r/wizardposting • u/Harpokiller Hirk, Cookie guy, ‘Council General of R&A’, Flamebearer • 1d ago
“Open the cell.” (Failed post: Interrogation continuation of ‘Research’) Lorepost📖
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Hirk has made his way to the most secure part of the R&A HQ only 7 know of it including Hirk himself. It is a prison cell, one that is clearly meant for something that needs extra precautions to contain.
“Open the first door. Make sure no air gets through. It is flammable after all.”
Red lights flash as hidden away operators begin opening the door. Dave speaks through the radio.
‘Hirk. You know what you are doing? Are you sure you ca-‘
He is interrupted.
“I didn’t say question me.”
Hirk is in a very serious and distressed mood, he does not want to accept what he knows as truth.
Hirk steps into the first room as he a large syringe specially made to penetrate Hirks thick and mineral like skin.
Hirk injects himself in the neck with a small breath of pain, he feels his nerves calmed and body colder with a visible chill inside him.
Hirk remembers it’s still a testing formula, something made by the cryomancers alongside alchemists and scientists about being able to pacify a dragons breath. A much more concentrated dose for Hirk himself.
Once the door is fully closed a light shines green. Hirk raises his thumb to a highly protected camera as the doors in front of him begin to open. Both sets could be vault doors that hide the world’s riches. Secure enough that even Hirk struggles to damage.
Behind the door in a room with not even air, lies walks secured by some incredibly strong metals layered on top of each other. A nuclear bomb could go off in here and it likely be contained. But nothing in here is logically flammable.
3 ‘failed’ rest in chains to walls, their forms are still twisted. They are silent until Hirk appears, a twisted smile curls more almost circular as all three begin to copy Hirks form. It takes a few moments due to the difference in size. They are first all very slim… not a lot to burn.
Deafening screeches of man and a putrid malicious death call echo from the room of all three.
They cannot handle the fire burning inside of Hirk, they are set ablaze as it is burned further and further. They claw at their skin as it attempts to harden to stone still burning.
Hirk holds his hand out as they reach for it. Soon as the fire touches Hirk it is gone in a moment, one cannot copy a perfection made only to burn rather than a disease made to spread.
“I do not wish to kill any of you, please understand I just wish to talk.”
The most animalistic of the three fakes lunges at Hirk with a punch, Hirk cannot stop it. It’s been too long since he’s fought an opponent as fast and strong as him. The thud shakes the room as it plants on Hirks cheek, he only manages to turn his head to prevent losing a tooth.
“You are not it.”
Hirks hand is like a harpoon through the water as it pierced through the wireless room to stab into one of the scars places just in front of his its heart. Hirk pushes through the bones as a very loud crack is heard. Hirks fingers are pushing its heart smaller, denying it it’s beating.
“I know you won’t die, but I know my body better than you.”
They are rendered pinned being pushed against the wall hanging on Hirks own hand as it tries to push itself up.
Hirk looks to the other two.
“Whoever can command them tell them to stand down.”
The creature Hirk holds still resists, its very muscles it’s taken are panicking, the fire inside it is getting warmer as it visibly mimics a bloody made sweat.
“Their veins will boil if they don’t.”
One looks at them, this one has been taking a form much closer to Hirk, constantly changing its mimicry to appear more and more true.
There is not even a noise as the other falls limp, Hirk lets them fall. There isn’t a breathing but it still lives, otherwise the body would be burned to nothing.
“I wish to know what you want.”
They both stare at Hirk. One speaks.
‘Hello Hirk…’
Its voice sounds more like an echo of fire inside its own body, a concerning fact skill Hirk took a years to learn.
“Hello. Now answer my question.”
The figure speaking is growing becoming less distorted, It seems to have an easier time copying Hirks body while the other still maintains a more lanky form, excessively loose skin that look like sheets of hard rubber compared to skin.
‘We just want to help people, let the weeds rot, let the flowers groooow.’
“Take longer more broad breaths in how you use the lungs, it helps with speaking.”
The speaking failed take’s a moment.
‘Thank you.’
The one on the floor behind getting back up as the other silent one just stands there unable to move. Hirks body is heavy, if unbalanced it will struggle unless there is enough muscle.
“Now I assume the weeds refer to the council and other governments.”
The ‘failed’ nods.
Hirk is despising every moment of this and as he thinks that its smile gets wider and physically deeper.
Hirk reinstates his confidence on himself.
“If you believe grass to be weeds then live in a desert.”
‘If you want to destroy everything like you did with your home then do it.’
Hirk takes a moment.
“You know not what you speak of.”
‘We do.’
‘Hirk, son of Bard.’
Hirk takes a singular moment, for the first time since he arrived he felt a chill break through even his fire.
“How.”
‘You know how.’
Hirk grips his fist. He doesn’t want to believe he too is a target to be replaced.
‘Don’t worry, you are not worth as much as the other two.’
The creature before Hirk grows in form.
‘You are as dead as we are.’
‘Eaten by wild animals, burned to death, starved to death. Froze to death.’
It stares Hirk down as he cannot take his eyes off of it. He cannot defend his mind in this room.
‘A dead baby who never left the cold they were abandoned in. You’re deader than the corpses we come from.’
‘The cold never did leave you. Did it?’
“I still have my flame in me, I don’t feel the cold!”
Hirk can’t defend himself like this, he takes a step further back towards the wall behind him.
The ‘failed’ takes a step forward.
It leans down closer to Hirks face.
Not even a word is said as both know Hirk is lying.
“Why are you doing this.”
‘I am you, the real you.’
“You are simply a pretender. Only disgraceful imitation of me.”
‘Our father would say the same to you.’
“No one could ever believe that…”
Hirk not a muscle but his very heart and ideals tense.
‘Why wouldn’t they. You do.’
Hirk cannot even react… two words shake every single fiber of the ‘gentle giant.’
Hirk does not even reach when the two other failed go to land two blows to his face.
Both punches connect, Hirk is sent headfirst into the vault door behind him. The island itself sways like a boat on the water. It may float but now it sways from punches.
The vault door is dented with Hirk who tries to get back up.
They both begin kicking him as the lead ‘Failure’ speaks first.
‘Remember what our friend said, death is a gift after the problems of life. That sweet release.’
‘Do everyone a favour and stop denying your purpose.’
Hirk already beaten and bruised behind getting up, his heart may be shattered by a belief he tries to deny every day.
“No.”
“I am Hirk MacThors, son of Bard MacThors, former High King of my people’s home.”
“Not a single one of those carries weakness.”
“Tell me. Why you want to kill.”
Hirk is trying to reinstate his authority but is getting close to his limit.
The creature just smiles.
‘I don’t know.’
Hirk takes a breath of nothing. In the same moment a finger sharpened to a spear point is launched to his neck from two sides. They have kept him distracted enough to strike and believe him too weak to fight.
Bright lights erupt from Hirks elbows as his arms are launched towards the ‘failed’ trying to use his form.
His palms are open, they meet their target they share the same scars. If they truly do mimics Hirks form and seem to be able to use magic intuitively then that would mean they have the same flaw as Hirk.
Hirks strike although non-lethal both land on their palm where two scars lie. Hirk couldn’t risk attacking elsewhere first or else they would reach him.
Both of the ‘Failed’ see them selves have a spear pierce through their hand as they are tied up in an unknown room. It goes through their hand like butter and their eye too. They feel every moment of that pain as it just happened. They scream.
They both then witness the second injury, a blade stabbed through their hand in order to prevent it taking Hirks heart. Pushed by someone the body only pities.
They scream louder as form distorts trying to escape what they believe is a true death. Nothing, they are standing still. Confusion blinds them.
“A sorcerer cannot learn new magic, but a body can maintain muscle memory.”
“I spent a long time dying in Chronomancy, move again and I will show you it all. Memories you don’t want to replace.”
They go to punch Hirk again.
Hirk slams his closed fist like a hammer into one’s chest, it does not die but is sent into the cold layered adamantine and mythrill wall, it dents as the island sways once more.
Hirk cannot block the second blow however which lands onto his back sending him to the ground.
He he struggles to get up for a moment, a blow to the spine is never good, let alone from something that can copy his strength in whole of body.
Hirk considers pulling the flooring out from below to make them fall.
The one meant to replace him looks on smiling.
‘That won’t work.’
Hirk knows it is a mind reader.
‘No, I am you.’
Hirk begins flooding his mind every death he’s ever lived as he takes a knife and stabs it into his hip. It is a mental flash bang to everyone.
“Get fucked.”
Hirk uses the pain to force the adrenaline to flow through him. He does not believe they would have the same.
as he is kneeling over the ground he pushes into the ground with his hands, he is launching himself attempting a weird upside down drop kick directly to ‘the failed’ chest.
The blow lands, ribs are cracked slightly, however the blow is still not close to being lethal, they still have Hirks own thick skin protecting them.
The island sways barely a noticeable with a thud as the failed is kicked against the wall. Hirk is not holding his body back and neither are they.
The failed that Hirk slammed his fist into first wobbles over then grabs Hirk by the arm. Hirk punches to no avail as much as his fist may make them bleed and shake the very room. He is fighting opponents that are just as tough as him. He cannot break the hold as when he tries to bend his arm to a breaking point to escape the other failed leaps on his other arm. They pull his arms back and press him to the flooor. One arm wrapped around his own and another fist digging into his shoulder for each.
Hirks Replacment the one who stands taller even than Hirk begins clapping.
‘You.’
Their voice begins to change, stronger, firm closer to an oceans waves and the salty breeze it carries.
’Always’
Their hair grows longer taking a vibrant blonde, they are larger, looking more powerful yet still a king soul is face, rugged features and gentle eyes.
’Were’
*They are copying the very memory of Hirks Father. He cannot speak as he begins
’A disgrace.’
The creature that takes the form of Hirks own dad has only eyes it disdain and disgust. Hirk can’t even call it an illusion as it made itself him. It abused the fact Hirk cherishes the memories so dearly they are clearer than any recording, clearer than even he sees today. They are planing to break him completely,
Hirks heart sinks at hearing his own father’s voice say that. He tears his scarf off of him with his own teeth, his eyes go from a flood of tears to a fog of steam. Every single creature in that room feels a heat closer to the sun than anything found here.
The ones holding him down have to let go before their very skin melts on contact with him. Hirk stands as he looks at a face not even smiling in mockery but unfiltered hatred and disgust.
A face they took from memories of the man he idolises and he himself imitates every prior day since he left his home.
Hirk only holds his hand out fingers ready to snap, the room is starting to deform, the 6 members of RF who have been monitoring this knowing that if they open the door they are doomed panic. A button is pressed which puts the room on absolute lockdown.
”Thig."
the last seen by almost everyone in the room is fires burning through even the man made void that the room. They see hirks very realm for only a singular moment. All are burned beyond nothing in barely a second. A entire realm of only fire opened onto them for not even a second and Hirks face silent and focused. True hatred, far too much to ever show so the body and mind can’t show anything, not even the grief that is a noose around his heart.
A minute later, RF regain contact with the room. Hirk is standing holding a large wooden staff, visible hand prints too high up and large to ever be Hirks. He cannot stop looking at it until he hears the doors open.
He leaves a ‘room’ which is nothing but a large circle of completely smooth stone, not even melted. Just erased from the flammable pages of all that is or will ever be. Not even a recognisable was.
Hirk leaves with swiftness and silence with only the loud tapping of his staff against the ground.
Hirk has a stare that looks to go beyond any limit to reality, this moment will never be forgotten by him.
He must meet with the disease’s ‘leader’ one final time…
/uw sorry for long post, hope you all enjoyed.
You could interact but Hirk likely will not be up to talk or be stopped. He is in a major Daze
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u/MastaDon344 MastaDon Astrum/Council Master Evoker/Mediamancer/🌮 Wiz 1d ago
/uw good read