The Faustian (Moondazed and Professor Loki Caprion)
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				Title: <strong>The Faustian (Moondazed and Professor Loki Caprion)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Professor Loki Caprion</strong> on <strong>27-02-2016, 04:27:51</strong>
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				It was raining. Of course it was. It seemed like it'd been raining for weeks on end, which made most drivers on the interstate suddenly forget how their gas pedals worked. Those who weren't riding their brakes were flying past at speeds unsafe even for dry pavement. Most didn't have their lights on, even though it was more than dark enough to warrant it. Connor was relieved when he finally pulled in to the parking lot of his apartment building, prying his stress-tightened grip from his steering wheel and trying to calm down from the frustrating commute.<br><br>That rough stretch of time from New Year's Day to Memorial Day, where there were no paid holidays in-between, could be trying as hell on the nerves. After cutting off the ignition in his ten-year-old Scion, he pursed his lips and looked through the windshield at the torrential downpour. Connor was wondering to himself if he should wait a few moments to see if the rain would relent, but he also just wanted to go inside after the long work week he'd suffered through. When the pattering of drops on the outside of his boxy car seemed to slow to a reasonable rate, he decided to take that chance to get inside. He swung out his door, stepping out of the safe, warm confines of his vehicle... and directly into a water-filled pothole that was deep enough to soak the hem of his slacks.<br><br>Of course it was.<br><br>By that point, Connor didn't care how wet he or his clothing became, so he locked up his car and walked at a casual pace up the stairs and into his building. The mailbox held only one item; an offer for a credit card that he already had. Tucking that bit of junk mail into his inner coat pocket, he trudged down to the sunken lower level of apartments and worked his keys into the finicky deadbolt of apartment 103. After only half a minute of struggling, during which Connor again promised himself he'd contact maintenance about it, the bolt slid free and the door swung open. Connor's dark, empty apartment was just as he'd left it.<br><br>The apartment was surprisingly nice, considering the economy and being afforded by a single inhabitant -- Connor's living arrangement was the one thing he didn't worry too much about. Closing and re-bolting the door behind himself, Connor dropped the credit card application on the end table and flicked on the lights. The living room was just large enough for a sofa, a single (and very comfortable) recliner, television, and a few bookshelves full of books, DVDs and board games that were mostly never played. Back home, Connor enjoyed such things with his friends, so he kept buying them out of reflex. Ever since he moved away, he kept buying games out of habit, despite having nobody to play them with. His coworkers were only interested in football and bars, and he was just too introverted to try to make friends like he'd done back in his high school and college days.<br><br>Trudging down the hall, past the unused guest room, Connor finally arrived in his bedroom. He carefully placed his tie on the rack in his closet, but the muddied slacks and soaked shirt were dumped into the hamper along with everything else. Then came the time to test just how hot the shower could go. While the water heated up to his liking, he idly muttered a tune to himself -- strangely a song that had no right to be in his mind at that moment.<br><br>"Just a city boy... born and raised in south Detroit..."<br><br>As he stepped into the shower and let the scalding water wash away he tensions, his voice grew stronger -- if his neighbors were home, they'd have heard for sure. By the time he'd gotten to lathering up his hair, he was positively belting out the lyrics to the Journey song at the top of his lungs.<br><br>"Don't stop! Believin'! Hold on to that feeeeeeeliiiiiiin'!"<br><br>The lyrics held a bit of irony that wasn't lost on him, as he'd given up hope long ago. He'd settled into what he called a "holding pattern." Work, food, some sort of solo entertainment, then sleep. Gym three times a week, but making sure to go at the times when there were few people about. Fridays were not gym days. Fridays were days where he would sometimes find himself in bed by 8:00.<br><br>After finishing his shower, and his second encore of the same song, he slipped in to a clean pair of boxer shorts and fell back onto his bed. He wasn't sure if he wanted to bother doing anything else, or if he'd maybe just sleep like usual. He surely couldn't be so predictable, though, could he? He turned his head to the side to look at his alarm clock.<br><br>7:55.<br><br>Of course it was.<br><br>Fumbling for the remote control, he decided to at least look to see if anything on television could distract him from the repetition he'd fallen in to. One of the later Harry Potter movies was on, and he found himself staring at Emma Watson for a moment before flipping the channel. The pretty traffic girl on channel 5 was talking about how awful the traffic was -- no shit. There was a new movie out this weekend expected to break all kinds of records; and of course, all the clips were of some beautiful people. Every channel, every show, everything just looked so much better than where Connor had found himself, lately. <br><br>One of the entertainment channels had some red-carpet interview at the premiere of that apparently important movie, and the interviewer (pretty, of course) was asking the actress (gorgeous, naturally) about was she was wearing. The actress responded with a smile, but an eye-roll, pointing out that it didn't matter and that, perhaps, the reporter should ask something with more substance, rather than treat actresses like dress-up dolls to parade about.<br><br>That made Connor smile a bit. One of the beautiful people that was trying to buck the trend, even if it were an unpopular thing to do. That just made the actress all the more appealing to him, of course. Not that she'd care.<br><br>Sinking his head back into his pillows, Connor's smile faded into a sigh, his eyes half-closing as he watched the actress deflect more questions about her attire. "I'd sell my soul to be happy with a woman like that," he grumbled to himself off-handedly.<br><br>Connor's eyes couldn't help but fully slip shut as he drifted into a light slumber. The clock by his bedside ticked from 7:59 to 8:00.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Faustian (Moondazed and Professor Loki Caprion)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Moondazed</strong> on <strong>27-02-2016, 05:52:08</strong>
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				Being the overlord of Hell was a pretty sweet gig.&nbsp; Who wouldn't enjoy being in complete control of the torment of wayward souls, having legions of demons at one's beck and call, answering to no one as long as the balance between good and evil was maintained?&nbsp; Known by many names and descriptions throughout time, it was unclear if the overlord had ever been human, and really, that isn't germane to our tale.&nbsp; Any humanity that may or may not have existed at the beginning had long since been twisted, perverted, distorted, even excised, as the centuries passed and the great scales of humanity were clearly defined.&nbsp; The overlord hadn't spent much energy trying to manipulate the perceptions of the humans, leaving that to demons who spread mayhem and madness throughout the population, feeding fears and inciting paranoia.&nbsp; As long as the great scale remained within a couple of degrees of balanced, the overlord saw no reason to expend energy on human perception.&nbsp; The poor pathetic creatures did a wonderful job of inciting horrors and torments to be found in the depths of Hell and it didn't matter one whit whether or not they were correct.<br><br>Trouble is, centuries of doing the same job, even if it's a hedonistic and self-indulgent job, left the overlord a bit bored.&nbsp; Hell worked like a well-oiled machine, and other than dealing with an occasional wayward demon or hellhound, there was little excitement in the overlord's life.&nbsp; At this point it's useful to mention that the overlord had no real gender, being a creature capable of morphing into any form or figure, any creature great or small, and while the overlord's true form was that of a great beast with great flaming horns and greasy skin black as pitch, amusement was sometimes found in ruling the Underworld in other forms.&nbsp; Although it was never spoken of directly, the overlord found great amusement in observing humankind.&nbsp; Such weak, wishy washy beings, capable of greatness but woefully ignorant of that fact the majority of the time, few things sparked the overlord's interest to the degree that humans did.&nbsp; Certainly angels bored one to sleep, with all of the singing and glowing and alabaster skin.&nbsp; What could be more dull than constant positivity?&nbsp; No, the overlord preferred the mercurial nature of humans, possessing good and evil, love and hate, and wielding such powerful things with such blatant ignorance.<br><br>On very rare occasions the overlord heard the siren song of a human eager to sell their soul, saving his minions from having to corrupt or lead astray, offering a 'meal' so delectable that it left the overlord sated for decades.&nbsp; So many times the pathetic creatures said such things but didn't mean them, sometimes surprisingly immune to the influence of the Hellborn.&nbsp; Rarely did the overlord bother with following the threads of wayward souls that swayed like gossamer webs from above, whispering a sweet sussurus of temptation that kept the overlord's legions occupied.&nbsp; On this day, though, the overlord sat atop the throne of Hell watching over the torment of souls with something approaching disinterest, the essence of the last pure soul convinced to sacrifice their purity long faded and leaving a bit of a hole in the black heart.&nbsp; Thoughts distant and rather unfocused, there was a sudden wave of brilliant color and a surge of excitement coursed through veins that pulsed with ichor.&nbsp; A pure soul had cried out in the night (if you could call 8pm night, even the Hellbound found that pathetic!) and the overlord itself rose from the throne, and bellowed a claim as it dissolved to mist and followed the pull of the brilliant light of an offered soul aglow.<br><br>Following the thread, absorbing the thoughts of the target, a haze formed in the small bedroom and began to loosely assume the voluptuous form of the actress Connor desired.&nbsp; Eyes glowing a deep, faint red, shadows took the form of flesh, becoming clearer, coming into full existence, until the woman's doppelganger stood beside the bed, clad in something not exactly risque, but exceedingly flattering.&nbsp; Grinning like a Cheshire cat, she gingerly crawled into bed, sliding beneath the sheet and pressing her warm flesh to the side of the man who wanted her enough to sell his soul.&nbsp; Slipping into his thoughts as well, she manipulated him into thinking he was dreaming as her hand glided up his chest and she whispered huskily, "Darling..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Faustian (Moondazed and Professor Loki Caprion)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Professor Loki Caprion</strong> on <strong>29-02-2016, 01:22:37</strong>
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				The haze of drowsiness held on to Connor's mind for a while. He felt that odd tugging awake that one only felt when they hadn't slept nearly enough, but the sensation only lasted a moment as it seemed he was slipping right back into the deep dreaming.<br><br><em>"Darling..."</em><br><br>His eyes began to flutter open at the word, first noticing the ceiling of his bedroom. Instinctively, his head lolled to look over at his alarm clock.<br><br>8:22.<br><br>It seemed like the right time, but something about the scene seemed <em>wrong</em>, somehow. That strange, otherworldly sensation that accompanied the senses when one was dreaming, but was also cognizant of that fact. Connor had heard of "lucid dreaming," before, and since then he'd never had a chance to experience it. He was still turning the idea over in his mind when he realized he could feel a warm form in the bed beside him. He hadn't conjured anything with his mind; was that how lucid dreaming worked? He was partially expecting to find something horrifying when he looked in the other direction - but he did it, anyway.<br><br>Thankfully, horror was the last thing that came to mind as he laid eyes upon the actress that he'd seen on the television not long before. He blinked, he smiled, and he... could not, for the life of him, recall her name. She was looking at him expectantly, her hand placed upon his chest. It was only then that he'd realized that <em>she </em>had been the one to say "darling." That made sense, being as this had to be a dream. Actresses didn't just appear in his bed. <br><br>Instead of attempting to recall her name, he just gave a sleepy reply; "oh... hey, honey."<br><br>He cringed at the casual tone he adopted. Then again, she was in his bed, so he had to assume they were on a comfortable basis with each other. Though perhaps not a first name basis, as he didn't know hers. Maybe he could call her anything? This was a dream after all.<br><br>Though if it wasn't, and he called her the wrong name... hell hath no fury, so the saying went.<br><br>"Is, um... is everything alright?"<br><br>It seemed like the safest question, for the moment. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Faustian (Moondazed and Professor Loki Caprion)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Moondazed</strong> on <strong>01-03-2016, 05:14:21</strong>
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				Smiling sweetly, her hand drifted downward as she nestled closer against his side.<br><br>"Let's check and see, shall we?"<br><br>Fingertips playing along the contours of his chest and abs, she paused for a moment when she reached the waistband of his boxers.&nbsp; Leaning forward, her hair falling to tickle his arm and chest, she extended her impossibly long tongue to flick at his nipple as her palm slid over soft fabric and cupped his balls.<br><br>"Mmmm... I'd say things are better than alright...", she purred.
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				Post by: <strong>Professor Loki Caprion</strong> on <strong>04-03-2016, 04:19:57</strong>
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				That long tongue should have been his indicator that something was quite wrong with the situation, not to mention he'd never even personally met the woman currently licking him with it. Connor squirmed at the attention, though he actually let out a surprised yelp as the actress' hand took gentle hold of his package. It'd been a very, very long time since someone (else) had touched him in such a way, and without even realizing it, Connor leapt out of bed to stare wide-eyed at his... lover?<br><br>"Whoa! Hold on, um..." he took a wild guess at the actress' name: "Kayla."<br><br>Wrong. But it'd have to do.<br><br>"I, um..." Was this a dream? Connor assumed he'd be able to act a lot more suavely in a dream, "we should go out for dinner, tonight!"<br><br>He mentally chided himself for having that be the best thing he could say -- but fuck it! If he was having a dream about an actress in his bed, he was going to play it by his own rules.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Moondazed</strong> on <strong>06-03-2016, 01:48:11</strong>
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				Pouting fetchingly, she exerted a bit more influence as she moved to the edge of the bed and looked up at him coquettishly.<br><br>"Wouldn't you rather come back to bed?"<br><br>Reaching out, she traced the contour of his sex with a fingertip.
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				Post by: <strong>Professor Loki Caprion</strong> on <strong>07-03-2016, 01:35:46</strong>
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				It was a very, very compelling request. Connor even found himself taking a step forward as Kayla (definitely not her name) touched his erecting cock through his boxers again. She was his lover, and she was craving it. He had to give it to her...<br><br>But Connor paused again. If she was his lover, what was their last date? When did they meet? What was her <em>actual </em>name? <br><br>He narrowed his eyes and took a step back, looking quizzically down at the woman in his bed. "I would, yeah," he finally replied, "but... but not yet. Are you... feeling alright?"<br><br>Was this how she usually acted? Something wasn't adding up, and Connor felt both aroused and uneasy about his newfound blessing.
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				Post by: <strong>Moondazed</strong> on <strong>08-03-2016, 16:52:16</strong>
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				She found it quite intriguing that he wasn't simply folding under her influence, what a delightful development!&nbsp; It hadn't occured to the Overlord that a human may not just give in to base desires and suddenly the game was even more interesting.&nbsp; <br><br>"Suit yourself."<br><br>Rising with a sweet smile, she walked to his bedroom door then paused, turning so that he got the full effect of her voluptuous figure clothed in rich copper silk that fell below her knees.&nbsp; The color accented her mahogany eyes beautifully and she gave him a little wave before leaving the room.
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				Post by: <strong>Professor Loki Caprion</strong> on <strong>10-03-2016, 02:42:37</strong>
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				The longer the scene continued, the more Connor began to believe that this wasn't a dream at all. Normally, by now, something different would have happened. The first thought, of course, would be that Connor would have pounced upon and taken his alleged celebrity lover by then -- but he seemed to have more mental facilities than usual, in his dreams. Otherwise, something weird should have happened by now. Perhaps they would have suddenly had to fight off ninja aliens, or there would suddenly be a film crew around them, or she would rip off her mask and reveal she was actually Jared Fogle.<br><br>While he was thankful that none of that strangeness occurred, the unlikelihood of this situation being reality still seemed to be dwindling. Was something else afoot, here?<br><br>Of course, there was the possibility that being single so long had driven Connor insane. <br><br>"H-hey, where are you going?" he stammered out, still only in his boxers as he followed her out into his apartment.
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				Post by: <strong>Moondazed</strong> on <strong>13-03-2016, 23:52:16</strong>
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				The moment she was out of sight she dissipated, no longer corporeal but still invisibly present.&nbsp; After centuries of ruling the Underworld, she (we'll stick to that pronoun simply for convenience) had worked through every perversion, every kink, every dark way to torment a human body any resident of Hell had every devised, and the thrill had faded.&nbsp; It was still enjoyable, even sometimes amusing, but the edge had worn off long, long ago.&nbsp; Her minions were fairly simple creatures, feeding on death and destruction and the corruption of the human spirit, entirely absorbed in immediate gratification, but there was a small sect of demons whose senses were deeper than a puddle.&nbsp; The others found them laughable and heckled and mocked, making it difficult for them to feed in any way because they didn't fit in, so they were a secretive society whose methods and appetites were rumored but not known.&nbsp; The Overlord found them more and more interesting and frequently pondered tracking one down, although complete understanding of just how shallow and malicious the average resident of the Underworld was had stopped that endeavor so far.&nbsp; <br><br>This human was different and it spurred a deeply rooted desire to go beyond the usual physical torment, the usual deceit, the usual taking of what she wanted.&nbsp; This one made her wonder what lay beyond that horizon.
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				Post by: <strong>Professor Loki Caprion</strong> on <strong>15-03-2016, 02:18:25</strong>
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				Gone.<br><br>Connor blinked as he looked around at the empty living room and kitchen area. He checked the linen closet, the bathroom, even the small utility room that was almost completely occupied by a washer/dryer combo. She'd just vanished. Clearly, he had to have been dreaming... yet he was also definitely awake and standing in the middle of his apartment, clad only in his underwear, looking for a celebrity that had just been grabbing at his dick. <br><br>"Food," he said aloud to himself. <br><br>Clearly, his body had projected some kind of strange hallucination into his mind while he was sleeping so he'd get up and eat dinner like a good human should. Granted, it was about eight thirty at night and he ran the risk of getting heartburn, he felt like ordering a pizza. Besides; it was Friday, so he could stay up later and... eat pizza. Alone. The thought made him glare at his phone before picking it up, automatically dialing the number for the Señor Pizza around the corner. When he'd first moved in, Connor would always order from Señor Pizza because they were withing walking distance. The novelty of going to get his pizza wore off quickly, however, and they now knew to walk the pizza over to him.<br><br>Modern times - the extra tip money was worth not having to put on "people clothes".<br><br>He barely registered when the phone was picked up - it could have been a new girl answering the phone, or something. Instead, he just broke right into his order. "Hey, it's Connor Madden around the corner. Could I just get a medium thin crust, onion and mushroom... and... um..." He took a moment to peek into his refrigerator, then frown, "yeah, and a two-liter of Dr Pepper?"<br><br>He was truly partying like a wild man, that night.
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				Post by: <strong>Moondazed</strong> on <strong>23-03-2016, 04:59:13</strong>
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				Out of curiosity, she followed the phone line and entered the pizzeria.&nbsp; Pondering the easiest way to take another run at her prey, she watched with interest as the order was taken, then prepared, then put in the warmer until one of the employees finished the next order and grabbed it for delivery.&nbsp; She followed as he left, wondering if perhaps her prey might be interested in males touching his genitals instead.&nbsp; Slipping into the young man's mind, she took over operation seamlessly.&nbsp; Not all demons could do such things, it was a perk of being the Overlord, having had countless years of experience and the reserves of dark energy to call upon at will.<br><br>Pausing for a moment before pressing Connor's buzzer, she tweaked the appearance of her 'ride', making him more buff and classically handsome, giving him a surfer boy flair that came complete with bulging pecs.&nbsp; Opening the buttons of his shirt, she increased his nether endowment until it bulged obviously against his pants, then pressed the buzzer with a grin.
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				Post by: <strong>Professor Loki Caprion</strong> on <strong>25-03-2016, 01:16:18</strong>
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				While he was waiting for his bachelor's dinner, Connor put on some lounge clothing. Plaid flannel pajama bottoms and a gag T-shirt advertising "Sauron's Dark Ale (http://"http://www.teefury.com/sauron-s-dark-ale")" would be good enough for whoever comes to his door, he reasoned. He plopped into his sofa and clicked on the TV, flipping idly through the channels. Other than the infuriating election news, it seemed like there wasn't much to watch on Friday nights. The networks probably assumed most people would be out having a social life.<br><br>Not so for Connor, apparently.<br><br>His channel-surfing paused for a moment as he hit one of the premium channels - he could never keep track of which was which - because the sight of a pair of comely females kissing caught his eye. Connor had no earthly clue just what kind of movie it was, but apparently the two ladies had found love in a public restroom. He barely had time to figure out what was going on (other than the obvious) when his buzzer went off. Without really thinking about it, he left the channel where it was and got up to answer the door.<br><br>A casual look through the peephole revealed the glowing placard on top of a car from the pizza joint, and the distorted view of some guy in a baseball cap. With Connor's stomach suddenly growling, he became suddenly more grateful for living so close to food. Once the door was opened, however, Connor couldn't help but take a moment to look at the pizza guy. He looked kind of like one of the guys they'd sent before, but he was clearly taking better care of himself than any delivery driver had any right to. His glance was brief, however, as he pulled his wallet from his pajama pants. <br><br>"Hey, dude... how much is it, again?" he asked, fumbling with his cash and not giving the driver another look.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Faustian (Moondazed and Professor Loki Caprion)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Moondazed</strong> on <strong>29-03-2016, 15:00:23</strong>
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				The delivery boy didn't immediately answer, instead giving Connor a thorough once over, showing obvious interest.&nbsp; Stating the amount, he quirked a brow at the sounds coming from the TV in the apartment.<br><br>"Somebody's having a good time!"<br><br>Peering around Connor, he leered at the screen and then gave Connor a salacious grin, followed by a very obvious and lingering look at his groin.&nbsp; The Overlord didn't look at Connor's mind, actually enjoying the over-the-top exchange.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Professor Loki Caprion</strong> on <strong>10-04-2016, 21:26:02</strong>
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				As he got the money out, he looked up to notice the delivery boy very obviously staring. <br><br><em>"Okay... weird..."</em> Connor thought, <em>"maybe he's just stoned or something."</em><br><br>He was just starting to hand the money over to the driver as it was noted that, essentially, softcore porn was playing on his TV. Before he could even say he was just flipping channels, he noticed that his junk was being stared at.<br><br>"Um... yeah..." was all Connor could reply, before he just pressed the money into the driver's hand and took his pizza and soda. <br><br>With an afterthought, he wanted to at least ease down the delivery boy, so he called back into his empty apartment. "Honey, the food's here!"<br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>Moondazed</strong> on <strong>12-04-2016, 22:38:53</strong>
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				The delivery boys eyes slowly traveled upward as he took the money and when Connor called out, his expression grew suddenly grim.<br><br>"We both know you're here alone, Connor."<br><br>Turning on his heel he left without a backward glance and the Overlord considered taking out his frustration on a passerby with the possessed body, but the walk back to the pizzeria was short and there wasn't much time.&nbsp; Instead the Overlord slipped free of his mind and considered options.&nbsp; There were certainly enough people milling about that would be easy pickings, perhaps choosing an attractive woman and having her throw herself at him?&nbsp; Settling on a pretty young girl in a skin tight dress and high heels, clearly either a hooker or someone impersonating a hooker, the Overlord slipped into her mind, thrilled to his wicked core with a discovery that hadn't been obvious externally.&nbsp; There wasn't much enhancement needed, although her breasts swelled enough to give her ample cleavage where it had been barely adequate before.&nbsp; Rate of breathing increasing with each step, she approached his door with an expression of increasing anxiety, bringing a well-manicured hand up to knock urgently and then tucking herself into the corner beside the door as if she were hiding, although there wasn't much of a corner there.
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				Post by: <strong>Professor Loki Caprion</strong> on <strong>29-04-2016, 02:37:18</strong>
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				"We both know you're here alone, Connor."<br><br>The tone of voice that pizza boy took - something about it just wasn't natural. Why would he say something like that -- other than it being true, of course?&nbsp; <br><br>Connor put his newly-purchased food down upon the counter. The weirdness of the celebrity dream he'd had, and now this. It was a bit much. How could the pizza boy know he was alone, for sure? And how did that pizza guy know his name?<br><br>Breathing deeply, he looked down, wide-eyed, at the food laid before him. His eyes fixated upon the receipt taped to the top of the bag that had come along with his pizza.<br><br><span style="font-family: courier;" class="bbc_font">"Thanks, Connor! This is your 50th order with us, so enjoy a complimentary order of cheesy bread!"</span><br><br>Oh. That's how they knew.<br><br>Composing himself after his clearly foolish panic, he took a paper plate from the stack upon his microwave and pulled out a slice of pizza, then a few cheesy breadsticks to go with it. He'd just begun pouring himself a cup of Dr Pepper when he heard banging on his door, again. He seized up - was that angry pizza guy back? Did he maybe not pay enough? That'd be embarrassing, even on top of how he was already feeling embarrassed. <br><br>Connor took a few steps toward the door, then - thinking quickly - he grabbed the remote to the TV and changed the station to a documentary on mountain goats. Making sure his clothing was in order, he steeled himself for another confrontation with the pizza boy.<br><br>Opening the door, however, revealed a person who neither had pizza, nor was a boy.<br><br>"Oh, um. Hi?" <br><br>That was the best he could say. The girl was very pretty, if a little "top heavy." She was clearly dolled up for a date or some such, but she seemed scared. The wetness from the misty night made her skin shine in the right ways, which gave Connor even more conflicting emotions upon the ones he'd already been put through in the past hour or so.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Faustian (Moondazed and Professor Loki Caprion)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Moondazed</strong> on <strong>18-05-2016, 04:41:41</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Looking up through her lashes, almost physically shaking, she pleaded in a strained voice, "Please help me!"&nbsp; Her eyes darted to the side as if watching for someone who was after her as she pressed herself into the corner awaiting his response.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Faustian (Moondazed and Professor Loki Caprion)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Professor Loki Caprion</strong> on <strong>27-05-2016, 02:17:14</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Even after the night he'd been having, Connor's protective urges took precedence. First looking out the door and scanning both ways, he then stepped back to hastily wave the girl in. "Okay, okay, quick," he hissed, not sure if there were any danger in having himself be heard, but not taking any chances. Once the stranger was inside (smart, Connor), he closed and bolted the door behind her.<br><br>"What's going on? Who are you? Do you need an ambulance?" <br><br>By then, Connor was already looking for his phone.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Faustian (Moondazed and Professor Loki Caprion)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Moondazed</strong> on <strong>07-07-2016, 05:14:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Slipping inside, she pressed herself against the wall beside the door, looking fetchingly distressed.&nbsp; As soon as the door was bolted she threw herself into his arms, ignoring his questions.<br><br>"Thank you so much!"<br><br>The moment the word ambulance ended she threw herself into his arms, clinging to him tightly and burrowing her face in his neck.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Faustian (Moondazed and Professor Loki Caprion)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Professor Loki Caprion</strong> on <strong>17-07-2016, 22:24:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The particular pose the stranger bent in to when she leaned against the wall was more than enough distraction to keep Connor from reaching his phone - her sudden latching on to him was practically enough to make him forget he <em>had</em> one. <br><br>"I, um... it's... it's fine... just stay calm. Are you hurt? Is someone chasing you?"<br><br>With the girl wrapped around his body, face nuzzling against his neck, Connor had absolutely no idea what to do with his hands. Her dress displayed every curve of her body, and he was painfully aware of every one of them. Connor didn't push the stranger away, as she was clearly in some state of distress, but instead rested his hand gently on the back of her head to avoid accidentally touching anywhere in appropriate.<br><br>"It'll be okay... you're safe in here..."
			</dd>
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