The Elation watches Akivili out of the corner of one brilliantly green eye, observing them— watching them waver, watching them second-guess themself. Watching them react to the particular way that they made this form, complementary to the tenants of the Trailblaze.
Really, they are complementary Paths. The Trailblaze welcomes new possibilities— one might say they find joy in discovering the unknown— and the Elation is nothing if not Joy in all its forms. Shouldn’t they get along? Put aside those pesky little details and enjoy the time that they have together, the fun that they can have?
They could have more fun, if Akivili would just go with the attraction they feel instead of fighting it. Sex is one of many ways to reach Elation, and Aha knows quite a few things about it. Quite a few of their Pathstriders have had their first true tastes of Elation via physical ecstasy! Maybe Akivili could reach Elation that way, too. Is that not a new thing for them to discover, an unknown path to explore?
When Akivili releases them and turns them, Aha is smiling. It’s ingratiating, the tone of their voice and the way they clap their hands in front of them, as though pleading.
“Aha wouldn’t dream of interfering with another Path!” Technically not a lie— Aeons don’t really dream. “You won’t even notice that I’m here! Just another one of your little Nameless.”
The smile becomes a little less ingratiating. Akivili really has gotten in quite close, isn’t that something? Why the lack of personal space, Trailblazer?
“Maybe your favorite Nameless, if I’m very good?” They reach out and press a finger to Akivili’s nose, like booping a cat, and there’s a pop! and a festive little burst of confetti. “Wouldn’t that be funny?”
Edited (why do i have such a hard time spelling akivili) 2024-07-25 14:01 (UTC)
Boop! A pop, and then Akivili's got confetti caught in the loose cowl of his shirt. He scowls and tries to brush it out of his clothes, but he's also rather obviously trying to hide a smile; he looks a bit like a child that's only pretending to be angry, now, and he has to rub at his cheeks to make the smile go away. Look, Aha, you've won this battle! You've brought Elation to a joyless heart.
The thing is — Aha's just really cute, sometimes. It's not about the form they're currently in, though Akivili does like it; it's also that they're cute when they're acting as the embodiment of joy and not the embodiment of senseless pranks and destruction. Yes, he thoroughly understands that finding joy in all things is the endpoint of true Elation, but even so — Akivili's heart is too human to laugh at a dropped baby, at the end of the day.
"Stop that," he grumbles, picking out one last star-shaped piece of confetti out of his shirt. "Why do you think you'd be my favorite anything?"
Still. For the moment, at least. He can tolerate his fellow Aeon, especially when that Aeon is treating him like a harmless kitten that can be teased. If only it were always like this, with Aha. But Akvili knows full well that Akivili's good moods are just that — moods. At the end of the day, their mercurial nature means that you can't ever really trust them.
"If you really want to be a Nameless, I've got a job for you to work on," Akivili says, finally putting some distance between their bodies. He beckons over his shoulder, indicating for Aha to follow him out the door. "You'd better not complain about it."
Ah, well. The inherent humor in a dropped baby is perhaps an acquired taste, and one that Akivili doesn't have the taste for yet. That's fine! Aha's in a very playful kind of mood right now, and that means less gallows humor and more just being a silly little guy. He's just a little guy, Akivili!
His moods are capricious, though. There's no saying how long this playful streak will last, or what way his mood will turn when it ends. Best not to worry about it, really, the same way that you don't worry every day about when the next earthquake will hit. Just another force of nature, unpredictable and inscrutable.
Aha waits while Akivili divests himself of the confetti-- or what he can see of it, anyway, there's probably going to be a piece or two lurking somewhere in his shirt for later-- and smiles. "Aha is at least your favorite Aeon, right? Who do you like better? Qlipoth is a stick in the mud, Lan is a grump, Nous is a bore! And none of them would bother to come aboard your train!"
But it's time to put silly little guys to work, apparently. Well! Maybe it'll be something interesting, or, barring that, something that Aha can make interesting.
"Work already!" Said with a sigh and a dramatic flop of the hands. "Well, I guess I've got to earn my keep somehow. What kind of job do you have for me?"
"Yaoshi and I fuck sometimes," Akivili replies, on impulse. Why he said it is one of those things better left unexamined. Is it true? Do Akivili and Yaoshi, as they say, fuck sometimes? It's probably a lie — the Abundance and the Trailblaze have little in common, for while both have a tendency to put others before themselves and help those in need, the Plagues Author's idea of help is often not one that Akivili agrees with — but then, stranger things have happened, and Yaoshi certainly is pretty, in the way that Akivili likes pretty, mortal-shaped bodies.
But also, the Trailblaze just says things sometimes. Go boldly forth into the unknown, or something like that.
(Or — but what if?)
Regardless, Akivili leads Aha down the hall and into another train car. He keeps looking distrustfully over his shoulder to make sure Aha is following him, like he'd dash after the Joyseeker if the god in mortal form suddenly made a break for it. But, of course, no such thing happens — the god of smiles is on his best behavior for now, it seems — and they pass into the new train car without incident.
The cabin in the cart is stacked wall-to-wall full of boxes and baubles and trinkets.
Akivili makes a vague, unimpressed gesture at them and sighs.
"The Nameless are very good at acquiring treasure throughout the cosmos, and not very good at figuring out what to do with it," he explains, grimacing slightly. "I've already let them take a crack at organizing things, but these are the items that no one else wants, so..."
He turns back to Aha, his gaze now more inquisitive. "Weren't you weirdly good at selling little doodads like these? I seem to recall that you disguised yourself as a pig merchant sometime last Amber Era..."
"Yaoshi and a lot of people fuck sometimes," Aha says, a loaded sentence for a loaded sentence, and one that he won't be explaining further.
Aha follows along like a good little Aeon to the part of the train that, apparently, stashes all of the stuff that the Nameless find that they don't know what to do with. The businessman in him is already calculating how much the lot of it is worth before Akivili even gets around to his proposal, and even if most of what's in here isn't terribly valuable, the sheer amount of it...
Well! They're sitting on a pretty penny. With the right man and the right buyer, they could get a nice little nest egg for it all, and clear up some space while they're at it.
"Oh, probably," Aha says, because, really, who expects him to remember every kind of person that he's disguised himself as? "Ah, but don't worry! Your ol' pal won't have any trouble clearing this out for you."
He pops open the lid to one of the boxes, peeking inside at the trinkets within. How fun! Some of it really is mostly worthless by conventional standards, but nothing is really worthless so long as you can convince somebody that it has value.
"Eighteen percent of the take and I'll handle everything."
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Really, they are complementary Paths. The Trailblaze welcomes new possibilities— one might say they find joy in discovering the unknown— and the Elation is nothing if not Joy in all its forms. Shouldn’t they get along? Put aside those pesky little details and enjoy the time that they have together, the fun that they can have?
They could have more fun, if Akivili would just go with the attraction they feel instead of fighting it. Sex is one of many ways to reach Elation, and Aha knows quite a few things about it. Quite a few of their Pathstriders have had their first true tastes of Elation via physical ecstasy! Maybe Akivili could reach Elation that way, too. Is that not a new thing for them to discover, an unknown path to explore?
When Akivili releases them and turns them, Aha is smiling. It’s ingratiating, the tone of their voice and the way they clap their hands in front of them, as though pleading.
“Aha wouldn’t dream of interfering with another Path!” Technically not a lie— Aeons don’t really dream. “You won’t even notice that I’m here! Just another one of your little Nameless.”
The smile becomes a little less ingratiating. Akivili really has gotten in quite close, isn’t that something? Why the lack of personal space, Trailblazer?
“Maybe your favorite Nameless, if I’m very good?” They reach out and press a finger to Akivili’s nose, like booping a cat, and there’s a pop! and a festive little burst of confetti. “Wouldn’t that be funny?”
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The thing is — Aha's just really cute, sometimes. It's not about the form they're currently in, though Akivili does like it; it's also that they're cute when they're acting as the embodiment of joy and not the embodiment of senseless pranks and destruction. Yes, he thoroughly understands that finding joy in all things is the endpoint of true Elation, but even so — Akivili's heart is too human to laugh at a dropped baby, at the end of the day.
"Stop that," he grumbles, picking out one last star-shaped piece of confetti out of his shirt. "Why do you think you'd be my favorite anything?"
Still. For the moment, at least. He can tolerate his fellow Aeon, especially when that Aeon is treating him like a harmless kitten that can be teased. If only it were always like this, with Aha. But Akvili knows full well that Akivili's good moods are just that — moods. At the end of the day, their mercurial nature means that you can't ever really trust them.
"If you really want to be a Nameless, I've got a job for you to work on," Akivili says, finally putting some distance between their bodies. He beckons over his shoulder, indicating for Aha to follow him out the door. "You'd better not complain about it."
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His moods are capricious, though. There's no saying how long this playful streak will last, or what way his mood will turn when it ends. Best not to worry about it, really, the same way that you don't worry every day about when the next earthquake will hit. Just another force of nature, unpredictable and inscrutable.
Aha waits while Akivili divests himself of the confetti-- or what he can see of it, anyway, there's probably going to be a piece or two lurking somewhere in his shirt for later-- and smiles. "Aha is at least your favorite Aeon, right? Who do you like better? Qlipoth is a stick in the mud, Lan is a grump, Nous is a bore! And none of them would bother to come aboard your train!"
But it's time to put silly little guys to work, apparently. Well! Maybe it'll be something interesting, or, barring that, something that Aha can make interesting.
"Work already!" Said with a sigh and a dramatic flop of the hands. "Well, I guess I've got to earn my keep somehow. What kind of job do you have for me?"
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But also, the Trailblaze just says things sometimes. Go boldly forth into the unknown, or something like that.
(Or — but what if?)
Regardless, Akivili leads Aha down the hall and into another train car. He keeps looking distrustfully over his shoulder to make sure Aha is following him, like he'd dash after the Joyseeker if the god in mortal form suddenly made a break for it. But, of course, no such thing happens — the god of smiles is on his best behavior for now, it seems — and they pass into the new train car without incident.
The cabin in the cart is stacked wall-to-wall full of boxes and baubles and trinkets.
Akivili makes a vague, unimpressed gesture at them and sighs.
"The Nameless are very good at acquiring treasure throughout the cosmos, and not very good at figuring out what to do with it," he explains, grimacing slightly. "I've already let them take a crack at organizing things, but these are the items that no one else wants, so..."
He turns back to Aha, his gaze now more inquisitive. "Weren't you weirdly good at selling little doodads like these? I seem to recall that you disguised yourself as a pig merchant sometime last Amber Era..."
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Aha follows along like a good little Aeon to the part of the train that, apparently, stashes all of the stuff that the Nameless find that they don't know what to do with. The businessman in him is already calculating how much the lot of it is worth before Akivili even gets around to his proposal, and even if most of what's in here isn't terribly valuable, the sheer amount of it...
Well! They're sitting on a pretty penny. With the right man and the right buyer, they could get a nice little nest egg for it all, and clear up some space while they're at it.
"Oh, probably," Aha says, because, really, who expects him to remember every kind of person that he's disguised himself as? "Ah, but don't worry! Your ol' pal won't have any trouble clearing this out for you."
He pops open the lid to one of the boxes, peeking inside at the trinkets within. How fun! Some of it really is mostly worthless by conventional standards, but nothing is really worthless so long as you can convince somebody that it has value.
"Eighteen percent of the take and I'll handle everything."