"Ugh," The familiar, unwelcome feeling of déjà vu hit Eliot again as he woke up with a pained groan. Immediately following was a wave of agonizing dizziness, making him feel as though he were freefalling with absolutely no control over his body.
This haze lasted a miserable while before it faded, leaving behind a weary, exhausted body. Every joint ached viciously for no obvious reason. "Argh," he grunted, trying to contain the pain and collect himself.
Once his senses returned, the next realization was that he was on his feet, and something was binding his legs so tightly he couldn't move. "...W-what the hell is this...?" he forced out, breath shallow. His vision was slowly sharpening.
"Oh, the princess has finally come around. Jolly for us." A voice drew him. He turned his eyes toward a bleary figure, but the residual dizziness was still too strong. "Ugh," he closed his eyes again.
"Must you be a complete jerk right now? We're about to die," a sharp female voice retorted.
