Well if that wasn't an invitation, nothing was. Bakura regarded the undercover for a moment and then with a wicked grin, extended his hand towards the center of the room. "Summon Archfiend Mirror," he spoke.
From a swirl of shadows accumulated across the room and drawn to the middle, a hunchbacked reptilian figure coalesced into existence. Its skin was green and scaled, had a whip tail and long talons tipped with knifelike claws gripped a large round mirror. It issued a sound like a hissing growl, snarling at Costigan from its place though it didn't move. Bakura approached it without hesitation and, as if the monster as tall as he were nothing more than a decoration, passed his hand over the mirror's surface. The glass darkened for a moment and then cleared to show two figures standing side by side.
The one on the left was Ryou Bakura, standing with quiet sort of sadness as he faced the viewer. Though Bakura successfully emulated the teen's mannerisms, now that Costigan could compare they were very different even though the bodies themselves were nearly identical. On the right side of the mirror was an image of the Thief King, scowling at the viewer. The prominent scar on his face stood in sharp relief to the dark complexion. Hair much shorter than it was currently and he was visibly a few years older, between 20 and 25.
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From a swirl of shadows accumulated across the room and drawn to the middle, a hunchbacked reptilian figure coalesced into existence. Its skin was green and scaled, had a whip tail and long talons tipped with knifelike claws gripped a large round mirror. It issued a sound like a hissing growl, snarling at Costigan from its place though it didn't move. Bakura approached it without hesitation and, as if the monster as tall as he were nothing more than a decoration, passed his hand over the mirror's surface. The glass darkened for a moment and then cleared to show two figures standing side by side.
The one on the left was Ryou Bakura, standing with quiet sort of sadness as he faced the viewer. Though Bakura successfully emulated the teen's mannerisms, now that Costigan could compare they were very different even though the bodies themselves were nearly identical. On the right side of the mirror was an image of the Thief King, scowling at the viewer. The prominent scar on his face stood in sharp relief to the dark complexion. Hair much shorter than it was currently and he was visibly a few years older, between 20 and 25.