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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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."