It'll be a cold day in hell before you see me playing sports.

[He was taller than the man-- taller than he was in his youth-- but still slender as a reed and only about as strong. Ortus wasn't far off in his comparisons of Waver with a Necromancer; he certainly had the build of one. Leaning back as well, Waver quietly studied the man-- the plain clothes, the eyes gleaming like twin suns in the void.

Taking a breath, he finally broke the tension between them.]

I've heard a lot of stories about you, John.

[A beat. Waver watched him with a cool academic distance, understanding now what it was that Anna had seen in the man. It was as if God really were just... A guy. He had met mages who were more striking on first impression than this man-- but with the stories was also the impression of his misdeeds.

He was curious. However, he knew he was in no shape to deal with dramatics. ]

Don't worry. I'm not going to put you on blast. Enough of that has happened on the Network already.

... Let's just get through this without dying on the other side. I have my reasons for liking Trench, and I'd prefer staying there for a while.