Day 4: Should I Know You?

[velvet_glove]

Who: [AU] Natalia, Dist
Where: The Imperial Palace, wandering a little
When: Day 4, mid-afternoon
Warnings: May possibly make Dist rant and spaz. Oops?

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[thatgoldentime]

"Sir?" Dist blinks behind his thick glasses. The emphasis on the words were quite interesting. Clearly, she was taking umbrage at some perceived slight or another (Probably the fact that he's not behind bars)... But why 'sir'? Why pretend they've never met?

Oh. Right.

He straightens in his chair, grinning again. "Ah, so you must be one from the other world! Allow me to introduce myself." A hand is placed to his chest, looking up to the air dramatically as he replies to the girl, "I am the God-General Dist the Rose, a man blessed with both beauty and genius, a master of fonic research and fontech. Your world would be at a loss, indeed, without my brilliance. A pity indeed."

Ah, it feels so GOOD to be able to do that again. He turns, then, to look back to Natalia. "In this world, we've met many times... I regret to inform you that the Emperor is quite busy at the moment." Thankfully... And why was Dist phrasing it that way? Did he figure out Natalia's reason for being here already? "He might even be unavailable all day unless he manages to find a moment..." Or sneaks off. But why bring up that possibility? He'd be just as happy to never see Peony again.

[velvet_glove]

Natalia continued to stare at him. If anything, her stare had only gotten more blank. And somewhat more scornful. "You are a God-General?" Why didn't she feel as though she ought to be sounding the alarm.

Although that was slightly more concerning; he claimed favor with the--

Had he said he? Natalia paused, frowning faintly. She gazed at the man measuringly. He looked less than trustworthy, possibly even a little deranged, but she had harbored similar thoughts about Asch, and...

"Empress," she corrected him, watching his expression.

[thatgoldentime]

"Of course I am a God-General, Natalia!" This question seems to agitate the mercurial Dist. A hand pounds the chair-arm as he gestures with the other. "How could someone of my caliber possibly be anything less?"

He is about to continue on his diatribe when he even gets CORRECTED by Natalia. For a given amount of correction, that is. Dist's voice manages to ratchet through and along several octaves as he speaks. It's almost like listening to a megalomaniacal train wreck. "Empress? No no no, have you been paying no attention whatsoever? Peony is most certainly male, making him an Emperor."

[velvet_glove]

She tilted her head, examining him more carefully, but the bluster was doing nothing to help his case. "In my experience," she began, not yet sure whether she should be amused, "the God-Generals are a steadfast group." Natalia had met several of them; they had never flailed at her. "But then, I suppose..."

Well, this one was male. What else could she expect?

And Natalia was still thinking along these lines when he added his next bit of nonsense, which made her reply less than thoroughly tactful. "A male emperor? Are you mad?" Besides, logically-speaking... "As if anyone would ever name a son 'Peony'."

[thatgoldentime]

"Of course we are. We've accomplished so much together!" Like dropping big hunks of the planet into a poisonous abyss, but hey, who's counting?

Her assertion, then, causes Dist to fold his arms in a huff. "What do you mean, mad? I'm not mad!" He fistshakes in a terrible nerd rage. "Why do people keep calling me mad, as if my genius was the product of some kind of mental dysfunction! My sanity is quite obvious to behold, why do these ignorant savages not comprehend this?"

Still in the throes of his diatribe, Dist begins floating in his chair over across the hall. "Come with me, Natalia." He halts over next to a somewhat flattering picture of the Emperor, likely painted on commission at some point after his ascension. "I can understand that the long hair might have thrown you off, Natalia, but seriously, Malkuth has ALWAYS had an Emperor here, and always will! If you don't like his name, go take it up with him! It's not /my/ job to defend him!"