M (Fallen shrine jp) My how the Foxy have fallen.

Location: Tortuga markets.
Name: Olyv Dicentra
Ship: fallen shrine

The market place was always too loud and crowded, plenty of shiny things and people. There was no mistake, long red curles bounced too and fro as Olyv's freckled visage looked toward the shop she knew all too well. Trying to focus on the job was getting tiresome. But meeting her good friend Lys, meant she could have all the fun she wanted to later. Throwing the door to the small scrap shop Olyv smiled brightly yelling out,"fahxy! you absahlute betch 'ow 'ave you been? is yooehr family alright, are you doin well? 'ows de shahp? any new bahys? ahr girls? joehst naht me bahy....dat wooehld be a shame...fahr you...any way..'ow are ya!?"

Lysandra looked up from the oil slick, parts strewn work table where she was working. The magnification goggles she wore made her eyes seems ten times larger than what they actually were. Her face scrunched as she did her absolute best to make out who it was. When recognition finally came she slid the goggles up and smirked with all the grease stains on her arms and face.

"Well look what the fox dragged in. About time you came by to pay your bills." She fixed Olyv with a withering glare. "I hope you have it in full this time or I'm afraid I'll have to take "Ole' Git" to those slender little knee caps of yours". Ole' Git hung behind her on a peg, a massive eighteen inch pipe wrench made of cast iron.

Olyv's shoulders slumpted looking at the googly eyed fox girl. Chuckling nervously for a moment, rubbing her hands together."yeah, well...abooeht dat... does brengin you wahrk cooehnt? i mean...you can poeht dat ahn me tab? look, fahxy jahkes aside. drake and i are ahn a shep now...and we cooehld use sahmeone like you..im sure it'll pay pretty good. boeht it wooehld get you ahff dis rahck." She chuckled nervously making a slight bleating noise before her cheeks ran flush.

Lysandra cackled like the fox she was modeled after. "Still bleat when your nervous?" She snorted and got up from her table just to lean on the product counter near the door.

"So your on a ship these days? Well that explains why trying to get my pay from you has been a pain." She sighed and placed her hands on her not inconsiderale hips. "And what exactly is it you want me doing on this ship considering I even entertain the idea."

Olyv huffed slightly at the Fox's comment. Before cocking a hip and crossing her arms. Knowing the woman was a wiz of a tinkerer. And had a penchant for working in an armory, but never had the chance."yeah yeah,laoehgh it oehp while you can..now ignahrin you bein a shet. what is one din you 'ave always wanted to do, dat you lahve almahst as moehch as wahrkin ahn dahse ahld trains? wance you fend de answer ill tell you. you know dere arent many people i troehst fahxy, me man is ahn de shep. i want to make sure 'e combs back to me, no matter what."

Lysandra raised an eyebrow at the deermods question. "What I love almost as much as trains?" She rolled the question over her tongue for a while before she answered. "Guns, armor. I'm a tinkerer so all of that is also a passion of mine. What are you getting at Olyv?" Her tails flicked with mild annoyance at the beating around the bush.

Lysandra had one of her weird feelings and it was more like than not Olyv was about to hit her with something she couldn't turn down.

The Deermod smirked playfully, her big doe eyes narrowing partially. letting the moment hang in the air just enough before sighing with an exaggerated tone."fahn... fahn... dahn't gahss, y'know? sum-times y'arnt any fahn at all. Ah've a job offer fer a dahn' good armorer, aboord a ship wit' yer own spahce on an auld ship, so y'd have plinty t'do ootside o' weapon maintenince an' repair. we've been trav'lin' all ower the NDC an' UNS spahce. y'can come see the galaxy, wha'ever that's worth." Her hip cocked out to one side, whilst she played with a random wrench on the table, tossing it in the air and catching it again and again, not able to keep her hands idle for long.

Lysandra cocked out her own hip as she approached Olyv and caught the wrench mid air. "So let me see if I understand you correctly. You want me to come with you...and I suppose Drake and whatever crew you've cobbled together." She paused a moment to emphasis.

"And trapse around the galaxy to doing god knows what, God knows where fixing tools, weapons, armor etcetera." She let the words hang in the air for a moment with a hard glare fixed on Olyv. "Is the pay good?"

Olyv smirked again, tossing the same wrench in the air, flipping it faster and faster as she did so."Naw cobbled t'gether, we 'ave two engineers, we 'ave boobies, who handles de tech, Me drake who's de muscle...mmm, den we 'ave de Doctor who's kinda a grump, but 'e takes care o' de crew. De captain 'erself is a fiery fox girl. More so a fox girl loik me t'ough". Her gold eyes falling back to Lysandra."So wot do ya say foxy? As far de pay, I'm usually niver left wantin', enough t'cover me wants 'n needs, course I take dose meself." she giggled for a moment, stifling a smal bleat at her own joke.

Lysandra stood there and thought for a long while, she even turned and went back to her table to ponder a minute. "Fine. If it gets me off this rock and puts some decent money in my pocket book then I'm game."

She stood and grabbed Ole' Git down from its holy hanging and put it over her shoulder. "Just for reassurance" She snorted. "HEY FRANK-EH! SHOPS YOURS DONT DESTROY IT OR ILL HAVE MY NEW BOSS DESTROY YOU" She yelled at someone deeper in the shop who only replied with "Hurry up and fuck off then!"
Lys also picked up a red took box that held in effect all of her personal belongings and stood by the door. "Alright then, shall we?"