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	Dirka raised her hands in defeat. [color=#9400D3]"Fine, but if that girl is destroyed beyond recognition, I'll wake mom up! And we both know how that'll go."[/color] She opened a portal to the Rift and left, grumbling that her sanity returned at the wrong moment.

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	When she returned, she saw the arch-fiends were gone, and so was her son. She sighed and rubbed her temples. [color=#9400D3]"I need a drink. I wonder if I have any Fealvnik left from the festival?[/color] She walked to her lab and sat on a solitary stone surrounded by a mana pool on all sides. She sat cross legged and snapped her fingers. A wooden flask carved to look like a dragon appeared and floated to her. She grabbed it and ripped the top of it off.

	40 minutes later...

	Deruga walked into his wife's lab, reading a tome on poly-morphing, then heard deranged, hiccuping giggles. He looked up, wide eyed, to see a drunk half decent Dirka shooting a bow and arrow at a terrified nixie that hung from the wall. [color=0054a6]"By father Time's eye, what in the 32 tortures happened to get you this depressed?!"[/color] She gave him a sultry look then aimed the bow at him, and before he knew it, an arrow hole was in his robes an inch below you know where. [color=#9400D3]"Come h-*hic*-ere, boy toy~ *hic*."[/color] He trembled and looked between her and the hole in his robes. [color=0054a6][i]Remind me...Why did I fall for her?[/i][/color]