It wasn't long before a likely candidate entered the room- likely, at least, in that they seemed to look around before settling in a chair next to him. What Lunge hadn't expected was for said candidate to look so very... well. Not Japanese. Aside from the dark hair and eyes, there was little about the man to suggest anything but Western heritage. So, 'Ryuuzaki' was almost definitely a false name, then.
He sat forward in his chair expectantly, suitably intrigued, as the man started to speak. The German was good to the extent that he could tell the man had had a good tutor, but the little broken catches in his voice were enough to show that it clearly wasn't his native language.
"No, not fluen-" It was only a few seconds later that Lunge realised that he'd heard the sentence in perfect, unbroken German. For a moment he simply looked at the man suspiciously, trying to work out what kind of game he was playing. But then, he'd seen more than enough messages on the bulletin board in what appeared to be equally perfect German to know that something was amiss anyway- notes from people with Japanese or American names should have been in their respective languages. There was something at work here ensuring that the patients could communicate.
Without any further hesitation, he answered, "August twelfth, nineteen ninety six.” At which point he had been in a hospital bed, still a little woozy from the anaesthetic. Curious how he had awoken here without any obvious medical problems when he had still been in bandages the last he knew of it. “From what I can see, the dates are likely to differ. Why do you want to know?” And more importantly, just who are you? But allowing Ryuuzaki to set the pace was the best course of action; he held his tongue.
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He sat forward in his chair expectantly, suitably intrigued, as the man started to speak. The German was good to the extent that he could tell the man had had a good tutor, but the little broken catches in his voice were enough to show that it clearly wasn't his native language.
"No, not fluen-" It was only a few seconds later that Lunge realised that he'd heard the sentence in perfect, unbroken German. For a moment he simply looked at the man suspiciously, trying to work out what kind of game he was playing. But then, he'd seen more than enough messages on the bulletin board in what appeared to be equally perfect German to know that something was amiss anyway- notes from people with Japanese or American names should have been in their respective languages. There was something at work here ensuring that the patients could communicate.
Without any further hesitation, he answered, "August twelfth, nineteen ninety six.” At which point he had been in a hospital bed, still a little woozy from the anaesthetic. Curious how he had awoken here without any obvious medical problems when he had still been in bandages the last he knew of it. “From what I can see, the dates are likely to differ. Why do you want to know?” And more importantly, just who are you? But allowing Ryuuzaki to set the pace was the best course of action; he held his tongue.