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The bottom of Porta Denia contains mostly sharp, rocky stalactites and roots of the mother casimir tree. However, if one looks hard enough, there is a hole about the size of an average airship hidden amongst a particularly thick set of roots and a deep part of the islet's earth. Should an airship successfully make it through, one can attempt to gain access to the Morning Star Cove.

The Cove houses a small and rather quaint bar made of wood and earth, roots framing the building and peeking through the ceiling in some places. The outside contains a wood port, held up by the casimir tree's roots. It's a popular spot for the more enigmatic and neutral airship captains and, perhaps most importantly, run by and for demons. In general, all non-humans are accepted, but demons especially so. If you simply look at the cove's name, you'd see why. While the Morning Star Cove houses a great bar -some of the strongest drinks in Porta Denia are served here- and the food isn't too bad, the place serves a second purpose: it's home to the Denizens of Dis, a ragtag group of bounty hunters and/or freelancers, all having a single thing in common: the Gaian world rejects them, and the very city their group is named after will not accept them.

It is here where Penniper Alba-Almasy makes herself at home, if only for the time being. She sits on the wooden dock, drinking a Maltese Cherry (a mix of tequila with a bit of bourbon) from a plastic red cup, her daitou sitting beside her. She's not worried that anyone will take it; there is such thing as honor among thieves, and messing with someone of actual Hell heritage usually does not end well. She is again rather somber-looking. Although Penn has a crewmate, he is... what was it? Ah yes, he's asleep. She began to mumble, fumbling with something in her other hand.



As with many prideful people, they were usually prideful to hide a broken heart. The hand that held her now empty cup crushed the plastic and threw it off the island. It hit a few roots before flying off, down to the world below and disappearing. Her other hand revealed a locket, made of gold with ornate silver decorations and a matching silver chain.

"Arriving to point destination in four point five minutes." The pleasant but robotic voice woke Meushi with a start. "WHODAWHATDAUNDERWEAR?!" She jerked her large alien head about and then pulled her goggles off her eyes to look at her monitor. The blinking light on it told her she was close to where she wanted to be. She could also see the large Denia tree before her which showed she was about to arrive on the island. "NAPS DEFY TIME TRAVEL MUAHAHAHAH!!!"

Jumping up from her spot she rubbed her alien hands together and began to gather her goodies. She never had a rhythm or rhyme when she came to this island, but she did always tend to start from the bottom up. As she arrived near the base she remembered the Morning Star Cove and a frown appeared on her beak. "Oh..right...I have to drop off...THAT thing."

She pouted and kicked a box away from her. While the bar was a place for non-humans and herself was indeed a zurg, she did not like going there. Most of the time it had either blood thirsty creatures ranting about how they would destroy all humans or whiny little babies crying about how no one will ever expect them. There were a few that would be alright but for the most part she didn't enjoy the place. "Ah spit..." She took control of her ship and began to fly it towards the entrance of the cove. It didn't take long for her to arrive but she reaaaally didn't want to do this.

She sighed once more and wove in and out of the roots and rocks and found herself docked up beside the place. She glared at the place and them humped to herself. "Well...better get this over with..." She turned to the back of her ship and grabbed the package she was asked to get. "I hate my life! I hate this place and it smells like old dirty socks...who want's to go to a place that smells like old dirty socks? NO ONE! That's who..." She grumbled as she hopped on to the dock and began heading towards the bar. A few ships were here and there but the place looked fairly empty. 'Maybe this will be nice and easy.' She thought to herself.

'And maybe Monkeys will fly out of my beak!' She grumbled. Cause she was a zurg, she always got the "Hey! You're an alien, you shouldn't be here. This here place is for creatures of GAIA!" talk. She rolled her eyes from the memory of last time coming. Some fire demon had cornered her, breathing hot stinky coal breath all over her. Meushi wasn't a tough girl but she hated people getting in her face. A nice glass of water actually helped her out that time. She frown. "Just drop it off and go...drop it off and GO." She walked into the bar, hoping for the best. "Bar Keep?"

Sinsario turned his head to where he heard Penn call out to him and pushed himself from the wall. “What did you say!? Peh-he-he-heeeenn!? Are you still there? Because I wanted to ask if we could find some new clothes for me...seeing as this is all I have.” He decided to step outside at last, still unsure of the Cove. ‘Yeah, yeah, she said it was non-humans only, but I’m still not sure I count’ he thought to himself while leaning over the edge of the Charon ‘Do I…do I not…do I…do I not...’

Deciding that it’d be far more interesting to do actually do something, he hopped off the Charon and headed toward the Morning Star Cove; passing through the door he thought for a second what would happen if a band of crazy demon ninjas attacked him what would he do the-“Oh! Penn! Did you hear what I said?”

At first he frowns because of the green woman…alien thing… then his frown grows when she mentions his boxers. The frown reaches its peak when he looks down and sure enough, he forgot his pants. “Oh ffrrfffkkkfirfjj!!Gah!” With a turn of his heels he ran out of the bar and back into the Charon. Usually he’s fine with nudity, but not in front of say…demons. He quickly snatches his pants and makes sure that they’re actually on before quickly walking back to the bar. “No use in pretending I still have dignity.”

Well, he’s never going to recover from that one. “Ah…no thank you ma’am…thanks for the offer?” He turned to Penn but only stared at the floor “Sorry about that, where has my mind gone? “ He shook his head “Alright, a mall? Sure, sure, sure, that sounds alright, seeing as my old clothes were destroyed.” Every time he spoke his voice got lower and lower; then thought ‘Note to self, never step inside here again? No, this is a bar they’ve probably seen worse, and I’ve done worse…’ He kept his eyes focused on a spot on the floor waiting for the embarrassment to subside.

He wondered for a second about who the boys are, except it’s best to leave the captain’s personal life alone and all. Turning toward the door after Penn, he caught a glimpse of the angel at the piano and gave a quick wink, despite knowing that the second he leaves everyone will probably howl with laughter.
“To the mall!” he said a little too enthusiastically once he got back on the ship. “I hope I have enough gold for one outfit at least…might have to look at…sales? I haven’t actually gone shopping in years, hahaha!”

Hearing someone shout “Try Fong's Noodle's! They're the best!!” he looked around for the owner of the voice, it turned out to just be the alien girl, he laughed and shouted back “Well what does that have to do with anything? Hahaha!"T he alien girl was already getting back to her own ship which looked…awkward. Sinsario had to hold his mouth while he burst out laughing like an immature child. It was just so funny!

After calming down he said under his breath “Whoever this Fong is, he probably doesn’t have humans on the menu” while picking at his ear cartilage. He hasn’t eaten human since he decided to join the lawful side of things for his vacation, and although his vacation was barged into and over, he’s stuck with the good guys. For him he can eat just about anything, but all pale in comparison to a zombie’s need of human. Maybe he should start a zombie movement in Denia for better food options. ‘Though, I dunno how many free will zombies like myself would ever come up here. A one man movement won’t work. Aahhh-haaaaahh-ugh! I’m so hungry…’ he whined to himself.

“Yeah…I’m sure this Fong will happily just throw a meat cleaver at one of his customers and serve them to me, just because I asked him to.” Despite the sarcasm, the thought of throwing a meat cleaver at someone excited him. “Let’s...let’s just go, I just gave myself a nice visual and now I’m hungrier.”