#aventurine𓅭1

[unluckyuncle]

Liked Starter 𓅭𓅭𓅭𓅭 @gaiathran

It was pretty simple, really. Down by the Promenade was an activity where everyone had to pick up a rubber duck and win a prize. Donald had been going around to all of the little game stalls to try his luck at winning something.

Of course, he never really expected to. He had been the unluckiest duck for as long as he had been alive, but at some point, he was just trying to keep at it for the fun. Really, he wanted a little toy for Lune. But that was becoming a feat in itself.

Five little rubber ducks lay on the wooden counter, all of them, miraculously, did not have even a single prize to them. He wasn't one to get mad at kids' games, but honestly, he couldn't believe he couldn't even get a small one!

[ Oh doggone stubborn little... ] he murmured, looking at the sixth duck in his hands, once again turning out blank. Suddenly in a fit of rage, he jumped into the air screaming, arms swinging when his head hit the roof of the stand.

He came crashing down, promptly sending the six little rubber ducks flying into the air, heading straight for the nearest passerby. Whoops!

[unluckyuncle]

Huh? Donald turned to look at the stranger who approached. Certainly a well-dressed individual ( one that looked rather out of place among the cheap carnival games ) but he carried an air of confidence and charm. It was... familiar in a way.

Maybe it was the line about gamblers. He knew plenty of them but with his luck he could just get a casino burned down. Donald shrugged his shoulders, standing on the stool to give the guy a better look.

[ Yeah and that's after a long night of gettin debt. ] He retorted with a shake of his head. The rush of the chase was what got people into to trouble in the first place. In his case, it was always the hope that maybe this time it would be different.

Call him cynical, but having bad luck really changes your perspective on everything around you.

[ But go for it pal, I ain't gonna stop you. ] He said with a huff, looking back at the carnival worker. [ I'm warning you, the game is rigged. ]

(♤) the sound of water churning peacefully beneath an impressively decorated surface was hardly enough to deter the stoneheart from, well... perusing what stretch of activities the promenade had to offer on such a fine day. particularly the games, but aventurine finds in a world completely overlooked by corporate demands, he's hardly picky. in fact; always save the best for last as they say. a pity he's suddenly the target of six little ducks hardly lined up in anything but a row as he draws towards the last remaining stall he'd had yet to try his luck on, a well timed outstretched gloved hand managing to wrangle two of the runaway toys all while the remainder scatter at his feet after smacking against his chest with an unceremonious 'plop.'

oh? he pauses, blinks behind those priceless rose-tinted shades when a rather unhelpful smirk follows-how could he not? a duck trying to win ducks? the doctor would love this guy. now that's a game he'd bet everything for if only to wager against irony in itself. a soft flutter of his coattails in the passing crisp autumn winds all too soon creeping up on them, aventurine leans to right the small table that had been lost within the other's outburst, gathers the remainder of little plastic prizes and sets them upon the table before finally offering a hand towards donald.

“bad luck? you certainly gave it your all. did you know most gamblers quit right before making it big? mind if i give it a try, friend? i'll even give you a cut if i win.”

if. as if victory were ever in doubt.