A boy of a diminutive stature slowly walked past the gates.

Yes, he was late. No, he doesn't care. Not even underneath his everlasting blank gaze, not even beneath his lifeless face could a fuck be seen about coming minutes away from the start of the schedule. Julius Constantine, as this red-haired, cape-wrapped boy clad in red and black colors was known (by humans), could've cared if one hour has passed since, but even then it would be only by a miniscule amount. Being late for the first day in a school for humans is way, way less worth worrying about than being late for a training session, at least that was according to a foreigner posing as a local and attending the locals' routine.

[color=f7976a][i]Just a little step forward...[/i]
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Making bipedal strides was tough work. Having less legs was a disorientating experience. Thankfully, a(n earth) year of training has since patched up those difficulties a bit, but Julius Constantine still leaned slightly forward whenever he walked. Trying to run made him wobble noticeably, and sometimes he outright trips and the pain hits him with the force of an Airbus ramming his airborne body right after being skyrocketed by a 120 mph kick to the ass.

[color=f7976a][i]...? Something... off.[/i][/color]

Julius stopped midway into the premises, noticing that he forgot something. The boy reached into his backpack and took out a mask, wore it on his head, and then nudged it to the left of his ever emotionless face.

[i][color=f7976a]There.[/color][/i]

[center][u][i]The Mask of Inquiry[/i][/u]
A plain old white mask, used to display curiosity and emphasize questions. Its design features two black "brow" lines above the eye holes that curve upward to the mask's center, and a question mark at the mouth area. Quite simple, really. [/center]