Log Post: The Exorcism of Yami no Wuffles
The best place to attempt an exorcism, Necrofear had decided, was her bathroom. It offered excellent acoustics and plenty of counter space, and she wouldn't have any reason to mourn its destruction if things went catastrophically wrong.
So she painted the walls and mirror with cryptic symbols, scattered dried herbs and spices everywhere, set out candles of varying colors and sizes, and filled the sink with every small occult item she thought might come in handy in a worst-case scenario. Organs in jars would have improved the atmosphere, but Fidgets's organs remained, regrettably, inside Fidgets.
On the floor beside the bathtub she set an empty glass Coca-Cola bottle wrapped in a towel, along with a silver funnel, a bucket of ice cubes, and a curly straw, then stepped back to admire her work.
Yes, this was definitely a good plan.
So she painted the walls and mirror with cryptic symbols, scattered dried herbs and spices everywhere, set out candles of varying colors and sizes, and filled the sink with every small occult item she thought might come in handy in a worst-case scenario. Organs in jars would have improved the atmosphere, but Fidgets's organs remained, regrettably, inside Fidgets.
On the floor beside the bathtub she set an empty glass Coca-Cola bottle wrapped in a towel, along with a silver funnel, a bucket of ice cubes, and a curly straw, then stepped back to admire her work.
Yes, this was definitely a good plan.