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

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 Marcello

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

about the joker and the thief in the night


Posted on April 20, 2016 by Rixon Leifsson
East
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There is some flicker of amusement somewhere within the white-haired equine at her continued assurance that Aiden was 'amazing'. This little fae girl could hardly have been around long and yet she seemed deeply entangled in whatever web of lustful design her supposed boyfriend had created. It would make his task perhaps a little more difficult and yet it always was more amusing to pick apart something a little more complex in design, it only made the result all the more entertaining. For now however, Frost is merely inclined to simply agree with the woman and her delusions in regards to the apparent strength of her relationship, head merely nodding in acceptance before murmuring his agreement. To say he knew Aiden well was perhaps something of a fabrication and yet he knew enough of the man to dislike him sufficiently. Hmm, if only Samantha better understood such feelings. His thoughts are further distracted by the subsequent appearance of the other fae woman seeking instructions for her performance, the relaxed, easy manner he had only just managed to coax from his target rapidly beginning to disappear in the wake of the employee that so seemed to tangle her nerves. A fae afraid of a fae was perhaps one of the rarer occurrences of the world. Fae, to his knowledge, were often as Were and yet lacked the need to constantly stake territory. More often then not they were drawn to their own kind in the same manner and yet seemed to blend more readily with each other than any Were pack did. Sam however, seemed distinctly displeased at the physical presence of the Fae girl herself, let alone the rather acidic words she offered, Frost seeking to merely coax back the woman's more trusting nature in the moments that followed, teasing her lightly if only to bring back the smile from before.

She was a pretty thing, truly, not so classic in her beauty as Nadya and yet there was a distinct delicacy to her all the same. The allure Aiden felt for such a woman was surely understandable. It was merely unfortunate she was so...gullible. He sets off after the fae employee with relative ease, assured little Samantha would follow along behind. Perhaps he had known the woman only a half hour or so and yet within that time the stallion had already deduced that the girl, for the most part, was submissive by nature, trusting and decidedly inclined to align herself with those she believed held her best interests at heart. It was almost too easy, truly, hardly a difficult task to destabilize such a creature as this. It takes barely a whisper of his own powers to send the disgruntled employee from before tumbling head first into a basket of costumes, the other girls running to her aid seeming to have the desired effect on the fae beside him, Samantha struggling to hold back her laughter as his own lip momentarily quirked upward in a façade of his own amusement.

The girls admittance that she is an empath, however, sees the slightest taint of surprise touch the stallion. It explained, to some extent, the thoughts that he had pilfered from her mind before, her confusion at being unable to find such emotions upon him, her unease at being unable to read him. Such thoughts made far more sense and yet perhaps it is fortunate that, for whatever reason, his emotion (what little of it exists) remains wholly unreachable by the woman. Had she been able to read him so entirely then his little game would surely unravel quickly. This information however, is merely stored away for later, the man far more intrigued by the explanation she offers in regards to her fear of her own kind. He knew little of the fae and how they were made. Each species held it's secrets he is assured, the process of turning human to fae a ritual no fae had ever taken the time to explain to him and in truth he cared little to hear of it. Ritualistic killings, in any form, offered little intrigue to the man- at least until now. Samantha offers little by way of explanation, her thoughts however, offer perhaps a little more. They are fragmented to him, broken, snapshots more then true thoughts of an incident she hardly cared to remember and yet something far less then pleasant within the young man seizes readily onto this weakness she displays like an open wound. His features shift easily into a look of concern, a sigh drawn from his lips as one hand reaches up to run fingers through the snow of his hair as if he seems troubled by such information, as if he seems undecided as to whether to speak the words on his mind.

"Samantha...."

He pauses once more, truly as if such information is troubling to him on some great scale. For a creature whom offers little more than indifference in near every situation he is a decidedly decent actor when he should choose to be. If Samantha feared the process that turned her Fae he suspected she had little to do with the Fae since, her lack of knowledge on her own species as exploitable as her fear.

"Fae are like Were, they form packs in a fashion, there is a hierarchy. When the fae turn a human it is usually because they desire to have that human for their group. Thy are an immortal species as im sure you know, they are eternally patient and far more cunning then any other species- they do not like to....let go of the things they go to the effort of changing. I thought you knew about....well...I didn't realise you didn't understand."

He is decidedly vague in this moment, shifting his own weight in discomfort now as if trying to decide whether or not to share further information with her, allowing the girl to grow a little more nervous perhaps.

"There is a very large fae presence in this city, Sam, I thought you were merely a part of that, I thought you knew how many Fae were in your audience tonight. Fae have a different heat signature, if you will, I can see them and your audience tonight is filled with them."

He takes a simple moment to gesture past the curtain and towards the small section of crowd that can be seen, gesturing to one man, a woman, another woman, a younger girl, one after the other. These people do not truly exist, they are no more then a fabrication of his own illusion woven into the crowd and yet they hold the same feel as any fae would, the same appearance, no matter how close Sam should look.

"If the fae here are not your friends Sam then they may well be here for you. Do you understand that? They may well have been keeping an eye on you all this time, it is the way they are. The Ark that Aiden owns, it does a lot of business with the Fae, Sam, Aiden works closely with them, if they have told him about you, if they are looking for you....well...."

He lets himself trail off deliberately, his story nothing more then pure fabrication and yet the Ark had many rooms Sam had surely never seen, just as Aiden surely never openly discussed the Ark's business- all such things better used to twist her mind the way Frost desires it be twisted to suit his own nefarious needs. The mind was a truly amusing thing, it would escalate her own fears for her, see her question every being within the bar tonight, every action Aiden had every taken and every hidden room within that floating rust heap they called the Ark. The implication alone, for tonight, would surely be enough, perhaps Aiden was working with the fae, perhaps they were following her, perhaps her entire relationship was a scam desired to trap her. How unfortunate that should be.

"You could always ask Aiden about it directly but....it might be dangerous to bring it up with him while you are alone, or with his pack, it is better perhaps to simply keep your eyes open and be aware. I hope it is not true, perhaps it isn't, but...take care of yourself, alright?"

He himself is distinctly aware of the shadow that creeps behind him, visible to Sam alone, what appears to be a Fae man dressed in a dark hoody, slinks back behind the curtain- as if he has overheard there entire conversation. An illusion once more and yet why not make the girl just a little bit afraid of the dark?




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