Location: hostage tings 
~ Lakora
This day was officially filed in his mental cabinet under C for āCouldnāt Get Any Worseā when he found himself waking up in a second location he had no recollection of arriving at. Waking up was about as fun as it had been when heād woken in the trash pileāit was quite similar too; that hangover feeling still lingered, but now that pulsating ache had spread to his other limbs, resulting in the blanket of pain he was wrapped in. His body never reacted well to medications, so its reaction now to that sedative or whatever heād been injected with wasnāt surprising to him, no, but inconvenient all the same.
Was this whole day only going to be attempts to kill him? That had gotten old real fast.
Attempting to shift positions, he found, was a painful and taxing experience he didnāt have the energy to continue doing. His muscles were not cooperating with him as much as heād like them to, a little slow with the whole call-and-response thing, if they responded at all. Reminded him of the days when he couldnāt control the release of the poison in his veins; actually, it wasnāt that different at all, as when he lifted his finger from the floor, a wet fingerprint was left behind, even though he hadnāt meant to do that. This, he wasnāt too upset about, as itās not like he was around anyone whom he was concerned about injuring. Rather, his issue was in the fact that he didnāt have control over it, and he was someone who preferred having control over these things.
With little else choice, he resigned himself to his current positionālaying on his side on the floor, his backside pressed against the wall. Evariusā eyes flicked ahead of him, the blurry splotches of colour in front of him sharpening into the forms of two men who peered at him through his enclosure. They were conversing, probably about him, but he couldnāt discern much of the words being said with the fogginess of his brain.
That is, except for one particular phrase that stuck out to him.
āYouāre Lakorite?ā He asked, his voice cracking slightly, which he covered up with a cough. āWhat? Really? So many surprises today, you wouldnāt even believe the sort of day Iāve had.ā His head moved to regard the other man, who was levelling him with a glare that would have instantly murdered him, if looks could kill. āAre you also Lakorite? Oh, have the gods finally given me a grain of luck?ā Doubtful, he was beginning to think, as his surroundings started to come into focus. He really could not catch a break.
Using the wall as support, he pushed himself up into a seated position, his features contorting in pain as he did so. Evarius looked up at them, the pain cleared from his expression and a light smile lilting his lips. āSoo how Lakorite are you, on a scale of like āI am a soulless robotā to āI have a heart and am not willing to allow my Lakorite comrade be subjected to torture at the hands of Selenite experiment-hungry sadists?āā He paused, his smile brightening. āJust, yāknow. Out of curiosity.ā
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@Meekepeek thank you yes I stole that idee 