[He'd narrowed his eyes in confusion at the terms being thrown about, but Waver said nothing to interrupt just yet. Differing factions, he'd guessed from the sounds of it. Since clarifying didn't seem entirely relevant just yet, there wasn't any need to nitpick at details. Basically it sounded like the guy who ran the pocket dimension nightclub (not a phrase Waver ever expected he'd need to use) might've had some screws loose.]

Hope you weren't late. [Still deadpan with a side order of snark.] I'd imagine him as the type to be particular about that kind of thing. So what was it that a concept of progression could possibly have wanted?

[The responses were short, largely because Waver was trying to keep up. Concepts like that weren't too farfetched--even Dead Apostles weren't that far off from what some worlds might term as physical gods.]

[However, finding someone from a world that damn near kept up with Waver's own on the weird-shit-o-meter was fascinating.]