Username: Zendaru
Name: Xandalin
Gender: Female
How could someone go through life with only blissful ignorance? How could they be so lucky as to have everything fall perfectly in front of them so their path was set? Some just called it luck, but how could a single Viscet carry that much luck with them?
That's all Xandalin could think about. She spent all of her time sitting in the shadows watching others go through their lives, and taking note of what would happen. Some would have their fair share of inconveniences, such as tripping and dropping something, or bumping into a random stranger, while others would have tremendous luck. They might find something valuable laying on the ground. Or maybe they crashed into a friend that they had lost contact with many months before. So how was it that some had good luck while others had bad luck? Was luck purely random chance or was there some pattern that one could find?
She was determined to find out. She would spend hours upon hours reading in the library in an attempt to find any answers, only to wind up with nothing. Most of the articles she found all said the same four words, "It was random chance." But she wasn't so quick to agree. Random chance? She refused to believe that random chance could have so much to do with someone's life. After all, were you not the one who made the decisions? From what she believed, it should be easy to go through life. You make a decision, and you make plans off of that decision. Plan for every small detail and make sure that it goes perfectly. However, she noticed that it hardly ever went that well. The chances that one detail could be wrong were not static and could change at anytime, and one person showing up at a specific time could cause bad luck to the person who had planned the event.
But how did good luck work?
It worked in the exact same way, only instead of having a negative reaction, it had a positive one. You make your decision and you plan off of that decision, just like before, but instead of having it ruined, it would end even greater than it would've before. But how? Was luck just a double sided coin that life tossed on a whim? Any average person would be going through their day when they just get hit by whatever luck they just happen to get?
But what confused her the most were the people that seemed to have an abundance of luck, whether it was good or bad. Somehow there were some that were able to just waltz through their day while everything seemed to go even better than they had hoped. And then there were the poor souls who seemed cursed to have everything go horribly wrong. How did they get stuck with these "streaks of luck?" If it was just random chance, it would have to relent sooner or later, as the probability just continue to lower.
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She sighed and rubbed her eyes as she closed the book. The clock read 6:36, whether that was a.m or p.m was too difficult to tell. A quick yawn and some shuffling pages later, and she was walking towards the exit, a bag thrown over her shoulder and several binders in her paws. Many more hours thrown into research and so few results to show it. As she exited the building, however, something caught her eye. A Viscet, brown with a long leopard like tail, stood at the edge of the sidewalk with a rainbow colored umbrella held close. That normally wouldn't seem out of place, but there wasn't a cloud in the sky.
After taking another quick look around, she trotted over to the stranger and greeted him.
"Hello. May I ask why you're carrying an umbrella? There's not a cloud in the sky!"
He seemed a bit taken back by her words, but he smiled and answered nonetheless. "It's just something I carry around with me. It makes me feel better."
"Better about what?" She asked, her head tilted to the side in confusion.
Obviously flustered, he stumbled about with his response. "Well, um. It's just. Sometimes I have nightmares. The real bad kind you know? And I don't know why, but this umbrella helps them go away. If it can make the nightmares stay away, then it should keep all the bad things away. At least, that's my reasoning."
She didn't say anything for several moments as she thought about what he had said. It keeps the bad things away? If that's true, then would it keep bad luck away? she wondered.
"That makes sense to me. But does it really work?"
"Well, I like to think so. I swear more good things happen than bad whenever I'm carrying it. But that could just be mind over matter, right?"
Xandalin nodded at him, "The mind is a powerful thing. However, it could be something else."
The Viscet shifted from side to side, holding his umbrella up closer to his chest. "Else? What do you mean else?"
"I'm researching luck. I know it might sound a bit strange, but I believe it's a valid topic. You say that your umbrella keeps the bad things away, and I'm curious to know whether or not that effects your luck." She reached a paw out to him. "My name is Xandalin. And yours?"
He moved his umbrella from both paws to just one, then reached out with the other one. "The names Sven."
Xandalin grabbed his paw with her own and gave it a good shake, then began to pace around the other Viscet. And while Sven assumed that she was in a state of thought, it was almost like she was wandering around completely blind. Forward. Turn around. Walk back. Walk to the left. No, the right. And back forward. All he could do was simply sit and watch her in utter confusion. What kind of researcher did she say she was again?
After a few awkward minutes of this, she finally glanced back at him, and with a wide grin on her face said, "I have an idea."
Sven just stood there and blinked several times. "An idea? What kind of an idea? Like, are we talking about a good idea or a bad idea?"
"It's a good idea. Trust me. I have a plan and I need your help with it." When she saw that hesitant look on the other Viscet's face however, she added. "It's for science."
"Oh god." he mumbled. 'For science' could mean one of three things.
1.) Crazy evil scientist that locks people in an abandoned building.
2.) Someone who had no idea what they were doing and called themselves a scientist.
3.) An actual scientist who knew exactly what they were doing.
He shuttered at the thought of the first and the second options. "I kinda want to hear the idea before agreeing to it, if that's okay with you."
A newfound gleam in her eyes, she nodded quickly and began pulling out various papers from the binders in her arm.
"You know how I told you that I was researching luck? Well, I've been having to do most of my research on subjects that weren't even aware that there was a test going on. I would just have to sit back and wait for something to happen to them." She glanced over the pages, then shoved them back into the binders before pulling out new ones.
"And because of that I'm only able to look over one or maybe two events per person, and that makes it incredibly difficult for me to do my research. Do you see where I'm going with this?"
Before he even opened his mouth to answer though, she continued. "I want you to keep a journal of any and all events of luck that you might experience. Whether it's finding a penny on the sidewalk or stepping on a push pin, I want you to write it down somewhere so I can look it over."
Sven stood there and weighed his options silently. On one hand, he could help out a researcher and do her a favor, but on the other it would involve a pretty large change in his life. He already carried his umbrella around every day, and carrying a journal would just be another heavy object...He raised his gaze towards Xandalin's, and immediately made up his mind. That spark that shone in her eyes were impossible to say no to, and he answered with a very confident, "Alright."
She leaped up high in the air, pages flying out of her satchel and blowing in every which direction as she cheered. It only took a few moments for her to realize that her research was getting carried off in all directions, and her moment of celebration soon turned into a rapid race to grab her papers. Sven of course helped out, madly dashing from place to place in an effort to help her.
Whatever I just signed myself up for, I bet it's going to be an adventure.
Name: Xandalin
Gender: Female
How could someone go through life with only blissful ignorance? How could they be so lucky as to have everything fall perfectly in front of them so their path was set? Some just called it luck, but how could a single Viscet carry that much luck with them?
That's all Xandalin could think about. She spent all of her time sitting in the shadows watching others go through their lives, and taking note of what would happen. Some would have their fair share of inconveniences, such as tripping and dropping something, or bumping into a random stranger, while others would have tremendous luck. They might find something valuable laying on the ground. Or maybe they crashed into a friend that they had lost contact with many months before. So how was it that some had good luck while others had bad luck? Was luck purely random chance or was there some pattern that one could find?
She was determined to find out. She would spend hours upon hours reading in the library in an attempt to find any answers, only to wind up with nothing. Most of the articles she found all said the same four words, "It was random chance." But she wasn't so quick to agree. Random chance? She refused to believe that random chance could have so much to do with someone's life. After all, were you not the one who made the decisions? From what she believed, it should be easy to go through life. You make a decision, and you make plans off of that decision. Plan for every small detail and make sure that it goes perfectly. However, she noticed that it hardly ever went that well. The chances that one detail could be wrong were not static and could change at anytime, and one person showing up at a specific time could cause bad luck to the person who had planned the event.
But how did good luck work?
It worked in the exact same way, only instead of having a negative reaction, it had a positive one. You make your decision and you plan off of that decision, just like before, but instead of having it ruined, it would end even greater than it would've before. But how? Was luck just a double sided coin that life tossed on a whim? Any average person would be going through their day when they just get hit by whatever luck they just happen to get?
But what confused her the most were the people that seemed to have an abundance of luck, whether it was good or bad. Somehow there were some that were able to just waltz through their day while everything seemed to go even better than they had hoped. And then there were the poor souls who seemed cursed to have everything go horribly wrong. How did they get stuck with these "streaks of luck?" If it was just random chance, it would have to relent sooner or later, as the probability just continue to lower.
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She sighed and rubbed her eyes as she closed the book. The clock read 6:36, whether that was a.m or p.m was too difficult to tell. A quick yawn and some shuffling pages later, and she was walking towards the exit, a bag thrown over her shoulder and several binders in her paws. Many more hours thrown into research and so few results to show it. As she exited the building, however, something caught her eye. A Viscet, brown with a long leopard like tail, stood at the edge of the sidewalk with a rainbow colored umbrella held close. That normally wouldn't seem out of place, but there wasn't a cloud in the sky.
After taking another quick look around, she trotted over to the stranger and greeted him.
"Hello. May I ask why you're carrying an umbrella? There's not a cloud in the sky!"
He seemed a bit taken back by her words, but he smiled and answered nonetheless. "It's just something I carry around with me. It makes me feel better."
"Better about what?" She asked, her head tilted to the side in confusion.
Obviously flustered, he stumbled about with his response. "Well, um. It's just. Sometimes I have nightmares. The real bad kind you know? And I don't know why, but this umbrella helps them go away. If it can make the nightmares stay away, then it should keep all the bad things away. At least, that's my reasoning."
She didn't say anything for several moments as she thought about what he had said. It keeps the bad things away? If that's true, then would it keep bad luck away? she wondered.
"That makes sense to me. But does it really work?"
"Well, I like to think so. I swear more good things happen than bad whenever I'm carrying it. But that could just be mind over matter, right?"
Xandalin nodded at him, "The mind is a powerful thing. However, it could be something else."
The Viscet shifted from side to side, holding his umbrella up closer to his chest. "Else? What do you mean else?"
"I'm researching luck. I know it might sound a bit strange, but I believe it's a valid topic. You say that your umbrella keeps the bad things away, and I'm curious to know whether or not that effects your luck." She reached a paw out to him. "My name is Xandalin. And yours?"
He moved his umbrella from both paws to just one, then reached out with the other one. "The names Sven."
Xandalin grabbed his paw with her own and gave it a good shake, then began to pace around the other Viscet. And while Sven assumed that she was in a state of thought, it was almost like she was wandering around completely blind. Forward. Turn around. Walk back. Walk to the left. No, the right. And back forward. All he could do was simply sit and watch her in utter confusion. What kind of researcher did she say she was again?
After a few awkward minutes of this, she finally glanced back at him, and with a wide grin on her face said, "I have an idea."
Sven just stood there and blinked several times. "An idea? What kind of an idea? Like, are we talking about a good idea or a bad idea?"
"It's a good idea. Trust me. I have a plan and I need your help with it." When she saw that hesitant look on the other Viscet's face however, she added. "It's for science."
"Oh god." he mumbled. 'For science' could mean one of three things.
1.) Crazy evil scientist that locks people in an abandoned building.
2.) Someone who had no idea what they were doing and called themselves a scientist.
3.) An actual scientist who knew exactly what they were doing.
He shuttered at the thought of the first and the second options. "I kinda want to hear the idea before agreeing to it, if that's okay with you."
A newfound gleam in her eyes, she nodded quickly and began pulling out various papers from the binders in her arm.
"You know how I told you that I was researching luck? Well, I've been having to do most of my research on subjects that weren't even aware that there was a test going on. I would just have to sit back and wait for something to happen to them." She glanced over the pages, then shoved them back into the binders before pulling out new ones.
"And because of that I'm only able to look over one or maybe two events per person, and that makes it incredibly difficult for me to do my research. Do you see where I'm going with this?"
Before he even opened his mouth to answer though, she continued. "I want you to keep a journal of any and all events of luck that you might experience. Whether it's finding a penny on the sidewalk or stepping on a push pin, I want you to write it down somewhere so I can look it over."
Sven stood there and weighed his options silently. On one hand, he could help out a researcher and do her a favor, but on the other it would involve a pretty large change in his life. He already carried his umbrella around every day, and carrying a journal would just be another heavy object...He raised his gaze towards Xandalin's, and immediately made up his mind. That spark that shone in her eyes were impossible to say no to, and he answered with a very confident, "Alright."
She leaped up high in the air, pages flying out of her satchel and blowing in every which direction as she cheered. It only took a few moments for her to realize that her research was getting carried off in all directions, and her moment of celebration soon turned into a rapid race to grab her papers. Sven of course helped out, madly dashing from place to place in an effort to help her.
Whatever I just signed myself up for, I bet it's going to be an adventure.
