[Dust settles in little crop circles around the floor where Tina slowly skipped around, kicking at the mess in idle motion. She'd spent quite a deal of time here being gray, like no, literally gray. It was like she'd been frozen in time, from emotions, color and desires. But now? Now Tina was back, only she didn't seem as lively as she normally is.

Her skipping seems forced, like she's a rag doll being dangled about on a string, even the song that left her lips as breaking up on an unsteady voice.]

I'm suddenly sad~ ... And I don't know why~♪

[Sighing, Tina flopped to the floor, her bracelet catching the mess she'd made in what used to be her room. She's been tampering with home made explosives (sorry if you're a neighbor of hers, er whoops.) Licking at the dust and making it froth up in her mouth, maybe pretending to be a zombie would cheer her up?]

Ugh, it's no fun blowing myself up. If my big brudda was here, he'd let me bite 'em and then we could run around all like snap son, dems be some badass zombies yo! Kill'em with fire!! Sigh~

[What? Psychopathic little girls can miss people and get homesick too, you know.]

OHAI SUCKAZ!

If yas would puh~lease divert ya attention~ [spoken in a fake french accent because why not.] in my magnificent direction, cuz I gotz some important info for ya crania's! For ya domes~ For yas grillz, for ya chromes... Freestylin' dats what I'm talkin' bout HM!

[The young girl addressing the city was standing in the open window of her allocated bedroom, behind her could be seen the wonderful district of Loki. Wearing a monocle made out of the bottom of a broken green glass bottle and the use of the chain from inside the toilet cistern Sorry Zevran! used like a tie to hold her homemade curtain-cape over her shoulders, which blew dramatically behind her in the breeze.]

My name is Barroness Buttsworth, from the bootylicious burrow of Buttzville, Pandora. Blegh! So many beez! SO MAHNEH!! Zzzzzzzuh!

[Wiggling her tongue around and smacking her lip, because damn if that wasn't a mouthful to say. Tina composed herself and cleared her throat.]

Ahem! [Her tone turned into the kind of voice over you hear at the start of movies, you know the kind! All dramatic and serious. Like that!] I have taken over control of this world, as ya new strong badass leader. In doin' so, I have planted my mines in various locations around the City.

[She started to hop around carelessly on the window ledge, on tiptoes foot at a time. Talking in a little sing-song voice.]

Don't step on the mines, or ya blow off ya toes~♪ Blow off ya toes~♪ Blow off ya toes~♪
Don't step on the mines, or ya BOOM!!!

[After her little outburst, Tina turned dramatically so she was facing outside. Turning her head back over a shoulder, looking back into he video feed, her lazy eye taking its sweet ass time to follow her glance.]

Your doomy fait of er.... Impending doom can be avoided by completing one, easy, task. Bring me all the stuffed toys yas got and I shall be a fair an' just leader! Or don't [She shrugged and smiled crookedly.] It ain't no biggie!

[She's just a little girl, having a little fun. But stuffed toys would be awesomesauce!]



((ooc/ This here is what Tina's quirky voice patterns sound like to help you get a better feel of her talking!))

[The sound of a busy city square comes through first, with a bustling crowd muffled in the background. If you listen closely, you can hear someone... singing?]

[And he told our poor minstrel to leave or be hit, / before climbing a wall, the rude little-- oof-]

[That over with, a new voice, far less muffled and with an entirely different accent comes on the line:] Ah, if you fine citizens would indulge me so, I do wonder: what do you know of elves?