[ The second three men swarm into his cell, faster and stronger than him by a wide margin, Luka has to wonder if he did something wrong. Should he have indulged that creepy bastard and tried to answer his questions?
Some part of him realizes it was always going to end like this, but that thought is of little solace, even as he manages to pull together enough aether (it's different in this world, and trying to shape it makes his stomach roll) to jab an icicle through one of his assailant's shoulders. In the end, however, he is outclassed and out-manned, and the sharp sting of a needle is the last thing he feels before he goes under.
Much like when he first crash-landed in this world, everything after that is a blur. Who knows how long he's down, who knows how long it takes him to stir, but in the couple of times he drifts to consciousness, he's aware enough to know that he feels awful, and then he's dragged back under just as quickly.
He feels no less awful when his eyes crack open this latest time, and flashing lights and blaring alarms do little to help. He has half a mind to cover his ears, but his body feels like its full of sand. Gods, he wants to throw up.
It takes him a good while of feeling miserable to even remember where he is or why. Fuck. Fuck. What did they do him? ]
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Some part of him realizes it was always going to end like this, but that thought is of little solace, even as he manages to pull together enough aether (it's different in this world, and trying to shape it makes his stomach roll) to jab an icicle through one of his assailant's shoulders. In the end, however, he is outclassed and out-manned, and the sharp sting of a needle is the last thing he feels before he goes under.
Much like when he first crash-landed in this world, everything after that is a blur. Who knows how long he's down, who knows how long it takes him to stir, but in the couple of times he drifts to consciousness, he's aware enough to know that he feels awful, and then he's dragged back under just as quickly.
He feels no less awful when his eyes crack open this latest time, and flashing lights and blaring alarms do little to help. He has half a mind to cover his ears, but his body feels like its full of sand. Gods, he wants to throw up.
It takes him a good while of feeling miserable to even remember where he is or why. Fuck. Fuck. What did they do him? ]