its_rose_damnit: (Casual glance.)
[Dist honestly hates this experiment. No, he should rephrase - he hates the Malnosso. With a deadly passion, oh yes. He had just been counting his lucky stars that he wasn't affected this time around, and was heading back from the clothing shop with some warmer clothing. A new suit, thicker trench coat, gloves, scarf, and boots he was now wearing. What, you think he'd wear his shoes back? Pfft--ha! As if.

Just as he was walking back home, Dist mused over the fact that a rather...peculiar song was chiming in the back of his head with a female voice and some very strange lyrics, some in a language he was familiar with. Huh, how odd. He was sure it was not a song he had ever heard in his entire life, but shrugged it off as a song he heard in passing, probably here in Luceti. It was just a song, right? Nothing more than that, surely.

Though he was unaware, others may notice the man's not exactly...walking down the street. In fact, he may as well be strutting. Or worse, sashaying.

Approach at your own risk.]
its_rose_damnit: (Obligatory 'oh shit' face.)
[Good morning, Luceti! We see you've gotten a bit of an extreme, spooky makeover lately. Now, what's a kingdom of creepy crawlies without a proper king, hm~? The moment Dist steps outside to visit the library, he blinks in confusion, staring through dark lenses.]

Hm? [He removes the round, dark sunglasses, and yelps at what he sees.] Wh-What in blazes is this?! What happened to the town?! What--

WHAT IS THIS?!

[He's staring down, baffled, at his own new threads. He resembled a certain Pumpkin King complete with aforementioned dark, round sunglasses, white makeup with some black and grey around his eyes, and the "stitches" running up the sides of his mouth in black makeup.

Disty scurries back inside, hoping to high heaven the thing will disappear once he does, and raging when it doesn't. He rushes to the bathroom to wash off the makeup - a beautiful Rose shouldn't be dressed as anything less, obviously - and rages even more when it still doesn't come off.

When he storms back to his room, he's absolutely livid, throwing up his arms and doing what he does best, complaining.]


This is absolutely ridiculous!! How dare they dress me in such a fashion! Me, Dist the Rose! This is completely unacceptable!! I look like a...like a--! Rrrgh!! WHY WON'T IT COME OFF?!




[OOC: I'm gonna be out for a bit tonight, so my tagging might be slow, then nonexistent come night time, but I'll get to you all eventually. Sorry. ;__;]
its_rose_damnit: (/FLIPS TABLE)
[Dist had been out most of the day today, amazingly, despite the wind. He was used to colder weather, and his coat kept him farly insulated against the crisp breeze. Of course, this was still a problem as the man was looking over a detailed blueprint he just finished moments ago, holding the pages down so the paper wouldn't blow away. That's the last thing he needed, to chase after an important piece of paper.

He was outside in the plaza, sitting on a bench and reading over his notes and the blueprint as well as he could before returning home. He glanced down at the topic of study he placed beside him, the air filtration unit Guy had gifted him with for...some reason or another. He was still unsure of just why he'd been given it, though he wasn't complaining. The fonmachine had proved to be quite well made, though he made a few notes to possibly improve the functionality and lessen energy consumption. Little things.

Of course, being the intellectual he was, Dist usually got rather absorbed in his work. As he read over his calculations and blueprints on the plaza bench, he didn't notice some kind of large, metallic reptile tromping up behind him. The world outside him was disregarded for his work.

That is, until the creature leaned over his shoulder and sniffed at the fonmachine by his side. With a loud yelp, knocking over his papers and journal (the latter of which fell open and face down on the pavement), Dist jumped up and off the bench, staring fearfully at the monstrous creature.]


Wh-What in the name of--?! You...don't you come any closer!

[A pause, before a loud cry of "Aggron!" was heard over Dist's open journal then a sickening crunch. And a horrified and enraged yell.]

WHAT ARE YOU DOING?! GET THAT OUT OF OF YOUR MOUTH THIS INSTANT!! THAT'S VALUABLE RESEARCH MATERIAL! YOU...YOU FILTHY, BLASTED MONSTROSITY!! I'LL MAKE YOU INTO A FONMACHINE NEXT, I SWEAR!! [Another happy crunch.] AGH, PUT THAT DOWN, YOU'RE RUINING IT!
its_rose_damnit: ([AU] - Far away)
Expand[Filtered to Guy 80%] )

[Dist doesn't wait for an immediate answer. She shuts her journal once she's done, sighs, and tucks it away as she decides it's high time to pay the library a good visit. She'd been neglecting gathering some research information, and had a few things she wanted to study. She takes a look as the dark, cloudy sky, and takes an umbrella just in case it does end up raining.

So, anyone outside will see a white-haired, glasses-wearing woman making her way to the library. She's just in a comfortable looking black blouse and skirt, and her hair is pinned back to one side with a rose clip. She's deep in thought over various things, even when she finally arrives at the library, so feel free to notice or bump into her. Literally.

Just don't expect to be well received if the latter does occur. Dist is still Dist through and through.]




[OOC: Have another genderbender! Everything is basically still the same in canon, and Dist remembers his CR and memories in Luceti and outside. He just remembers himself being female throughout everything since I couldn't help myself. HAVE FUN WITH THAT.]
its_rose_damnit: (In silent whispers...)
[The journal's audio function clicks on to the sound of high pitched squealing, what sounds like hoofs rushing down a corridor, another set of human footfalls right behind, and a very irate and loud yelling.]

GET BACK HERE, YOU BLASTED SWINE!! UNHAND MY JOURNAL THIS INSTANT OR I'LL ROAST YOU, I SWEAR IT!

Peony! Peony, you stinking imbecile, keep your filthy little beasts out of my--

[The yelling stops abruptly as Dist hovers in the doorway of the now abandoned room, his journal being the only item to litter the bland, unnaturally clean floor. The sound of faint squealing under the bed from the "rappig" Dist had been chasing is the only sound for a few moments before very slow, drawn out footsteps approach the journal, and the piggy silences itself for fear of being found.]

You...! You witless freeloader... H-How dare you--! You couldn't wait until she got back?! Y-You heartless, dim witted--[Dist snatches up his journal and spits out angrily, not caring at all who hears, who responds. He's just too upset right now.] Emperor Peony IX of Malkuth has returned to Auldrant.

[And after that, he slams his journal shut and drops heavily onto the bed, glaring at the opposite wall, feeling a mixture of emotions and memories churning like an angry storm in his mind. He'll answer responses in a few hours, once he's calmed down.

So, just he, Nephry, and the Professor remained of those he shared his childhood with. People left, yes, but...somehow Dist had been hoping no one he knew would leave, especially those he was closest to. It was painful. Perhaps even more so, since Dist had to endure it once before. Even if it was Peony, the one he liked the least of anyone else, it...it was odd, and painful, to know he was gone. And this odd feeling only posed to frustrate Dist more.

He leaned forward, holding his head in his hands and growling at the throbbing headache that was threatening to come, not even finding the energy to kick the little pig that had curiously begun nosing his leg.]

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