luckonmyside.bsky.social
Lady Luck is on my side. Give her time. || 26 | Half-Halfling, Half-Human | 5’2 || D&D RP | Fantasy RP | MVRP ||
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Me? Na, no magic. Just old-fashioned good lucks 'n' charm, wi' a dash o' good luck.
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Not arguin’ it! Just sayin’, it draws eyes!
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Nothin’, if ye dinnae mind drawing everybody's eyes.
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Hat.
Your hat.
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(He’d shrug.)
Depends on who it is 'n' how fast a'm talking. Most fowk tak' ye seriously wi' that bunnet?
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Nowhere y’d know.
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+ on those itty things.
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Five of hearts, wasn’t going to beat that.
“Ye git th' whole royal family in thare? What, did ah not shuffle half o' th' deck?”
Some said if one knew how to read the cards, you could gleam messages from the future.
To Jacks, that seemed like a load of horseshite. Ain’t no room for writing +
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+ Ne'er wis one fur blood 'n' guts 'n' stuff. Dinnae know how ye lot do it!”
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“It is, but ah’m not complaining that tis nae in mah future. Well, wid ye look at that, th' happy couple's 'ere to ruin mah day. King and Queen alike.”
His next, an Ace of Diamonds. A small smile slipped onto his face, a large grin barely contained. “Ah, bit luck shines upon me this time! +
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“Healing lik' magic? Or healing lik' doctors 'n' shite? Aces high. Draw!”
A two of spades. He hissed but didn’t look too displeased. “Ain’t gonnae be hard tae beat that, ah reckon.”
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“Geggy. Mouth.” He tapped his lips for further confirmation. Once it was split, he’d do as they asked.
“Sure, sure. Impressed loads o' folks. Learned pretty soon that most fowk dinnae get luck lik' ah did.”
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+ teuk me in whin mah parents died. Cards wis an easy wey tae mak' dosh, so ah did whit ah could to help oot sin thay hud mae geggy tae feed too.”
A trade was offered; the bottle for the deck. As Gil split the deck, Jacks took a swig… unless a cup was offered. That made it proper like.
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With a bottle offered, he finishes the shuffle. He knew he had a thick accent and he could see her mind working to understand it. It no longer bothered Jacks as it once had. Everybody was always figuring stuff out all the time, speech was no different.
“Mah cousin. His fowk +
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+ cards so, whether for her benefit or his own pride, he does a few of the fancier shuffles he knew.
“You kn’ how to shuffle?” He asked, trying to steer the topic to something less… gloomy on his new playing buddy.
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“Folks lea’, tis true. Bit, ah always say, whin seats are empty at th' table that juist means ye'v got room t’ mak' fresh friends!”
Jacks hadn’t had the luxury of knowing loss in the way Gil spoke of it. People had to stay around for them to be your friend.
He notices her eyes following the +
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+ more of selecting a chair, he grabbed a stool and moved to the stump.
He began to shuffle the cards, tossing them between his hands.
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He sauntered over, eying each of the stools. “Loads o' chairs fur juist ye. Ye git mukkers nearby or juist hoping fur company?”
Jacks tutted his tongue, fingers tracing along the top of the seats like one choosing a new carpet… or a pet. This was something serious like that.
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+ worried, we could play for nothin’!” Jacks’ hands fiddled with his sleeves, eyes following a bird as it passed over head. “Up t’ ya!”
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“How about if ah win, ah git a handful o' they berries there. An' ye kin decide what you want if ye win!
A'm partial t’ blackjack but we could play something simpler. Hae ye played war? Highest card wins!”
He shrugged, leaning against the closest tree. “Or, if ye'r +