Team Green's room also has a large table, but square. There are many chairs, but all are identical. There is a some sort of projection device in the middle of said table.

Aethon entered with the same silence that he apparently did anything else. Without pausing, the crimson-clad man walked directly to the chair that was opposite the door, so that he might keep constant watch on the only way into the room. After he smoothly sat in his chosen chair, he indicated that those who followed him into the room should sit as well. Despite his silence, the man did not appear to be intentionally rude or antisocial.

"Not much of a talker?" He says to Aethon as he sits in his own chair along the table, not paying much attention to which direction it might be facing. He wasn't sure he could get stabbed in the back anyway.

In response, Aethon pointed at his left palm with his right index finger, raised his head a bit, and then held up four fingers with the same right hand and placed them under his masked chin. Then he shrugged. But after a moment's consideration, the lithe man pulled one of the many knives that were sheathed around his person, and lightly scratched a few letters into the table.

"A. S. L."

Then the crimson-clad man pointed at himself and scratched another phrase on the table.

"Aethon."

Sheathing the throwing knife, he leaned back in his chair, hoping that would explain things.
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Dr Alderwood walks casually into the room after the two others.

"I guess that answers your question, Puddle." Alderwood states in a friendly manner as a smile creeps onto his lips. "It is good to meet you, Mr(?) Aethon." he said, looking at the discrete man, his tone suggesting a faint question mark concerning the title. "And you too, of course, Mr(?) Puddle." The same emphasis was present here as well. "I am doctor Cassius Alderwood, pleasure to meet you both."

"A most interesting gathering of individuals here, don't you agree? This Thinkmaster has me intrigued, and only slightly worried."

Puddle looks at him sort of blankly at Aethon "26, Male usually, I don't think any of us know the location."

"But any way, they call me Puddle. It made a little more sense before the haze but it's hard to shake a solid one word name. I think Aethon is like a type of motherboard or something? So you're like a techie ninja?"

When Alderwood pipes up, he chimes in "No Mr only douchey capes put Mr in front of their name. Like if you think about it it sort of means they have to have a first name cape name to go with their Mr cape name. Like is Mr. Fantastic's real full cape name Super Fantastic or something? It's dumb. You at least are just using a vanilla name and I hope have a degree to go with that Dr. I tried to go to Dr. Madness for a bullet wound once. I might as well have gone to Dr. Dre."

He shrugged and a mushroom briefly sprouted and we reabsorbed into his shoulder."Thinkmaster's all right. I think I worked under them before in like the 19th tier of some master plan. Didn't know it at the time but the pay was all right."

When Puddle confirmed his age and gender, Aethon's head turned in his direction with an almost serpentine swiftness. Though his eyes couldn't be seen behind the glowing red lenses of his mask, Puddle got the distinct impression that he was being stared at with an uncomfortable intensity. Then he slowly shook his head. The message was clear, even to non-ASL speaker: don't seek or share information about him.

Then he pointed at himself in a more conversational fashion and shook his head. He then interlaced his thumbs and spread his fingers and began flapping them, mimicking some kind of bird. That too was clear, he was saying "No, the (bird?)." Then he snapped his fingers to get the Doctor's attention. If this was a medical man, he would understand. Turning to the side, Aethon pointed at his liver, and then made a chomping motion with his hand.

How curious.

Accepting the name with a quick nod, happy with the confirmation it offered, he glanced at the other two expectantly.  Pausing for just a beat as he took in the room, Schism's head tilted as he considered the empty chairs, a soundless ringing pulsing outward as his thoughts swept the area.  Didn't hurt to be a little cautious and very rarely, it could save a bit of awkwardness if there happened to be 'less than visible' people lurking about.   Taking the remaining seat as the others made their own introductions, he was still studying the scratches in the table, partially from an idle musing about who was going to have to buff them out when Puddle announced his interpretation.  "Ah, he means sign language I think."  Schism offered, watching the following pantomime with open curiosity.  The symbolism wasn't too hard to piece together, but he wasn't entirely sure what the crimson-clad man was trying to imply with it.  Not-Zeus' Eagle?  No divine punishments?  This was one of those moments where he could quite keenly feel the absence of his old gifts.  "If you would like Aethon I can tap your surface thoughts to act as an interpreter.  I'm afraid I haven't learned enough ASL to do it normally." 

OOC: Switching on Neural Field briefly to scan the room.

Thinkmaster's holographic image appears from the device at from the center of the table.

"Greetings Team Green. Your mission will be to neutralize a large horde of infected, coming in from the east coast area of Toronto. We believe the Atlantean may be trying to probe the barrier surrounding the country via the sea bed. If he finds an opening, he could send infected past the protective shell.

We have a contact that will enable you to bypass any environmental concerns. However, due to security risks, I cannot give you more details. When you go to rest tonight, you will awaken outside and on the coastline, where your contact will meet you.

I cannot provide much more information, but you may ask breif questions."

Ooc-The neural field reveals all the minds in the room, except for Thinkmaster herself. She does not seem to show up on your scans.
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Aethon tilted his head and considered Schism's offer. Then he slowly nodded, and let the tension ease out of his shoulders.


He waved his hand to indicate the others.


When Thinkmaster appeared on the holographic projector, Aethon sat at attention and listened carefully. A carnage run. Well within his skill set. But then he tilted his head as he considered her words. Then his hands flew through a series of gestures, and he did not think anything in Schism's direction, as he knew that Thinkmaster could understand him.
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In reply to Aethon (msg # 10):

Thinkmaster clearly understood Aethon's gestures. The holographic head vanished, and a set of hands appeared, using ASL to 'speak' back to him.

The red ninja simply nodded in response. This threat to security clearly already being taken care of by the genius. He wouldn't want to be responsible for the extermination of the human race, would he?

"I will need to touch you to maintain the link."  Schism offered, extending one hand slowly to lay it against the other man's shoulder so as not to hinder his signing.  Drawing from the well of power that lingered somewhere beneath his thoughts, Matthias let it fill him up, building until it flowed out through the link his touch established and began to resonate within Aethon as well.  "He says that he is named after Aethon, the eagle who tormented Prometheus.  Part of the titan's punishment from the gods."  Schism repeated, eyes half-lidded as he focused on tuning his output ever so slightly.  With direct contact to help reduce the 'noise' he could achieve a rough approximation of his old skill and based on his tests thus far it seemed unlikely to do any lasting damage.

When Thinkmaster took the stage, Schism listened carefully, a bare hint of a frown tugging at his lips as she outlined the bare bones of a plan.  "Are we meant to engage if the Atlantean does show up?"  He queried, watching the exchange between the hologram and his teammate with a sort of bemused curiosity.  'Good mental discipline if he's not leaking active conversational thoughts.'  The psychic mused, his hand angled to keep just the tips of two fingers pressed against Aethon's shoulder.

OOC: Switching to Neural Entanglement and linking up with Aethon.

In reply to Schism (msg # 13):

"If you belive you can destroy what's left of the Atlantean, feel free. However, there is a reason Alpha Man infected his teammates first. They where the most powerful beings on the planet. Everyone who has fought them so far as been killed or infected.

Maybe the four of you could end him. However, the Alantean never fights without numbers of infected...and infected sea life. He is the only Omega infected that has spread the plague to animals. At least as far as we know." Thinkmaster says, the grim tone in her voice obvious despite her seeming less emotionless style of speaking.
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ALderwood nods in response to Puddle. "I do, in fact, but I am not an MD. My PhD is in-" He is interrupted when Thinkmaster appears. There seems to be more pressing matters than academic merits.

"From what I understand of the Atlantean, engaging him seems.. unwise. However, that's just me speaking from my own capabilities. Perhaps you all fear him less than I do."

Both Schism and Aethon gets a raised eyebrow. Already working together, that is good to see.

Puddle shrugs "So go out, kill every infected we find, don't get killed, don't be a hero? Seems easy enough."