The imp had all sorts of further plans for the pen. A life of pure luxury. A personal harem. Binding the souls of a few old enemies to his will... but with some frustration found he couldn't bring himself to jot any of these down. A contract was a contract, and while Joe would, in the imp's shoes, take a few desperate measures for self-preservation, he was too damn humble to wish for any of that... and with the wizard never likely to dismiss him, he'd have to deal with that pesky issue of staying in character for quite some time.
He could, at least, try to get everyone else off his back. That Grimes fellow was bad news. So naturally he wrote, "Eric Grimes will never return to this office or interact with me, nor pass any notes about me on to any superiors." That should cover it, he thought. Now he just needed to work out what it'd take to get his Joe persona to really open up and live a little.
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The wizard just gazed at Penta through the door to his office as he sipped his morning coffee. How wasit that he, never being personally interested in romance or fancy technology, could be falling for this... computer girl? And how would a relationship between them even work? She was tethered to the walls with all those cords after all. He sipped and pondered this matter right up until the clock displayed in a corner of the eyes he was so lovingly gazing into clicked over to 10:03.
Setting down his cup, he strode into the office, plopped himself onto the desk next to his computer, and began to caress her. He also began to change. As his lips met that impossibly smooth skin, his beard melted away, as did the robes keeping their bodies apart. His skin took on the same smoothness as he shrunk to the same height, with similar curves and bands, just with the colors somewhat reversed. Pure white skin with a few bands of vivid pink.
The wizard, too amorous to be particularly aware of any of these changes, wrapped around her in an embrace, and acting on instinct, pried at the slit along her shoulder, opening up a hidden panel to reveal an intimidating multipronged port. A matching plug formed on the wizard's arm, along with just the right indentation for the open flap to snap into as the wizard moved to a more comfortable position and plugged snugly in.
As the two computer women, which was the only proper way to describe the wizard now, held each other in a loving embrace, Penta's eyes flared, displaying windows and progress bars indicating a newly connected device, and transfer options. Immediately both began to exchange entire affection files, and intimate secrets.txt without password protection. Both entered a state of bliss so pure their drives whirred and they seemed to freeze for nearly 10 minutes, before continuing to share everything with each other until they were truly one.
Seated on the desk then was what could almost pass for a life-sized statue of two women in a rather erotic embrace, safe for the flickering screens the pink one had for eyes, and the prominent product logos. Simply "Penta" on one woman's breast, and "Penta Wizard Drive" on the ass of the other.
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Meanwhile, Rebecca Frost flipped through the heavy file that had been left on her desk that morning. Eric, the only other really solid field agent in the area had just dumped his active caseloads on her desk the minute he'd gotten a promotion, and zipped himself straight off to the Toronto offices without so much as a goodbye. It seemed like quite a doozy, too. Loss of identity, insurance fraud, the same damn wizard involved in half her cases from last year. She had a gut reaction the sudden hand-off of all this onto her plate was part of this too. Probably a good call to bring some serious protection along for a followup. Especially for dealing with this Joe guy.