Eredos lacked the compassion for Gideon to explain to him the rift situation prior. With teeth grit and a tired Gideon pushing himself back to his feet within the temple, Eredos began to explain the situation in a hiss. [color=a187be]"You're surrounded by different Archeons. Your goal will become apparent."[/color] And in response to spine tingling Eredos, Gideon regained his bearings and walked to the edge of the group. He remembered everyone's face at that moment and the names of the ones who spoke with discrepancy. 

Light breathing could be heard through the sound-altering filter within the heavy walls of the corridor, and after Aelia had spoke and left Gideon took his Que to agree with her about first names. [u][b]"Gideon. Archeon of Darkness." [/b][/u] He removed the mask, the sound of steam hissing released, and his mouth was exposed with dirt lines around its parentheses like a coffee ring on a newly polished table. Piercing blue eyes glanced at each one of the people at the circle in quick succession, testing his own paranoia.

[color=f6989d] - Gideon is a brute. He's quick on his feet, and slow to hesitate. He felt it was nessessary to add an element of intimidation towards the others, in order to make himself appear stronger. And through the force of will he forced his shadow to dance underneath him like flames to a curtain. He felt first impressions were important.[/color]

He took a step back, and sat, taking slow and calm breaths of the freshest air he'd ever experienced. His cleaver sat in his lap across his chest.  
[color=a187be]"Hmm. I find pleasure in your distaste for gentle introductions."[/color] Eredos seemed to almost chuckle that dozed into a grave sigh.
          Gideon felt strong, confident, and excited to no longer be bound by his unforgiving planet.

[color=ed1c24][b]EDIT:[/b][/color]
He looked to Ian, frowned, and leaned back. He lazily grazed over the rest of the group with his eyes, and spoke. His grave voice trailing within the temple's stone chamber. [b] "Who's who.?" [/b] he spoke. A pause, and then he pointed sequentially at the remaining faces and the doorways which the others left.

"Ian of Gravity. 
Breaker.
Maddie.
Jackson.
Aelia." 

He spun his finger lazily to his face, "Gideon". He dropped his finger back into his lap, "I see some strangers still. But whatever." He then clicked his respirator that had lied in his palm back in. And thus, the feint sound of filtered breathing remained. [i]He wore it from force of habit.[/i] His eyes trailed down to his cleaver, which rattled softly.