If this is weird to say, then I don't care.
I've always wondered if they played games with these freakin' cards.
I know I would have, but then again I have the attention span of a toddler on sugar.
Disclaimers: Chain of Memories is not mine.
Bewildered, Sora looks down at the pack of cards he had just been handed. Without saying a word, the abnormally solemn Keyblade Master lifts one of them, carefully looking at it from each and every angle possible. It was in the shape of a stretched out crown, not unlike the necklace he wore under his t-shirt. There were several colors, blue, red, green and a dark golden color. They were very pretty, in a way. When he flips them over, revealing the symbol of a small key on it. He looks down at his hand, amazed that they had managed to draw the Kingdom Key on such a small panel. It was very impressive.
Marluxia, the man hidden beneath the black cloak, chuckles quietly to himself. No doubt that the Keyblade Master, as stupid as he appeared to be on occasion, was appreciating the powerful nature of the brightly colored cards in his hands. It was practically genius, if he did say so himself. The card itself was made from a sampling of Sora's memories, a powerful act of magic.
After Sora proves to him that he did in fact know how to follow instructions, Marluxia says, amused, "Go, Sora. To lose and claim anew, or to claim anew only to lose…You know what to do…"
A Few hours Later
"… Hey Marluxia? You remember those cards you gave to the Keyblade Wimp?" Larxene asks curiously from her perch on the sofa, a huge red textbook-like novel open on her chest as she keeps reading in boredom. The blonde teenager had been lying there for about two hours, just reading, which was a favorite activity of hers surprisingly.
Marluxia looks over briefly and mutters: "Yes… I remember the cards I gave to Sora. Why do you care, Larxene?" in a bored tone, obviously not in the mood for Larxene's supposedly funny jokes. He had his own problems, and they mostly involved Naminé's disobedience. He would have to wrap the stubborn little witch up on the ceiling in his thorny vines for three days again…
The young Nobody girl gives out an amused chuckle. Marluxia looks over again, startled at this. Larxene very rarely laughed; if she did, it was usually either something extremely funny or extremely sadistic. This was not a good sign.
Axel, who was sitting in a chair at the table smirks in amusement, too. The red head gives out a soft chuckle as he places down his cup of instant ramen, glancing into a small orb that was nestled gently in a cushion on the table.
"I think they're playing poker." He comments as a very familiar cheer comes from the small orb that they were using to keep an eye on Sora.
"BOO YAH! It's a full house! In your face, Donald!" An all too familiar voice cheers as the Keyblade Master, the one who was so essential to their plan, stands up from his spot in one of the halls in Castle Oblivion and lets out a loud whoop of triumph.
"Sora, you're a cheating whore!" Another voice quacks from the sphere, as a slapping noise and another grunt echoes through the now silent room.
"Uh, Donald, I don't think you're s'pposed to hit Sora like that, hyuck. He's bleedin' kinda bad…." A goofy sounding voice says in concern as Larxene and Axel laugh that much harder.
Marluxia, however, stares at the orb in horror and curses violently, vanishing into a Corridor of Darkness. Larxene and Axel grin at each other. The Keyblade Master may be an idiot at times, but at least he was entertaining.