Because Ashelotte isn't the most mature nine-tailed Rufie in the pack, in fact a packing peanut has her beat, she thought it fun to go ahead and make a doll of herself at the Build a Tickle-Me-[Insert Name Here] Workshop. It was just going to be a gag but the young-spirited thing had suddenly found herself more deeply involved. First came the personality and voice sampling - what joy that was.
"Is this thing even on?"
"No. I'm not going to say 'tee-hee' and neither is my doll! Ugh... fine...."
"Tee-hee! Keep staring at me like that and I'm going to have to charge extra."
"Tee-hee! I'll kill you if it takes me a thousand years, Alicia...."
"Tee-hee! I wuv you Circe!"
"Tee-hee! 'You win....' Ahaha! Did you really think I was serious?!"
"Tee-hee! I. Hate. You. With love!"
"Tee-hee! I swear, I didn't start that fire!"
"Tee-hee! Uh... it was like that when I got here, I promise."
"AAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA... what?"
"Tee-hee! Mercy is a human luxury... and responsibility."
"Should I make your pulse rise? Or... STOP!? Tee-hee!"
"Tee-hee!"
"*Yawn*"
There were also a whole bunch of implicative feminine sounds that can't be described in a PG-13 setting, but the first rule of Fight Club is we don't talk about those. The next part was oh-so fun; movement. This was definitely where Ashelotte truly shined. If her doll didn't confuse and scare the poodoo out of little children already, that is....
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=krNyEn1CKGY
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MWz84APw6zw
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=A67ZkAd1wmI
The final part was the finishing touches. At the tailoring shop, she had her black armor-ani blouse, sash, polkadot stockings and platform high-heel boots all redone in miniature scale; it was adorable, she though. They even made it a little electrite version of the
Nameless Blade. This doll was probably going to cost an arm and a leg... so to speak.