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1 hour ago, EmulatonStromenkiin said:

Random Fellow accepted, then set Emma on fire.

The fire hovers coming within inches of Emma. Beads of sweat roll down her face. Palms rotating upward, the fire roars towards the chandelier. 

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12 minutes ago, EmulatonStromenkiin said:

While she is distracted, her clothes turn into flame. 

 

Emma hardly seems to notice she is on fire. The flame grows and takes on the appearance of a leopord, it prowls around setting things on fire.

Posted
28 minutes ago, EmulatonStromenkiin said:

Random Fellow pets the flame leopard. He then sets fire to the sun again, reigniting it.(it had been out since almost page 25)

"I'd forgotten what real light is like."

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The lead chicken walked forward in a tuxedo, "yes, Doctor, we have taken what was rightfully ours. You see, this land was legally declared the chicken's sovereign territory in the year 1902 by the grand republic of the universe. You had no right to build your clinic here. You are hereby evicted from this property." 

Posted
10 minutes ago, The Bookwyrm said:

"What's going on here?"

"Something about chickens taking over the clinic. Though that is easily remedied. I am curious to see where this is going."

Posted
1 minute ago, Thaidakar the Ghostblood said:

A chicken walked toward Wizard and said, "we like you, however, you are allowed to stay."

"Actually I'm still Emma right now. Wizard doesn't mind for now, though he might change faster than me. I would be amused to see how you are going to keep Calano out of this clinic, given it's in his pocket dimension."

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Just now, The Wandering Wizard said:

"Actually I'm still Emma right now. Wizard doesn't mind for now, though he might change faster than me. I would be amused to see how you are going to keep Calano out of this clinic, given it's in his pocket dimension."

"it never was his pocket dimension. All pocket dimensions are their own to keep." The chicken smiled somehow, "for now, we shall organize the clinic."

Posted (edited)
7 minutes ago, Thaidakar the Ghostblood said:

"for now, we shall organize the clinic."

"Good luck with that." Emma falls through the floor into a portal disappearing inside the clinic.

Edited by The Wandering Wizard
Posted

"This is no longer your domain! The Pocket Treaty of 1933 stated that all chickens were to give up their pocket dimensions to humans of science! How dare you disgrace that treaty!"

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