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TIKI BATTLE!
So preliminary work was accomplished during the morning. All was quiet on the tiki front. I was alone except for Merlyn, my Burmese nanny cat. A light lunch, back to work....
Cat klaxon sounds! ZOMG!
NO, TIKIS OMG!
Checked the spells and other protections, made sure the brave but geriatic cat was barricaded into the bedroom, bolted into the back hallway-- The tikis made it into the sunken livingroom! The little ones crawled off the walls or something, I don't know, I thought that...
Oh-oh.
We secured the borders.
With the tikis inside.
ARGH! Quick! I learned a spell last week just for such occasions! I mentally drew and enclosed the 3D box, and then--
SPLOOSH. A fragrant tsunami redolent of rosemary, orange, and clove rolled through the house, knocking the tikis off their metaphysical feet. Like a majestic sailing ship, tikis in arms, the Hedgewitch appeared from the depths of the tiki lair.
"Ugh," she said, setting the large tikis on the couch. "Can you box these up? I've got to wash my hands, ugh, ugh, ugh."
No, the tikis were not dusty. (Do *not* screw with a hedgewitch working on an earth-air axis. She has stones and herbs, gang.)
Can I box these up? Eventually. Sleeves rolled up... Turned out I could energetically box them up, but not cleanse them. Just too tired, or they were full of too much wickedness. (To be fair, the tikis are not evil, per se--but they play for another team, and they have not been getting what they want from their team, not for a long time.) It's rather amazing that the Iceman and the Wizard held out so long against tiki weirdness.
So I confined the tikis to the living room, in a small area. The Hedgewitch blasted tiki residue...tiki energy bleeds purple, apparently. I asked the Shaman if he could finish the cleansing when he had a moment. Later on I checked, and sure enough, no sense of evil.
In fact, the tikis were behaving a lot like a cricket in the lair of a very large cat.
A hungry cat.
The Shaman does get this certain smile after he's been working. (Never anger a shaman who has friends in high places.)
I checked to make sure nothing else nasty was trapped inside with us, sealed the tikis back up just for safety, and resealed our boundaries. I also complimented the Wizard about handling the tiki wickedness so well.
"What tikis?" he asked. (Seriously, they annoyed him so he learned to make them invisible.)
No wonder the tikis were so grumpy. Everyone they had direct access to ignored them.
Once I am sure what Hurricane Man's wishes are in this matter, I will see the tikis carefully wrapped and boxed until this particular grouping of powers has scattered to other venues. In the meantime, Merlyn still insists on coming out, yelling at the tikis in passing, inspecting the empty tiki hut, and warning me about the water demons.
Cat klaxon sounds! ZOMG!
NO, TIKIS OMG!
Checked the spells and other protections, made sure the brave but geriatic cat was barricaded into the bedroom, bolted into the back hallway-- The tikis made it into the sunken livingroom! The little ones crawled off the walls or something, I don't know, I thought that...
Oh-oh.
We secured the borders.
With the tikis inside.
ARGH! Quick! I learned a spell last week just for such occasions! I mentally drew and enclosed the 3D box, and then--
SPLOOSH. A fragrant tsunami redolent of rosemary, orange, and clove rolled through the house, knocking the tikis off their metaphysical feet. Like a majestic sailing ship, tikis in arms, the Hedgewitch appeared from the depths of the tiki lair.
"Ugh," she said, setting the large tikis on the couch. "Can you box these up? I've got to wash my hands, ugh, ugh, ugh."
No, the tikis were not dusty. (Do *not* screw with a hedgewitch working on an earth-air axis. She has stones and herbs, gang.)
Can I box these up? Eventually. Sleeves rolled up... Turned out I could energetically box them up, but not cleanse them. Just too tired, or they were full of too much wickedness. (To be fair, the tikis are not evil, per se--but they play for another team, and they have not been getting what they want from their team, not for a long time.) It's rather amazing that the Iceman and the Wizard held out so long against tiki weirdness.
So I confined the tikis to the living room, in a small area. The Hedgewitch blasted tiki residue...tiki energy bleeds purple, apparently. I asked the Shaman if he could finish the cleansing when he had a moment. Later on I checked, and sure enough, no sense of evil.
In fact, the tikis were behaving a lot like a cricket in the lair of a very large cat.
A hungry cat.
The Shaman does get this certain smile after he's been working. (Never anger a shaman who has friends in high places.)
I checked to make sure nothing else nasty was trapped inside with us, sealed the tikis back up just for safety, and resealed our boundaries. I also complimented the Wizard about handling the tiki wickedness so well.
"What tikis?" he asked. (Seriously, they annoyed him so he learned to make them invisible.)
No wonder the tikis were so grumpy. Everyone they had direct access to ignored them.
Once I am sure what Hurricane Man's wishes are in this matter, I will see the tikis carefully wrapped and boxed until this particular grouping of powers has scattered to other venues. In the meantime, Merlyn still insists on coming out, yelling at the tikis in passing, inspecting the empty tiki hut, and warning me about the water demons.
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I'm glad to know Merlyn is on the case, and that you are so adept at dealing with such things.
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This is a good thing.