It started as a rather normal day, or as normal as days really get as a student at a school of magic. Nyx woke up, and marveled at the fact that he could see his room, his immediate surroundings. Layered over the walls were thin, insulated wires that carried a miniscule charge, but it was enough to give the space definition to his unseeing eyes. Thin metallic threads, woven into the fabrics of the room, further defined it, and he reveled in this bountiful light. Despite the knowledge that he'd be stuck at the academy for the time being, he actually was happy about it. It being as high tech and advanced as it was, and with the plethora of magics being used, Nyx was probably one of the only students who'd rather stay than leave, since this was a place where he could see nearly as well as anyone else. Not that he'd let anyone know that, though. He still went through the motions of a blind man, cane and all, and was perfectly happy to let the administration believe that his vision was duller than it was. It earned him a single's suite, and given a measure of lenience and assistance that few others would experience.
After a rather bland lunch, something that couldn't be helped at a government run academy, Nyx went for a stroll around campus. Months later, he'd still marvel at the colours and emanations of all the different magics being practiced; Bright, dull, colours, shades of grey, pulsing lights, and radiant fields. This afternoon though, there was a dead gray mass in front of the primary education building, and it irked him. Of all the colours and variations of things he could see, the dead grey was the worst. Flat and stagnant, it weighed heavily upon everything, and it ruined his otherwise quite chipper mood. With a sigh, he began to make his way over to it, if for nothing else than to facilitate its departure.
As he got nearer, the grey mass resolved its shape into that of a series of large trucks, sitting heavily on their magnetically driven metal wheels. "Ahh, probably a new student then," he theorized, "I wonder if Bill was on duty?" Endeavoring to find out, he continued his walk up the grey-mottled people shapes, his cane tapping almost rhythmically upon the ground. Stopping at a respectable distance, since any guard on intake duty was likely on edge, Nyx called out rather jovially, "Ayo, Bill, You there?" Bill was a friend from high school, who'd not been quite smart enough or quite diligent enough to go to any sort of college. While they had kept in contact after graduation, it was a surprise to both of them when they met at Nyx's intake. While many would likely have revoked their friendship with a mage, many who knew Nyx would understand why he didn't. From their perspective, he was blinded for life, forever locked away from the visual wonders of the world, and even limited in what he could physically go and do, and for what? The ability to see magnets? They considered him harmless, even a victim of the mysterious force known as magic.
A number of the present guards turned a bit, including the aforementioned Bill, and noticed Nyx standing a good ten feet away, a definitively non-threatening distance. A number of greetings get shouted back, some cheerful, some stressed, but they all knew Nyx, as despite being at the academy for such a short time, he was often called upon to be present at intakes as a sort of student liaison helping to figure out housing situations, meal tickets, class schedules, etc... Stuff that no one really wanted to do, but needed to be done. And because he wasn't a bureaucrat, and was seen a pitiable sort(blinded by magic, and then jilted on cool powers from it) the guards usually got along with him, making the whole process smoother. He was considering seeing if he could make it into a permanent position too, as it would let him remain on the campus that shined so bright for him. "Heyo, Nyx! Its been a while, and I'd love ta chat, but we kinda got our hands full here!" Bill the guard shouts back.
"Yeah, I bet. Thats a B37 Pulse cannon over there, isn't it?" I pass back, pointing one of the artillery mounted trucks, "What are you guys hunting, dinosaurs?" Which was a more valid question that it seemed, magic being considered.
With a chortle, he comments, "Nah, not today, the department got them last after reports of a rogue summoner. But now we've got something to look forward to, am I right?" he finishes, addressing his fellow guards. After a round of ayes, he turns back to Nyx, and says, "Its an intake, and she's a real spitfire, so the brass wanted everything on her we could bring."
"Ahh, one of those, eh? Well, I've got the afternoon free if you want some help with the Intake..."