"Very well." A quiet sigh, stepping daintily into Tech's interlaced hands with one sandaled foot and then the other. Rokuro likely weighs half as much as Tech does, so it really shouldn't be any trouble for the surprisingly muscular nerd clone to lift him.

Grasping the edge of the Canopy, Rokuro hauls himself up and over the open edge of the caravan, and drops near-silently inside. There are boxes. A lot of them. With many foreign symbols marking the outsides.

Holding out the tablet in front of him, he touches the button on the screen to take his first photo, and is confronted with a startling close image of his own face looking back at him in the dark.

All Tech will hear is a small, startled noise and a light thump as the tablet hits the floor of the truck. There's a quiet scuffle, and Rokuro is then peering at Tech through the slight crack in the truck doors with his singular red eye.

"It became a mirror and tried to capture my soul. A sorcerer must be near. Only a select few know this level of dark magic."