2020 by Rixon Leifsson
East

frost.

frozen down to the core



There was a perfectly sinful sweetness about that sugar. Alexander's cafe always had the best. Frost was certain. After all, he had pilfered the sugar jars of far more then merely one cafe within the expense of the city. The Inner Sanctum used real sugar too. In perfectly bite sized cubes. None of the artificial sweetener nonsense or that sugar that came in those long thin packets you were required to tear opn and tip. No. Alexander's cafe had the epitome of sugar and truly Frost was assured the age-old Macedonian knew it. Perhaps that was why he often strove so diligently to defend it from his rouge equine companion. That sweet sugar had no sooner begun to melt upon his tongue then the young woman across from him proceeded to grasp the sugar jar and hold it upward and toward him- willingly offering it. As if she was trying to be helpful. The momentary alarm that crossed Frost's otherwise near emotionless features was surely nothing short of poignet before he reached forward to all but snatch it from her before hurrying into the chair opposite her. It was hardly his seat and yet at the risk of drawing Alexander's attention it was, perhaps, far wiser to merely attempt to blend in with the cafe rather then stand out. Frost's voice was near sharp, if not mildly exasperated, as he chastised his unfortunate companion for her actions. Holding up that sugar jar akin to a crime, or so it seemed. Frost insisted that Alexander was....temperamental about the sugar. The young woman seemed to consider his words for several moments, the surprise upon her youthful features shifting into a look more contemplative as she queried why Frost simply did not fire Alexander.

Frost reached for yet another piece of sugar, slipping it between his lips in clear delight- or as delight as Frost ever looked about anything (which really is not very delighted his face barely moves). His composure returned once more the snowy-haired man so appeared almost pensive over the question posed to him. His violet gaze shifted a final time to eye Alexander as he served another customer in his usual efficient demeanor. Frost's eyes returned to his new companion then, his shoulders lifting in a near casual shrug as if feigning nonchalance over the entire affair. His voice, when it came was even, if not almost disinterested once more.

"He is a good worker. I can overlook his over-reactions to sugar based on the rest of his performance. You keep a racehorse that wins races regardless of his temperament, no?"

That equine analogy would, surely, be rather lost upon the woman and yet Frost offered it all the same. Perhaps it would be better to steer her away from the matter of sugar entirely though. The sugar cube had all but dissolved upon the equines tongue before he spoke again. Frost, this time, redirecting that conversation towards the woman alone. After all, he hadn't seen or scented her here before. Perhaps she was...new to the city itself. Frost, despite himself, was hardly able to deny his curiosity in just what sort of a woman so boldly took someone else's seat. Her admittance that she was, indeed, new in some respects was hardly surprising. The woman elaborated further to mention Milsteads on 34th, the cafe her brother and herself had apparently frequented before having decided to try the Inner Sanctum. She had been impressed by the tea, or at least, what she had managed to try of it. Frost's gaze moved to follow her own towards the place her shattered cup had been only moments ago before returning to her.

"Milstead's is rubbish. The tea is alright but the food is no good. The carrot cake, in the least, they make a few days earlier and just freeze to try and keep it fresh. I can tell though."

Frost's eyes narrowed ever so slightly at the notion of this apparent attempt by a cafe to fool him. Him. As if he wouldn't know. A soft snort erupted gently from his nose as he reached for yet another sugar cube. The young man clearly intended to eat that entire jar if allowed. His awareness of just where Alexander was at all times hardly faulted and yet he allowed one of his affinities to reach silently for the nearest passing waitress all the same. That taint of power distinctly subtle and yet the vast majority of the waitresses here were nothing short of used to Frost in every fashion. His companions' sudden query on whether or not it was always this busy seemed to prompt a momentary silence in the Were once more. That sugar rolled about on his tongue. Hmmm. Very sweet. Excellent.

"Before nine is busy, midday and one is busy and after five is busy. You need to come in between those times. It's quieter then- and people don't take you seat."

One singular eye rose pointedly upward. Frost content to meet his companions' gaze boldly once more. Oh, he had hardly forgotten her original crime. Nor would he forget.

"Is your brother like you then?"

That sudden question was bold, direct and uttered in that same distinctly frosted tone the equine so seemed to offer the majority of people. That look of confusion upon the young woman's face prompting him to expand that question with a singular word. Frost, after all, was so hardly celebrated for his conversational skills.

"Human."
Any chance the young woman might have had to answer however was interrupted by the sudden appearance of a waitress with a replacement cup of tea for the one Emerance had lost. That tea, however, was placed directly down in front of Frost. The young waitress appeared almost flustered in serving the snowy-haired man. She always had been a little...anxious about this one. Frost's speaking to her telepathically so often seemed to fluster her all the more- such a thing was one of the very reasons the equine did it. Along with the added bonus of catching his new companion off guard with that seemingly silent order. Alexander had warned him several times over not to toy with his staff. Is it how you wanted it, Mr Frost?" The young woman glanced nervously towards him as if waiting for some kind of verdict.

"The tea is actually for my companion."

Frost nodded toward Emerance then before he picked up the tea spoon resting upon the saucer only to idly stir it.

"-but she took my chair. So i might keep her tea."

The waitress glanced near nervously between the pair as if unable to decide just how she was supposed to respond. Frost unnerved her. He always had. His lack of emotion was.....obscure. His voice was far too cold. Was he joking or was he angry at the woman sitting across from him? How she hardly knew! "Ummm, alright. Well just....let me know if you need anything else." The young waitress hurried away leaving Frost to silently continue to stir his tea. Or was it Emerances tea? How debatable.



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