The dark haired young man, shook his head at all that had taken place before him. His head throbbed lightly, but he attempted to force his mind to evaluate the situation that he was now in. He knew that whatever life he'd had before - if he'd ever had one, was something now forgotten. He knew he'd been given a new title, Aeschylus, and that that name had some sort of connection to a winged creature. In all the confusion, he could hardly make out what it truly was. Perhaps a bat or a crow. He glanced up at the others around him, but quickly tightened his eyes shut. This headache was making every sensory input a chore. Instead he briefly considered everything else he could, trying to ease his mind. This world listened to thoughts, and what he believed would become reality. At least that's how he interpreted what had been said.
Aeschylus couldn't help an odd feeling inside him, as if something that had just happened had somehow reminded him of the past. He knew this was impossible, his memory was all but gone, and yet he couldn't help but feel ever so lightly the very word that repeated in his head, with every throb he could make out a single word. Shame. Perhaps it was just an echo from the world around him, or something yet to come.
He shook his head quickly, and the repeated word faded away, and the pain he felt between his eyes began to ease. He opened his eyes properly, identifying each of the others that surrounded him. Two other men, and three women. Including himself, he counted even numbers of both. He took a few seconds only to glance at their odd clothing before looking down at himself. He found a grey trench coat on his shoulders, but its green trim made it look far too fancy for casual wear. he noticed his pants had a similar formal green stripe, almost seeming to shine lightly, and he realised soon enough that the material it was made from was some sort of velvet or silk. Nothing else he could think of immediately would cause that form of reflection. His black shoes, despite being a definite change in colour from the charcoal grey of his dress pants, seemed to almost seamlessly complete a progression of darkness in his clothing down his body. He flipped his trench coat open slightly to look at the shirt beneath. Buttoned up formally, white, and with no defining features, though it was adjourned with a tie in the same colour as the green trim of his coat.
He turned himself around slightly in confusion, trying to see if there was any difference with the back of his coat, leading to an odd display of spinning in a brief circle, but after returning to the direction he was first facing he considered it futile and simply stopped, letting the coat flow around him slightly before settling into its original position. He brushed himself off, not wanting to set an odd image before he'd even been acquainted with those around him, trying to make his unusual action seem as natural as possible. He closed his eyes once more and took a deep breath, just to reevaluate the situation one final time before making an approach to any of the others.