Cards never lie.

Flipping one over revealed the ten of Spades. It laid there, almost in complete indifference to what he wanted to see. Another flip and it was the two of Spades. Once again and the eight of Spades stared at him in mockery. Then the nine of Spades joined the party and rounded all the cards up in a game of "Let's Give Luxord a Bad Fortune."

Cards never lie and, goddamn, he hated Spades.

Legs crossed as he sat on the floor, his gloved hand continued to wave itself in circular motions, card after card flipping and following the commands that the man had given them. The more they gave him spades and signs of bad luck, the more annoyed he became. The whirring of the clocks going mach-five around him seemed to be the only thing that kept him in the yellow of his false mood meter. He was thankful as he could be that the Superior let them design their rooms as they wished.

Knowing that the cards had nothing more than harsh things to say, the blond stretched out his fingers, cards flowing to them like metal to a magnet. Time was a cruel thing, but it connected with everything. Time controlled fate, and that controlled him. The cards were only simple messengers and there was no need to be angry with them.

Standing up and stretching slightly, the Nobody glanced around the white room, blue eyes fixated on the clocks that always seemed to grow disturbed with his presence.

It was going to be one of those days, wasn't it?