11-08-2021, 01:29:28 AM
Voi watches the absolute mess that is Reisen attempting to do anything. It was so bad, it was almost funny. And all that after Reisen's terrific streak of luck literally just yesterday.
In Helium City, there was a common superstition that luck was like money. You never could have enough, and you never should spend it all in one place lest you face disaster. Whenever anyone got a jackpot, or a long winning streak, or defied death itself, people would treat them like they were about to die. And when someone went through hell and back, there was always that feeling of hope and fortune beyond for them, as if they were saving up their luck for a beautiful day. To be lucky was to invite the shadow of misfortune soon after. To be unlucky was to strike gold.
Voi never really thought much of it, honestly. Some damn coping mechanism to imagine that you could be rich in some way. Some hope for karma, maybe. But there was something in her that thought there could be some truth to the idea. Like watching the perpetual loser in a cage fight blast a supersonic knockout against the reigning champion.
Or being a shiny, custom made toy, having everything, being everything, before being thrown away for something new and shiny.
Or whatever the fuck Reisen just went though. Was that sharpnel?!
HEY! Bunny girl! You need like, some fucking first aid or some shit?!
In Helium City, there was a common superstition that luck was like money. You never could have enough, and you never should spend it all in one place lest you face disaster. Whenever anyone got a jackpot, or a long winning streak, or defied death itself, people would treat them like they were about to die. And when someone went through hell and back, there was always that feeling of hope and fortune beyond for them, as if they were saving up their luck for a beautiful day. To be lucky was to invite the shadow of misfortune soon after. To be unlucky was to strike gold.
Voi never really thought much of it, honestly. Some damn coping mechanism to imagine that you could be rich in some way. Some hope for karma, maybe. But there was something in her that thought there could be some truth to the idea. Like watching the perpetual loser in a cage fight blast a supersonic knockout against the reigning champion.
Or being a shiny, custom made toy, having everything, being everything, before being thrown away for something new and shiny.
Or whatever the fuck Reisen just went though. Was that sharpnel?!
HEY! Bunny girl! You need like, some fucking first aid or some shit?!