Claudius Atticus Glacialis
"Do you really not have enough people here that my name is first?" said Cloud dryly, standing up from his seated position. They were at the training field thing. The grass reminded him of the time he studied under Archimedes. Rough, but green-- calloused, but still standing.
"We were going for last names, not first names, Atticus,"-- Cloud flinched at the use of his last name, "And we don't have very many people anyways," retorted Jared, "Go on."
Cloud would have smashed this "Jared" into pulp for calling him Atticus, but Cloud restrained himself and feigned boredom. He yawned and raised his hand, pointing it at a tree nearby. After a few moments, the tree began to shrivel and crack. Within a minute, the entire tree had crumbled to a few branches.
Cloud had assumed that the audience would be bored to death from this demonstration, but then again, the standards here were probably not as high as the standards at Rome.
Cloud brushed his hands against each other, feeling the boundaries of space and time warping around him. With a nauseating gasp, Cloud took a step forward, willing himself to move the universe like he wanted. He warped over to the crumpled tree and warped back.
"That's what I can do. Space-time manipulation. I can warp space and time," Cloud let out a sigh. It seemed that his space-time was getting a little rusty. He really hadn't been able to use it at Verna.
"Anything else?" asked Jared slyly. Cloud suspected that Jared wanted to get him back for attempting to snark at him.
Cloud glared and said, "I can die over and over."
Some of the other students snicker. One guy, the blonde who beared a striking similarity to that one greek poet (Cloud had already forgotten the poet's-- and the blonde's-- name.) spoke up, "So basically we can kill you over and over."
"If you can, which I doubt," Cloud deadpanned, earning an extremely ruthless glare from the blonde. No matter how powerful the kid was, he was pretty good at glares. Cloud hadn't seen another glarer as good as that since Joan of Arc.
"Hey Jared. I bet you have more important stuff to do than watch teenagers banter," said Cloud.
"You would be surprised at actually how much important stuff I have to do," Jared paused for a moment, probably wondering if he should intervene between Blonde's Glare and Cloud's rudeness, "Well then, Rosetta's next."
This caused some protest from the blonde in the crowd, which Jared responded with, "Wait for your turn, Aiden."
Ah, his name is Aiden? wondered Cloud. Either way, Cloud lazily returned to his spot on the grass and decided it wasn't worth the effort to continue to snark at Aiden. But what he didn't see was the vengeful glare of Aiden, even more ruthless than before, burning two wide, gaping holes through his back.
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