Moon Watchers ~The RP~

[delbosque]

Grinning wide, P-51 pulled a small scrap of fabric out of her pocket, holding her arm straight out with the bit of cloth dangling on display. It looked like something that had been hurriedly cut off of the hem of a shirt or something.  

[Jasae Bushae]

Gaping i n amazmentness the masked plushie stared
"Is that from Lutia?" @_@  

[delbosque]

P-51 grinned so hard her eyes became little squinty slits.
She nodded emphatically.
"Wanna hold it?"  

[Jasae Bushae]

Mutly the masked plushie nodded.
Staring at the cloth in wonderment for this was the thing religions were founded upon!  

[delbosque]

P-51 held the cloth scrap out to drop it into the plushie's hands.
"Cool, huh?" she said.  

[Jasae Bushae]

"We should build a temple around it!"
The shrouded disguised mystery plushie exlclaimed in wondermentness  

[delbosque]

"Ooh, fun idea!" the hyper little girl clapped her hands and hopped.
"Hm... let's build a model here as a box to keep it in, and then go find a place in the city to build a real temple!"  

[Jasae Bushae]

"That sounds grand!"
The mystery plushie exclaimed
"What should it look like though?"
He asked with much ponderment  

[delbosque]

P-51 bounced over to her desk and pulled out a stack of colored construction paper and a jumbled box of broken crayons.

Frantically scribbling, she went through several sheets of the paper, creating outlines of a structure that looked like a ziggurat... with a dome on top of it.  

[supremeviva]

Tictac rise his head up off of the floor and looks back and P-51.

"What with tall the racket missy?" The Churtle says.  

[delbosque]

P-51 looked up and grinned wide, holding up some of the scribbled drawings.

"Look, Plushie and I are planning to build a shrine for this scrap of fabric from Lutia's shirt!"

She pointed at the fabric that the masked plushie was holding.  

[supremeviva]

The giant Churtle blinks a moment then strolls over to them. In the blink of a eye the churtle pluck the cloth away and takes out the door laughing manically.  

[delbosque]

"Nooooo!" P-51 squeaked in horror, her hands in front of her mouth. "TicTac, how could you!"

She pointed dramatically. "After him!" Whereupon she took off after the churtle, expecting the plushie to follow along with her.  

[supremeviva]

Tictac sqwacks and flies up to the roof of the building.  

[delbosque]

P-51 watched wide-eyed, then pouted a little. "Now what?" she said, mostly to herself.