Light Blue Silhouette
@archerblck
Training, at least physically, has never been his favorite thing in the world. It’s necessary, yes. It’s something that he knows better than to stop. If he were to give up on it he’d likely hear word from those who put him here in the first place. Even if he didn’t his skills would likely fall off during a mission and he’d end up dead. Whether or not he’s not the strongest among candidates, it’s better that he make efforts to stay in shape and on par with their skills. Just because he’s smaller and weaker doesn’t mean he’ll lose necessarily, after all. He just needs to make sure to use that mind of his to his advantage.
Of course, training against dummies and targets isn’t exactly the best for honing strategy. Hangman often finds himself wondering if it would be a good plan to find a partner to train with, if only so he could have an opponent with a brain. Then again, if he only trained against the same person he would adapt his fighting against that person specifically... Then he’d be in trouble against someone else. What he really needs is several different training partners, but he’s really not friendly enough to find that many people. Even now with there being a few people also here training, he isn’t compelled to speak to them exactly. If anything, he just eyes them occasionally to see how they fight. It’s always nice to watch people and pick up on their flaws ahead of time. Hopefully he can recall their faces if it becomes a necessity.
But there’s something- or someone, should he say- standing out. In this case, he’s standing out quite literally, just on the outskirts of the training area watching. Hangman recognizes the way it looks, if nothing else, because he’s been one to pull similar things himself. The only major difference being the way he watches, which usually also includes him sketching the people training in ballpoint pen. The idea that this stranger could be watching and analyzing him, though... In a way, it bothers him. It’s not that he’s not controlled- that he doesn’t already hide every last bit of his expression and body language, but that he isn’t sure that he’s worth watching to learn anything about fighting.
So he stops in his training- placing his cylinder in his pocket after the two halves reconnect with one another. His expressions stay blank as he approaches the stranger on the outside. This ones expressionless too. He always wishes somewhere deep down that they weren’t. It’s not a good coping mechanism. He only uses it himself because of the other things it allows.
“Pardon.” He doesn’t sound like he actually cares if he’s interrupting anything. “You appear to just be watching the training... You’ll learn more combat wise if you participate. Care to join me? We can stay toward the sides if you’re worried about the others watching you.”