It would be the first time Julius would attempt to use this facade, he had practiced using this spell so much that it would become effortless with the use of his magoi. The warrior training he had been receiving had also bolstered this effect now allowing him to use Perfect Illusion magic to mimic his bones with that of flesh and blood once more.
It was odd retaking this appearance at first. It had been so long since he had seen this face that he had forgotten what it had looked like in exact detail, but with the help of Hana and Magic, he got it down to the details and smoothed out the overall appearance. This was a neat trick, perhaps it would become something more useful for his plans involving Kou. For now, however, it was nice just to get out and about feeling that confidence he once held and the natural charisma that popped with his face.
While testing it for a stroll he was actually having a lovely time, that was of course until he heard something that quickly made him angry. While the sounds of the Casino life did overtake the sounds he had only caught it as he passed by, but it was the site of something blue being moved fast that caught his battle-trained eyes. A group of trash was mishandling a poor lady. He paused for a moment looking only with his side-eye glance but digging in deeper.
On one hand, Julius felt those who allowed the greed of man to be alive would have to suffer the reactions of life that came with it. On the other, not all had the power to stop it and neither did some come from that life but were treated as property. Something to this day Julius hated that Eight did. Still, why should he care? Well because he was trying to make a world free from all of this, and not all actions had to be like his attack on Reim's capital where he killed a King Candidate and thousands of people.
Julius stumbled his way down the alley, playing as if he had too much of the nightlife the casinos had to offer. He began to loudly laugh as he placed his left hand on the walls nearest him supporting himself as he stumbled further down. His right hand lay on his belly as it moved from laughter. He looked up at the group of men and slowly stopped chuckling.
"Oh pardon me, my d-dear friends. The break was a fake hiccup as a man who had drunk too much.
The group stopped whatever they were doing to regard the stranger.
"Get lost punk, can't you see we're trying to have a lil fun with our friend here?"
Julius looked at each of the men, none of them seemed like a threat, not that they could kill an immortal such as Julius. Playing a shocked expression across his face he looked down and he pulled himself upright, his black Komino stretching as he did so.
As his red hues scanned the men, it also scanned the woman, skin and bones, signs of abuse, was it from these men or before? He could not tell in this light. There was something that caught his eye, and held it for a second too long upon her. Was she? There was only one way to tell for certain. Julius began to feed magoi into his hands, each shined with a light as magic circles came to life.
