Anxiety is a harsh mistress

[lifewithnoconsequence]

Who| Harold Krebs and all of y'all
What| Attempting to find a place to hide and learn about the world he is in.
Where| Training Center and around looking for a library
When| Right now, in the afternoon
Warnings/Notes| He is shy...if that counts as a warning?

Krebs was more than a little lost and confused. This place was far different from anything he had ever witnessed. The technological prowess of its people was both awe inspiring, and frightening. And from he had gathered that they were using it for, more than a little backwards. The idea that you were to take a group of innocent people and make them fight for entertainment was more than a little sickening and Byzantine in his eyes.

What was even worse? He held absolutely no knowledge of this world either. It only served to raise his anxiety to new levels. Krebs does not do so well in new and unusual environments. He needed to leave, he needed to find a way back to the familiarity that was his life. But first, he needed knowledge.

To gain that knowledge he decided to go people watching at the place that most seem to gather. It was some sort of gym, as far as he could tell. Weapons, devices and other things lined the area. Perhaps this was where they were to be trained as gladiators?

Well it seemed as good a place as any to ease drop on a person or two. So he moved to take a seat and stare at whoever caught his ear. He wouldn't speak to anyone yet, he did not wish to make friends, though he knows he should. Friends always have a nasty habit of dying in front of you.

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[ka_sera_sera]

He grunts as the sword starts to fall from the right hand's grip, steadying it with his left and putting the sword away. Then, finally, Roland turns to look directly at the man and walks close. Not close enough to look threatening, but enough to make ignoring him unlikely. Not impossible, but certainly harder. "Advice from one prisoner to another - spying on our technique goes much more smoothly when you're doing some fighting yourself. This," he gestures to the seat, "might work in a crowded bar. Far too obvious here."

[lifewithnoconsequence]

A casual stare goes to the sword, it's quite obvious that this man is having difficulties handling it. Not that Krebs truly cared all that much. A sword would only do a person good if they're able to reach their opponent, and the person wielding it knew how to not fall on the damned thing. Most likely the reason why the military had done away with them when they got to Europe. Not much use against a man who can hit you before you can reach them.

Either way, Harold was not all that interested in fighting anyone here. He was not interested in picking up a weapon again, whether that be a knife, a gun, or the shovel. "Perhaps I was not attempting to blend in." If he wanted to do that, he would not even be here at the moment.

[ka_sera_sera]

"Then you're doing a fine job." With that all that there is to say, as far as Roland's concerned, has been said, and he turns away to go back to practicing. The left hand this time, which needs considerably less work, but also requires considerably less patience. He'll keep an eye on the other man, but it doesn't seem like he wants much more than to stare. Annoying but endurable, for a little while.