Pʀᴏғᴇssɪᴏɴᴀʟ Gʀɪᴇғᴇʀs || open

[Light]

AU Setting: Magic is used through the means of technology, making anything possible--if the user is smart enough, that is.

Pʀᴏғᴇssɪᴏɴᴀʟ Gʀɪᴇғᴇʀs :

"Looking for talented individuals who enjoy chaos."

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He laid in the grass, a book balanced on his chest. His chin dug into his collar bone as he stared at the hidden magazine within the pages, his eyes occasionally looking up at passing girls. He would say something; and they would either blush pr yell at him.

50% of the time they yelled.

"Orange." he said, and a girl quickened her pace and rushed away from him, her cheeks inflamed.

"Blue." and again.

And again.

... And again.

This teenager was one of the many 'mages' at the high school for magic technicians. He was a well known one too, for more reasons than one. His name was Yuusha; or Yuu, or pervert, or whatever title they can slap on his face.

He was the club president of the Professional Griefers--a highly underrated club for... Weirdoes.

[mationix]

(It hurts my soul how good you are at starting threads like these.... ;A; *ahem* (istotallyprofessionalbytheway) Would you mind if I jumped in? I would hate to steal another person's want to jump it. c:)

[Light]

(It be years of started and abandoned threads may friend XD Feel free to reply to it, and anything you like. I don't mind; its a well known fact that I make about like... Three threads a week. Plenty for people to jump into if they wanna <3)

[mationix]

(So...the way to success is being abandoned? XD That sounds kind of different from the way I learned how to be a billionaire... Okie dokie, if you say so~ :3)

A girl suddenly appeared in front of him, hands on her hips, a glare on her face. She stood around 5'09, light brown hair pulled back into a tight ponytail. "You know, I've gotten a lot of complaints about you," she said, her lips pressed into a thin line. She pointed at him, looking quite irritated for some reason, "I should let you know that I do not enjoy hearing about anything going awry at my school." She let out a huff, pushing a strand of brown hair from her eyes. "So, what do you have to say about yourself?" She demanded, glaring down at him.

[Light]

Dark ketchup colored eyes peer over the top of the books, "...well." he looks back down at the page, and turns to the next. "... For one thing, I didn't know the school belonged to an underage minor." he tilts the book up, the black and white drawings of the manga he was reading visible, "and secondly... Red."

(Neglect is correct little friend X'3 although I don't think that applies to becoming s billionaire.)

[mationix]

She bristled, glaring down at him. "I take offense to that," she snapped, crossing her arms, "I would've thought you would know me; I am the president of this school, I just won the election last week. At his next word, she stiffened, irritated that she was caught off guard by this. "What do you mean, 'red'?" she demanded, self-consciously running a hand through her ponytail.

(Ahhh. I see~ tell me more of your wise ways, Ms. Light~)

[Light]

"Ah... That thing where you put a name on a piece of paper and stick it in a machine. I voted for Mr. Fuggles," he casually yawns, laying his book on his stomach, "My fish if you must know." he looks back up at her, his lips tugged down on one corner, "I dunno--I just said a color. Its up to the listener to decide what it means."

(muahaha! So I will!)

[mationix]

She gritted her teeth, the guy getting under her skin. "Are you always such a smart-a**?" She demanded, tapping her foot on the ground. Shaking her head, there was a small lapse in her anger, it turning into confusion. "Then why do you say these colors? Is it just to irritate people?" She demanded, exasperated.

(I shall remember every word! :3)

[Light]

"Ms. President," he pushes himself up from his laying down position, "Do you know who I am?" his books slide into his lap, and a few blades of grass fall from his back, "I'm a professional-- annoying people is as simple as... Saying a color or two."

(<3)

[mationix]

She pressed her lips into a thin line, inclining her chin haughtily. "All I know is that you're creeping on women," she spat back, annoyed that he was getting to her, '"and that is all I need to know."

[Light]

"My concern, for your concern is nonexistent," he picks his book back up and starts looking at the pages again. "Indigo, magenta, green apple," he turns the page, and turns the book up vertically, "and have any of the women that you speak of actually file a report? Or are you coming here and verbally assaulting me on the grounds of gossip?"

[mationix]

Her eye twitched and she took a step forward, nabbing the book from his hand and snapping it shut. "I do not need anyone to tell me that you are causing trouble for everyone who wishes to learn," she snapped, glaring down at him. "It reeks off of you, your perversion."

[Light]

He scratches the side of his head a bit, and lets his jaws open into a loud yawn, "Women wear the colors that they feel like. Since our school has a uniform, they express themselves using their underwear," he pokes at his eye, and slides off a thin silvery contact. He holds it up in his hand, "Level three eye magic tool. Allows the wearer to see the mood of a person, which is why I've been saying colors. Yours right now is red. Angry perhaps?"

[mationix]

Her fingers clenched into a fist, looking like she wanted to hit him. Though, the president must restrain all emotions that would put himself or herself to the perpetrator. Taking in a shaky breath, she crossed her hands and put on a stretched smile. "Anything else you'd like to point out?" She demanded, her expression looking like it would shatter at any given moment, "I'm sure there's tons more 'insightful' knowledge you have to offer me."

[Light]

He pulls the skin of his eye down and slides the small contact back on, blinking the eye a few times to put it into place. The red cowlick of his hair bounces as he tilts his head up, and then down before looking back at her. "Ah, I almost forgot," he reaches over, and rummages through a small, worn out backpack. He holds out some papers, flapping them at her, "Club reregistration forms are due today in the Student Council offices, right? I'd like to turn mine into you know while your here, since your so helpful and all that to the student body." his lips stretch into a lazy grin, "But no knowledge; I only give that to my special underclassmen."

[mationix]

Unconsciously, her jaw dropped, her anger spluttering to a halt. "Wha-wha-what?!" She shrieked, staring at him incredulously. "No, that is a no," she snapped, jabbing a finger at him, "I will not allow it! I will not have a man as disgusting as you on the team," she snarled, bristling.

[Light]

He waves the papers, his grin dropping into a frown, "I won't be on your silly monkey team. Club presidents are required to turn in forms to the Council every new semester. But that's fine, I'll just go myself and tell them what happened here,"

[mationix]

"Don't you even dare," she hissed, yanking the papers out from his hands, "I do not need you to waste Mr. Lowell's time." She put her hands on her hips, hating the situation she was forced into. "I'll give them these stupid papers," she muttered, letting out a huff. "Though promise me you won't go near them."

[Light]

"Don't worry," he cooed as he bent down to pick up his bag, "I don't want to catch whatever you have from them anyways." his grin returns and he mockingly waves his fingers at her, "Good luck with whatever it is your kind do in life,"

[mationix]

She crossed her hands over her chest, watching him go through narrowed eyes. The bad thing was, he had left her speechless. There was nothing that she could think of, in her mind's haze. She spun on her heels and walked away, her head held up high.

(Time skip? c: )