The light of the morning sun cracked through the curtains of one Pharous Magni, unwelcome in the way it splashed across his eyelids, slowly rousing him from his deathly sleep. With a long, deep groan, he sat up, rubbing his eyes and yawning. Waking up in the morning was definitely a process for Mag. Laying haphazardly in a pile of bed dressings, he cast a sideways glance over the preparations that awaited him, his outfit set out, his books packed up and ready, mobile workbench locked up and awaiting transport. Damn, late-night Pharous was such an overachiever. Much different than morning Pharous, he thought to himself with a roll of his eyes. 

He took his time standing up, basking in these last moments of blissful grogginess before the insidious perturbation of his own nudity closed in around him. Going too long without the soft caress of tempered leather and the solid reassurance of cold steel always made him anxious. Of course, his normal outfit would be entirely inappropriate for the academic environment, as he learned, though didn't care for, last year. After a whole year of strange glances and whispers over his attire, he decided this year to compromise. He pulled on the smooth black trousers they sent to him, the white undershirt and button-up, but then strapped on his dual-Mana Drive harness. These mana drives were newer models he'd been developing, much more compact while still retaining their previous capacity and efficiency. He then donned the black jacket he'd modified to fit snugly around the drives. The dressy black combat boots that came with the uniforms now coursed with the dark navy runes that his usual boots also had, allowing them to function the same way, however discreetly. Completing the ensemble with a pair of black fingerless gloves fitted with the same tech of his gauntlets, and a pair of wire-framed glasses that mimicked his goggles, he had found a way to retain all the functionality of his previous outfit while appearing to wear only the school uniform, sans the smallish Mana Drives that matched the outfit well appearing on his chest and back. 

Picking up his mobile workbench, which looked more like a suitcase at this point, and shouldering his satchel of tomes, he made his way to the campus, arriving early, as always. He couldn't say he was nervous, but he was definitely a little excited; from simply what he'd learned already, he'd increased the quality of his product by magnitudes. He watched the students file in with his signature grin emotion drowning out the fact that he sat in one of his least favorite classes; Amaristine History.