"So... what's for dessert?" Ragnar asked curiously out of the clear blue. Livia paused, a little caught off guard by the sudden random question and by Ragnar's total disregard for his own injuries.
But before she could clear her throat to respond, they were suddenly interrupted by a Taiyou police officer of sorts as he opened the door and entered the room, placing his hand on the pistol grip of his holstered sidearm. Livia had quickly signalled to him that everything was okay, and the officer nodded before turning around and leaving the room again. But not before Ragnar Lothbrok had gotten a good look at the ISSP officer, scanning him over front and back quietly and taking note of the brazened man in uniform. The medieval Dano-Swede gathered that he must have been a guard of some kind, for although he was not at all familiar with the people, the setting, or many of the objects in the room, Ragnar had a very keen observation for most people's voices, voice tones, confidence, body postures, military discipline and body language. Ragnar casually glanced at his leather ankle straps before looking at Livia's eyes again silently.
"Well, this King cannot reach you here.” Livia Caesarius commented after turning to look back down at him, having listened to Ragnar's story, a bit taken in by the suffering he had just endured. It was amazing that he was even still alive to tell the tale.
The Argosian Legata walked over to the window and opened it to let some airflow and light into the room. But because he was still partially restrained to the hospital bed and laying down, Ragnar Lothbrok was unable to see much of the cityscape below. What he did notice, however, as his eyes quietly followed Livia's movement to the window and opened it, were the snow-sprinkled rooftops of a few rectangular buildings which had windows on them and appeared to be rather tall. Little did he know at the time just how big that city was, or just how tall those skyscrapers actually were.
He then watched Livia Caesarius grab the remote and turn on the TV, two things that the long lost medieval chieftain had never seen before. Ragnar's face became blank and void of expression as he watched with unblinking eyes, staring at the television screen for a moment before looking back at her with a slightly distrustful look of concern, unsure what to make of it.
"You’re in a place called Niihama, it’s very far away from where I found you.” she informed him. "Nee-ha-ma", he repeated back to her slowly, making sure he got it right.
The door chimed again, only this time a Taiyou doctor entered the patient's room, wearing a white surgical mask and glasses with a stethoscope draped around his neck. He stepped closer and looked directly down at Ragnar before introducing himself.
"Hello... I am Doctor Takanaka," the doctor said, having a very strong Taiyou accent that was much different than Livia's accent, or the patient's accent for that matter. It was quite obvious that English was not really any of their native languages, and yet it was one of the most common tongues that all three of them seemed to understand. Ragnar gave him a feint smile and a slight nod.
“I am the surgeon that attended to you, I see you are healing nicely.” He said with a hint of pride as he approached the bed. As the doctor spoke, Ragnar would glance at the man's name tag and the university logo on his breast pocket, clearly absorbing everything for the first time with a sort of curiosity that seemed to be quite common among Iskjerne Vikings, only there was something very different about Ragnar Lothbrok that was difficult to pinpoint, probably because he seemed more light-hearted at the moment and wasn't acting very suspicious or violent like the other heathens that the Argosians and Taiyou had encountered on numerous other occasions in the past. This, of course, only added to the mystery of who he was. Clearly, he was not like all the others.
"How are you feeling?” Dr. Takanaka asked him.
"I feel like shit," Ragnar smiled jokingly, his bright blue eyes trailing over to the window again before looking back at the doctor. At that moment, Livia also smiled and mumbled something to the surgeon which the Swedish Dane couldn't understand, and which had sounded to him like the same language the nurse had spoken earlier. Dr. Takanaka nodded before looking back down at Ragnar Lothbrok, his squinted eyes hinting that behind his surgical mask, he was still smiling.
“Your wounds were very serious, but I think you make full recovery.” Dr. Takanaka said, causing Ragnar to make a sort of duck-lipped nod. He then did something that neither Livia and her Praetorians, or the Taiyou had ever seen before from the Vikings they had encountered in the past.
"Thank you" he said, giving the doctor a light-hearted grin, nodding once again with a quiet sense of humility before turning his head to glance up at Livia the Legata with a more serious expression.
"Where exactly -did- you find me?" he asked suddenly, showing that despite his silent and humble demeanor, and their informal small talk, Ragnar Lothbrok had been listening intently the whole entire time while he had been observing.
But before she could clear her throat to respond, they were suddenly interrupted by a Taiyou police officer of sorts as he opened the door and entered the room, placing his hand on the pistol grip of his holstered sidearm. Livia had quickly signalled to him that everything was okay, and the officer nodded before turning around and leaving the room again. But not before Ragnar Lothbrok had gotten a good look at the ISSP officer, scanning him over front and back quietly and taking note of the brazened man in uniform. The medieval Dano-Swede gathered that he must have been a guard of some kind, for although he was not at all familiar with the people, the setting, or many of the objects in the room, Ragnar had a very keen observation for most people's voices, voice tones, confidence, body postures, military discipline and body language. Ragnar casually glanced at his leather ankle straps before looking at Livia's eyes again silently.
"Well, this King cannot reach you here.” Livia Caesarius commented after turning to look back down at him, having listened to Ragnar's story, a bit taken in by the suffering he had just endured. It was amazing that he was even still alive to tell the tale.
The Argosian Legata walked over to the window and opened it to let some airflow and light into the room. But because he was still partially restrained to the hospital bed and laying down, Ragnar Lothbrok was unable to see much of the cityscape below. What he did notice, however, as his eyes quietly followed Livia's movement to the window and opened it, were the snow-sprinkled rooftops of a few rectangular buildings which had windows on them and appeared to be rather tall. Little did he know at the time just how big that city was, or just how tall those skyscrapers actually were.
He then watched Livia Caesarius grab the remote and turn on the TV, two things that the long lost medieval chieftain had never seen before. Ragnar's face became blank and void of expression as he watched with unblinking eyes, staring at the television screen for a moment before looking back at her with a slightly distrustful look of concern, unsure what to make of it.
"You’re in a place called Niihama, it’s very far away from where I found you.” she informed him. "Nee-ha-ma", he repeated back to her slowly, making sure he got it right.
The door chimed again, only this time a Taiyou doctor entered the patient's room, wearing a white surgical mask and glasses with a stethoscope draped around his neck. He stepped closer and looked directly down at Ragnar before introducing himself.
"Hello... I am Doctor Takanaka," the doctor said, having a very strong Taiyou accent that was much different than Livia's accent, or the patient's accent for that matter. It was quite obvious that English was not really any of their native languages, and yet it was one of the most common tongues that all three of them seemed to understand. Ragnar gave him a feint smile and a slight nod.
“I am the surgeon that attended to you, I see you are healing nicely.” He said with a hint of pride as he approached the bed. As the doctor spoke, Ragnar would glance at the man's name tag and the university logo on his breast pocket, clearly absorbing everything for the first time with a sort of curiosity that seemed to be quite common among Iskjerne Vikings, only there was something very different about Ragnar Lothbrok that was difficult to pinpoint, probably because he seemed more light-hearted at the moment and wasn't acting very suspicious or violent like the other heathens that the Argosians and Taiyou had encountered on numerous other occasions in the past. This, of course, only added to the mystery of who he was. Clearly, he was not like all the others.
"How are you feeling?” Dr. Takanaka asked him.
"I feel like shit," Ragnar smiled jokingly, his bright blue eyes trailing over to the window again before looking back at the doctor. At that moment, Livia also smiled and mumbled something to the surgeon which the Swedish Dane couldn't understand, and which had sounded to him like the same language the nurse had spoken earlier. Dr. Takanaka nodded before looking back down at Ragnar Lothbrok, his squinted eyes hinting that behind his surgical mask, he was still smiling.
“Your wounds were very serious, but I think you make full recovery.” Dr. Takanaka said, causing Ragnar to make a sort of duck-lipped nod. He then did something that neither Livia and her Praetorians, or the Taiyou had ever seen before from the Vikings they had encountered in the past.
"Thank you" he said, giving the doctor a light-hearted grin, nodding once again with a quiet sense of humility before turning his head to glance up at Livia the Legata with a more serious expression.
"Where exactly -did- you find me?" he asked suddenly, showing that despite his silent and humble demeanor, and their informal small talk, Ragnar Lothbrok had been listening intently the whole entire time while he had been observing.