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Pokémon Omega RWBY

Who: Ren and Nora
What: A queen and her knave on an unexpected Pokémon adventure!
When: No point in particular
Where: ~~Some random woods in the Pokémon world~~ Petalburg Woods in Hoenn? okay that works too
Warnings: n/a

It had started at breakfast in the very literal sense. Nora had managed to convince—or nag, beg, cajole, whatever—Ren that the team was in need of good luck and a morale boost, and that had somehow translated into pancakes. Not just cafeteria pancakes, but homemade, which meant Ren was going to make them. He had, for whatever reason, accepted and gone along with this argument, but after everything had been assembled, Ren had picked up a spatula—and suddenly tripped on nothing and vanished into midair.

After several fruitless minutes trying to locate him inside the cabinets or behind the fridge, Nora had grabbed Magnhild in preparation to start knocking things aside. As soon as her beloved hammer was in hand, that was when she saw it: a whirlpool of light, spinning in the air right where Ren had vanished. Naturally, Nora had jumped right through it.

One falling sensation later, she was in a forest with Ren catching her fall. Not that he seemed to be expecting it. She flew out of the air right behind him, momentum knocking them both over and depositing them in a heap. That was when they met the guide (maybe capitalized, The Guide?) or at least a recording of him, and then were promptly left on their own in the middle of nowhere.

The light slanting through the leaves overhead had an orange cast to it, warning them that night approached. Clambering to the top of a tree had revealed no readily identifiable landmarks so a temporary campsite became the order of the night. Even though they hadn’t even had breakfast yet. Nora’s stomach was a-rumble and that wasn’t fair.

So, while Ren assembled a campfire, Nora went roaming the local vicinity for something resembling edibles. Berries, mushrooms…maybe she could even find a tree leaking sweet sap to eat! What she found, instead, was something completely different and entirely unexpected.

So it was that Ren would hear Nora shouting at the top of her lungs, in a rising tone of great excitement that usually meant trouble: “REEEEEEEEEEEN!!”

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Well they’re not in Kansas anymore. Or Vale, at the very least. And this is certainly nothing like the Emerald Forest. It’s teeming with life in its own way—sentient, perhaps—he can’t quite tell, since they’re out of the grass and he’s trying not to expend too much of his Aura in case he needed to get up and fight in an emergency.

All’s quiet in the…are these the Petalburg Woods? They are, aren’t they? Regardless, they haven’t run into any helpful signs as of late, and honestly? His stomach’s getting a bit growly as well. Maybe it’s because they’re having breakfast for dinner or worse—he’s got the feeling that even the vegetation is somehow fucking sentient, but he doesn’t get very far in speculating when Nora calls for him—

—And at the noise, the startled denizens of this world flee out of range of his Aura. He gets up from that campfire (which has been merrily crackling away for the past few minutes), spatula upraised, when—

—Nora comes running back out of the underbrush with something tawny-colored and roughly Zwei-sized clinging to her back and shoulders with claws practically the size of Taijitu fangs. Magnhild hangs from one of Nora’s hands in launcher form, while the girl waves her other hand frantically in the air as she stumbles out of the tall grass.

It takes a certain level of knowing Nora to distinguish her expressions of frantic anxiety to hyperactive glee, especially when she’s running around at top speed, but this is definitely the latter.

Her volume only gets louder rather than softer when the glow of the campfire leads her back to her childhood friend’s familiar face.

“REN! Ren, look! I went looking for food but instead I got ambushed! By a SLOTH!”

Ah, Nora made a friend sooner than expected. Which is fine, since these things happen and they are in a new place. Someplace that isn’t even in Remnant, no less. And if Nora is still alive despite the strangeness of that thing’s appearance…

He decides to withhold his opinions regarding how un-sloth-like that Slakoth really is, instead opting to put away his spatula before their little guest gets any ideas. Though frankly, he’s more worried about that thing attacking her, but…it doesn’t even look like it can muster the willpower to so much as scratch its own back, let alone Nora.

At least, that sort of qualifies it as a sloth, but in the interest of the wellbeing of their entire party he has to point out, not without a bit of apprehension:

“We haven’t got anything to feed it with, though.” Much less themselves.

Well, it did tumble out of a tree at her in a fashion that could arguably be construed as the ambush that Nora claims, but as it blinks its droopy eyes over her shoulder at Ren, it seems fairly obvious that if such an ambush-attack really happened, the creature quickly lost interest.

Meanwhile, Nora’s only retorting in energetic babble: “I know we don’t, that’s exactly why I was out looking, silly! Good to see you had no such trouble with the fire, though! As expected, of course, you’re not Beacon’s perfect student for nothing! I just had to show you this guy, though! Now we can have an actual sloth making our secret signal-call for us!”

If only Grimm were that easy to tame.

“You’ll have plenty of time for that, anyway,” he points out, drawing StormFlower from his sleeves as he does so. Nora’s new friend might be harmless, but there’s no telling if the rest of the denizens of this place might be.

But he’s already making a beeline for that clearing Nora had rushed out of moments earlier, hoping that he’ll find something marginally edible around here—or at least some indication as to civilization.

He can’t resist a jab, though: “Though I still don’t think they make a lot of noise.”

Aaand he’s off.

Nora doesn’t even have time to stop and consider the implications of Ren encouraging her to practice her sloth-call. She watches him zoom by, but only long enough to fall in only a few paces behind him with a delighted whoop while the Slakoth continues to cling, unbothered, to her back.

After all, Ren, it’s not like you told her to stay and watch the fire or anything, so it’s only natural to assume you’re just joining the search for breakfast-dinner.

But what about the fire—

Ah, nuts. At least the fire can act as a beacon on its own, and there isn’t much chance of it spreading around here, hopefully.

…Besides, he doesn’t mind having Nora tagging along, even with the sloth in tow, despite the fact that the little guy might have taken a liking to her. The feeling, of course, is undoubtedly mutual.

Still, something nags at him as he casts a glance at their new companion. “What are you going to call it?”

Ren no. Nora vaults a small bush, the kind that mighty Valkyries like her do not need to cut out of their way, but still doesn’t miss a step as her shoes touch ground again and she looks ahead at her friend with a surprised expression blossoming rapidly into an even more vibrant one of delight.

She was just enjoying the fuzzy bit of company, the sheer delight of an actual sloth, but now Ren has gone and implied—

“You mean I can keep it??”

You mean he could have stopped her?? Please. The best he can do is be grateful that they’re far enough from the campfire that she wouldn’t be able to see his smile in this dimness.

He shrugs. “Can’t hurt.”

Probably…

He could have. At least before this point, it hadn’t occurred to her to try keeping it keeping it. But, why not! Ruby and Yang have Zwei, don’t they? If they can find a portal back to Beacon, now she and Ren can have a pet, too!

Oooh, maybe it can even learn special attacks like Zwei! (Nora, you have no idea.)

But maybe keeping a sloth doesn’t hurt, but this might: with another delighted whoop, Nora uses Quick Attack and leaps forward, throwing her arms around Ren’s shoulders as he tackles him from behind in an overexuberant tackle-hug. Down they go!

Wait who said anything about—

“Wh—” Glomp.

Ren had put up a brave front, attempting to maintain his balance by letting his arms frantically windmill like that, but ultimately Hurricane Nora had proven too strong for him and down he goes, crashing onto his back with not the least bit of grace.

It was super effective.

Nora’s laughing brightly, both for their new pet and for poor Ren, and even her piggybacking Slakoth seems vaguely amused. One long arm stretches forward and pats his head with the tiny palm under those long climbing-claws, perhaps a ‘nice to meet you, thanks for letting me stay’, or maybe just a show of solidarity from one slower-than-Nora creature to another.

Ren laughs—and in contrast his voice is soft, subdued, but no less imbued with emotion. It’s the faint sort of chuckle as only a lifetime with Nora can draw out. He feels that gentle paw that feels as light as his laugh—but no less warm—meets the little not-sloth’s eyes, and decides that it might not be such a bad thing to let the little guy tag along after all.

Besides, he’s waiting for somebody’s stomach to grumble in 3…2…

When they’re that one in particular, gentle sounds don’t escape Nora’s ears. Ren doesn’t get a stomach-gurgle, but he does get a ‘boop’ and a bit of pink raspberry stuck out at him before Nora finally disentangles from him and pushes herself up with no self-consciousness whatsoever.

In fact, as she’s lifting her head, something comes into her field of view that she hasn’t seen before: a tree with pinkish leaves and fat blue fruits. Not that she has a clue, but it is, in fact, an Oran Berry tree.

“Oooo~! Ren, look! I think I see breakfast!”

Okay, those are even better than a stomach rumble, though it’s not easy to forget that she’s still hungry and in that state she might cause even more trouble than usual.

Besides Ren’s not sure if his stamina can keep up without a bit of breakfast to bulk him up a little. For fuck’s sake, who decided to imbue his spatula with weird transdimensional properties anyway?

But he spots that little berry bush and suddenly he’s a bit panicky. “Nora, wait. That could be poisoned.” Or worse, sentient.

Ren where on Remnant are you getting this sentient plant business from, really. Alas, Nora is already up and zipping over with nothing but a sketched outline of her presence to ever prove she’d been there at all.

She leans in over some of the lower branches, considering the berries, before turning her head to consider the Slakoth peering lazily over her shoulder.

“What do you say? Is it breakfast?”

It blinks slowly at her, but reaches out and snags a fruit with its claws quite contentedly.

“Well it’s not poisonous to Pak at least!” she calls back to inform Ren, as the sloth gets slowly to nibbling.

They are not on Remnant which is the gist of their problems right there. That aside he watches the sloth take it up between its claws and chew on it without visible effect.

So okay, that thing’s not poisonous to the native wildlife, but Nora…

Wait.

He turns to her. “Pak?”

Nora’s reaching out to pick a fruit for herself—it looks like a blueberry the size of a small apple, how bad could it be?—but pauses when she hears the sloth’s new name repeated back to her. That delays her into giving Ren a grin.

You asked, pal.

“Well he’s riding around on my back, isn’t he? He’s a back Pak!”

(She’s been hanging around Yang too much.)

Yes she has. Fortunately, he’s not really in the mood to facepalm, but he’s doing it anyway. Mentally. Where neither of them will have to see him. Still, he looks to that Oran Berry rather uncertainly, but what can you do? They really can’t expect the vegetation around here to conform to whatever has been set out in their survival training courses.

Best he can do really is to endure his own hunger pangs for a bit longer—so he can carry her to safety should the berries prove harmful, and so she can have more if they are indeed safe to eat.

Still, he plucks one off the bush, gazing at it intently before he senses movement a little ways behind. Quietly, he withdraws his guns and scoots backwards, drawing nearer to a thick cluster of bushes. He sweeps some leaves aside, aaaand…

…drops the Oran Berry in surprise when he hears the tiniest of squeaks.

The fruit rolls into the thick of the foliage, before a tiny pair of…hands? thrusts out of the leaves and plucks it off the ground.

Well, you can’t have Ren drawing StormFlower and slinking off without Nora taking notice, even if he is basically a ninja. They’re partners after all, so as soon as Nora notes Ren slipping away from her side with the soft, familiar ratcheting of his guns, Nora is all too eagerly flicking Magnhild out into hammer mode and covering his six. The Oran Berry she'd been holding is dropped in the meanwhile, though Pak continues to make slow work of his own.

Nevertheless, Nora got ambushed by Pak, after all—so who knows what else is out in these woods!

More small woodland creatures, from the looks of it. But one can’t be too careful regardless, and Ren’s heart is beating a mile a minute as he gently parts the bushes and finds…

A Ralts, already halfway into the berry before he’d startled it, and the next thing he knows the odd creature lets out a frightened squeak and stumbles out of the bushes and trips over the foliage, dropping facefirst onto the forest floor as the half-eaten berry rolls out of its grasp.

What…is it? Certainly doesn’t look threatening and it’s definitely devoid of Grimm markings1 Nora puts Magnhild away just as quickly as she got it out in the first place and steps closer, scooping up that half-eaten berry after it bounces off her shoe.

“Awwww, it’s tiny! Do you think it’s a baby? It looks like a baby.” What funny little feet! Continuing to take this whole alien world thing quite in stride, Nora brushes at her skirt and bends down, extending her arm and the fruit out to the unusual critter.

“Heeeey little guy. Good fruit for you and Pak, huh? Good for me and Ren too, you think? Sure looks yummy~”

“Nora, you—” he starts to protest, before deciding against it. He withdraws his weapons instead as the little creature draws hesitantly toward Nora, holding its hands out for the proffered fruit.

Great, he thinks. At least they get a bite to eat. Granted, he could’ve taken some for himself, but one of them has to be the sensible one around here. Besides, missing breakfast isn’t so bad if the day’s already almost over.

Speaking of…

“It’s getting late,” he observes, watching the shadows deepen around them even as the thing—rather cutely, he thinks—nibbles at its prize. And of course Nora has taken to it, despite the thing looking even more alien than the sloth is.

But he figures their business here is done; it’d be too risky to attempt another search in this dark. He gets up, thinking to leave the alien creature to its own devices, and starts to move away before he feels something catch at his pants leg.

He looks down—at those huge eyes peeking out from under the wide green brim of its cap—then he looks at Nora, and sighs.

Too bad Grimm aren’t this friendly! But, then again, if they were, who would be left to fight? She and Ren couldn’t be training to be Huntsman and Huntress if there weren’t Grimm to fight and Beacon was their only home so….

Well, Nora’s only meeting that sigh with another big grin. Nothing wrong with more company, right? As Nora saunters back to that tree and starts to load her arms up with as many of those blue fruits as she can reach, there’s really only one question to ask:

“What are you going to call it, Ren?”

It’s those big Nora-like eyes. That did it for sure.

But no, really. He’d be remiss to just leave it alone, especially after that first meeting. And why was it all alone, anyway? He couldn’t sense any other creature within their immediate vicinity.

And he knows what it’s like to have nowhere else to go…

“Only if you want to come,” he tells the creature as Nora turns back to the tree. It…seems to understand him well enough, if its bobbing its horn in their direction can be construed as a nod.

And when Nora asks, the name comes to him immediately.

He smiles, offering it his hand. “You can stay with us, Magnolia.”

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