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[Marluxia steps out of a portal and into the Dressing Room, his expression settling into a sneer as he pushes back his hood and takes in his surroundings.]

Your illusion fails to amuse me, Zexion.

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Assumed? What are you talking about?

If Oblivion were to fall, say. What then?

I would say you doubt my ability, to say the least. With me as Lord, Oblivion shall not fall.

Time is a fickle friend. Cards, even more so.

Perhaps for you. You always were overly fond with trying your chances.

I've not ever claimed to keep winning forever. Death will catch me some day, as is it must.

Indeed. Though I'm sure you keep quite a few assurances up your sleeve against that.

A gambler never tells his tricks.

Nor does the gambler ever tell his losses, or so they say.

The 'unbeatable' gives a better tale, or so I've heard.

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Oh yes, certainly. Now tell me. This seems to be neither my own Castle nor your own. Yet you don't seem surprised?

Have you known me to ever show surprise?

Touche. So tell me then, what is this place?

It's known as the Dressing Room, or so I've heard.

What a peculiar name. Though I suppose it does explain the overabundance of closets I've noticed.

It suits well enough.

Would there by chance be a trick to leaving this odd place? I must woefully admit that my own portals seem to lead right back here, you see.

It's no trick that's keeping you here.

Therefore no trick to leave, hm? How charming.

I've heard that some do leave, but at the whims of luck alone.

The whims of Lady Luck seems to be more suited to you than to me. I prefer to make my own luck.

I'll not be the one to stop you, then.

Certainly good to know.

[With that he's wandering off to see more of this place.]

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