Celestial Speck
I'm not a bad guy, I swear!
Oca, Conversational:
"Uuuuh maaaaan...I'm-- hic! Wasted..."
In the World Tree, once the eternal partying was over, Ocaeril, like every time he enters a party, was dead drunk. Being held by Curupiras and Saci-Perere's, his clones were gone, as the sun slowly rose from the long, long paaaarty he did. Wait, shit. He elongated the word in the wrong-- ah, whatever.
"Sheesh, tell that agen! Didn't take a god like yerself to get drunk, pops!" The Saci said, taking a long drag from his smoke, finding the situation funnier than anything else. Patting the god in the back, as he disgustingly threw up, he rolled his eyes. "So, eh, didcha need something? From what I 'member, ya had an important mission for us or sumthin' like that, pops. Or are gon' get snapped now that we finishin' partyin'?"
"Oh come on! I doubt he'd waste his divine power like that, right, Tupã?" The Curupira said, referring to Oca with that last name. Though, he soon blinked as he noticed 'Tupã' was fast asleep. He rolled his eyes, and some cold water hit the back of his neck, making the god yelp and wake up.
"WAZZAWAZZA?!"
The spirits laughed at the prank, as Ocaeril groaned and lifted himself up. "Damn, ya ain't kiddin'! Ya really do have a problem with drinks, Tupã! Don't wanna know where it ends up after ye piss, though~"
With a groan, Ocaeril spoke. "Yeah, yeah-- I have an occasional problem with drinks, okay? Don't judge your dad, kids. Anyways...Yeah, I have something for you all to do. You see the world, right? Islands are pretty dead and dying and stuff like that-- I'm dying a little bit."
"...Ya used the same word for 'dyin' twice, pops. But legit? Who do we have to beat up?"
"No one! Well-- unless necessary. My kids have been taking too much from me. Minerals, destroying ecosystems and putting species to be extinct and all that jazz, hic! Ya'll are to side up with the Tailed Beasts, yer old brothers, and ma druids to protect and regrow the land. If possible, bring some species back, will ya? The Fey might help out, as well. I might try and form contact with the Archfey."
The Spirits looked at one another and nodded. There were many of them, despite only two of them currently interacting with Ocaeril. Boitata, Curupiras, Sacis, Corpo-Secos, Boto-Cor-De-Rosa, Headless Mules-- and so on, so forth. All made to live in the wild and protect it, despite their scary appearances, as well as occasionally protect humans from curses, famines, or fires. It was clear the previous ones didn't succeed due to their lack of interaction directly with humans. But these ones were stronger, and they had the advantage of taking one of Ocaeril's earlier traits as a kid-- His immense love for pranks.
"Gotcha. You wan' us to talk to the Archfey fella? I heard he's eh, a lil' bit eccentric."
Ocaeril raised a brow.
"You've all been born for less than a day and you already know about him? That's...Interesting. But nah, I'll do it myself. Thanks, though."
The Saci smiled and smoked again. "We have our ways, pops. Anyways, we'll be goin' now! Be careful out there!"
In a gust of winds, the Sacis and other spirits exited the World Tree-- and ran towards the dead and unhabituated islands. Xerneas would gift them with a temporary power that'd help to make nature grow fasters, as well as the natural resources of the world. Ocaeril, on the meanwhile, relieved himself while he wiped a proud tear away.
After that, he'd try and sense, or try and find info on where this Archfey fella lives.
( Space Buddha )