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Tikki liked to think of herself as a Zen little bug goddess. She, in fact, prided herself on spitting at the stereotypical ‘Vengeful Goddess’ archetype. She didn’t snap when Hippolyta’s amazons turned on her. She only turned a blind eye to the fact that Plagg’s little side project to cause worldwide conflict should have ended for a few years as revenge for Joan’s death, twenty was enough for her to level her head again. The last time the physical manifestation of Creation snapped, frankly, was Atlantis. No, that was, in fact, NOT Plagg’s fault. Just like the concept of disease wasn’t Tikki’s. See the two universal constants have an agreement of sorts, a pact if you will. If one of them accidentally snaps or messes up and slips into the other’s domain, whoever was completely sane at the time took the blame for whatever destruction was wrought and kept balance while they cooled down. This deal began after the two had gotten drunk when Tikki (in all her ill-begotten wisdom) created the concept of inebriation and accidentally created Humans with Plagg’s help while testing said concept. Seeing their mistake (because honestly, which of them had the idea of making them more intelligent monkeys? Even if the things were sort of cute), they decided that being prepared for future mishaps would be a good idea. Hence, THE PACT™ was instated to always have someone keeping a cool head, and the universal balance in check should something go wrong.
Since THE PACT™ was instated about six millennia ago, it has been invoked a total of six times, discounting humans, each Kwami taking the blame for three of them. The first time they invoked THE PACT™ was actually Tikki’s fault, she had taken a liking to this one human who knew an excellent sweet-mush recipe, and a T-Rex had eaten the poor girl. In response, Tikki had rained fire and brimstone on the stupid lizards, after Plagg made sure that a coincidental earthquake protected a safe breeding population of Humans from the Goddess’s incoherent wrath. Once Tikki had calmed down a bit, she was so embarrassed she made it rain for a month in penance for evaporating most of the sea. Invocations two and three were Plagg’s and Tikki’s, respectively, but they both agreed to never talk about them. Needless to say that people got sick much more frequently and now had to deal with overpowering lust on occasion.
Four was the famous black plague caused when the two of them had jointly decided that they hated the Huns. Tikki chose to take the role of Balance Holder for it since Plagg had been all too ready to create something with the power to punish the bastards. She did get a bit of a chuckle at Plaggs annoyance when they used their punishment to develop biological warfare, though. After the two and all their fellow concepts made gods had been trapped in Jewelry, JEWELRY OF ALL THINGS, Tikki had created a few, hundred, thousand, Tsunamis for the Atlanteans. They were the ones who insisted that they needed more water (she would never understand those island weirdos). Honestly, Plagg didn’t blame Tikki for taking that one. He was pretty close to destroying their civilization in revenge for the Kwamis’ containment too. Cancer had been created because Plagg decided to poke around in their old work while annoyed at humans for mistreating his current chosen and had poked one of the Chromosomes the wrong way. Tikki had been saddened to take the fall for that one, but she did, and it eased the guilt she had for not checking up on the cat and his chosen. But since the Scorecard was even, both of them had agreed that would be the last time THE PACT™ would ever be needed. Except now, Tikki decided it would be.