The good lucker learns a painful lesson about pushing their luck to the extreme. In this case, when things really hit the fan? Even they end up hurt. First time in their life. Then comes the question, if I have a bad lucker tied to my good luck, does everyone? Sad thing is, the jerk takes quite a while to learn their lesson.
@internutter/challenge-04190-k172-balanced-out -- Anon Guest
Some people, they say, have all the luck. They never say what sort it is. For some, it's the wrong sort. If they catch a break, it's bound to be one of their own bones. Luck is never in their favour. They're life's losers.
And then one with all the bad luck found their match.
It was the opposite of the romance most people might expect. Lucker Dov was determined to make Lucker Kash pay for every atom of his hubris. With a pound of flesh, for preference. Ideally washed down with a pint of his blood. If ze was going to suffer, then Kash was going to suffer with hir.
For every single, "What could go wrong?" Kash would now find out. As painfully as possible. For each, "It'll be fine," then it immediately wasn't. For every, "Nothing bad could happen," then yes it did.
Generally to Lucker Kash.
Dov had a splash zone, but it was fairly narrow. Ze had a habit of staying close to Kash to make sure ze splashed in his direction. But when he sought safety by avoiding hir...
...ze happened to the ship or her crew.
That was what finally made Kash change his ways. Especially the bit about taunting fate. He might have an ego the size of Belgium, but he prided himself on being lucky for his crew. So he curbed his tongue, minded his manners, and kept Dov close so that all the bad luck happened mostly to him.
It was just better that way.
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