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[sub][@Dealdric] - [b][color=#9400D3]Dirka[/color][/b][/sub][/center]
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Within an instant, the God of Light would be presented with Dirka's demigod creation - another in the long line of her madness. Yet this one was rather... pathetic to him in many more ways then one. After plopping face first into the ground, he looked to the both of them with a sassy roll of his eyes. It became obnoxiously clear that he wasn't taught proper etiquette - whether Dirka really did create him, or brought him to life when he was nothing but a mere throw-away mortal. This soulless husk of a man - Rescorje he was called - looked more feral than tame. He had many questions to ask Dirka about how, who, and where he found or created him, but alas it wasn't his concern at this point. 

The Mad Magician offered to him that while he took care of her demi-god son, she would help him in his project, or alternatively on both on a single project at a time. Hyperion would raise his arm to hail her.

[color=fff79a][b]"My project is mine alone to yield."[/b][/color] he responded bluntly, [color=fff79a][b]"All I need is the holy magic. But, if by any means I am forced to contact you due to unforeseen... consequences, then I will summon you for guidance."[/b][/color]

He'd then look down at the demi-god with his helmet obscuring his disgusted look.

[color=fff79a][b]"As for your... child."[/b][/color] he'd mention, [color=fff79a][b]"If you have any notable specifics on what subjects I must school him, then by all means do not hesitate to mention them."[/b][/color]

Hyperion would then look back at his guards.

[color=fff79a][b]"Take him to the quarters."[/b][/color] he'd order, [color=fff79a][b]"I shall deal with him momentarily."[/b][/color]

The paladin guards would proceed to escort their "captive" to the prison quarters, where he'd await Hyperion's arrival.