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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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“Right.” For a moment he looks very pleased as Nora seemingly gets the gist of it, before he does a double take.

“What? I—no. Yes.” Technically that idea is pretty sound. Baiting and trapping Pokémon could work, but…well now it’s Ren’s turn to sort out his thoughts on that note.

What on Hoenn are you going on about, Ren? Meanwhile, Nora shuffles Pak about until the sloth is cuddled to her chest, his claws hooked over her shoulders and her hands underneath his bottom like carrying a small child. She starts walking, a calm and normal pace, and naturally presumes Ren will follow as he continues musing out loud.

“Let’s make it a picnic! We’ll just find someplace out in the woods to have a nice picnic, feed berries and cakes to any Pokémon that come looking, and we’ll make more friends!”

Really, Ren. The things you think.

Ren has been hanging out with you for way too long, clearly. But he can’t not get caught up in her pace, so he moves forthwith, casting a hasty glance at the uncharted woods clustering near the Dewford settlement, and he has to wonder.

“We’re going to need some supplies,” he says finally, thinking to that camp stove Mr. Stone had generously provided them—to say nothing of his…spatula. Does it still…count…if he uses it? Will their food get whisked away to another dimension if he tries frying something up with it?

He hopes the PokéMart has another spatula in stock. Stop it with the sane ideas Nora he’s starting to get the crazy ones

Don’t worry, Ren, it’s totally adorable and she’ll still win you plenty of Poképlushes to decorate that future secret base with. For now, though, she’s just nodding in agreement. Mr. Stone gave them a lot of things, it’s true, but they can’t live off that forever!

She reaches over, clapping a hand enthusiastically on her friend’s shoulder. “You take care of the shopping, I’ll hit the woods! …But not literally, I got that part. No hitting the Pokémon.”

There’s only one thing he can say to that: “Thank you.” The Pokémon will thank her too.

And so, a quick shopping montage occurs as Ren raids the nearby PokéMart for supplies, heroically raiding the half-off bins and buying magazines for coupons, until finally—

He marches over to Nora with the groceries in tow, and a new shiny frying pan and spatula strapped to his back. Both are thankfully devoid of transdimensional properties, and soon the hotcakes are sizzling merrily over a camp stove while Magnolia’s mixing up the batter at his side. Ren looks the very picture of the content housewife.

And Nora is, well, Nora. The town is out of sight here at the edges of the woods, but there’s a clear view of the sky ahead of them and her success at berry-foraging is obvious. Pak mustered enough energy to point her in the right directions with his nose, even, and at her side as she sits upon the ground is a heaping pile of large, fat fruits.

Funny thing, though. When she said feed ‘cakes’ to any wandering Pokémon she was in fact thinking of actual Pokémon treats. Instead Ren is making pancakes—and it’s like they’re almost getting a redo of that pancake-making morning that was interrupted by Ren tumbling through an invisible portal.

Minus being safe at home. Plus their little friends Pak and Magnolia. It’s not exactly a fair tradeoff, but…it’s not all bad.

Taillow chirp from the trees overhead, Wingull cry in the distance closer to shore, and Zigzagoon rustle around in the tall grass—and other varieties of Pokémon still, observing with wary curiosity as Nora coaxes Pak up a tree with an armload of berries to try sharing with some of the little bird-types perching there.

He’d checked. Making those special little treats for Pokémon require far more sophisticated equipment than their camping gear. Like a PokéBlock maker, to start with. Seems like they’ll have to raise a fair bit of money for their appliances, along with all other essential training equipment like laptops for easy item storage and a secret base of operations within walking distance of a Pokémon Center…

Right now Ren figures pancakes are the quickest way to go. It’ll fill up Nora’s endless void of a tummy and bulk up their new friends too—and their new-new friends as well, if they find any. But what the hey, they’ve got time; and he’s happy to watch Nora make friends on their own. As a matter of fact, so engrossed is he by Nora’s and Pak’s antics that he fails to notice Magnolia chirp in alarm, and when Ren masterfully flips a pancake high in the air, he has to take another second to register that rather large shadow looming from behind him.

All is quiet.

The pancake doesn’t come back down.

Nora’s managed to get herself halfway up that tree along with Pak, now, hanging from the underside of a sturdy branch not unlike a sloth herself. There’s a couple Taillow chirping away up there—except for the part where they suddenly go silent.

Ren’s Aura-sensing fails him. Naturally, so does Nora’s. She has no sense at all of that feeling that they’re being watched…but really, neither of the young Hunters can really be faulted there. The creatures investigating them are just as—if not more—intelligent as they themselves.

But what Nora does do is look back to see how Ren is doing—and that’s when she gasps and promptly loses her hold. She hits the ground a little hard but barely feels it, sitting up sprawled with wide eyes and an open mouth turning into a broad grin.

Fearless and naïve, she’s ignorant to the nature of the Pokémon hovering quietly behind her friend other than it’s big and blue and levitating. That’s like flying! It’s a big, flying Pokémon! And it’s so handsome! You know, for a creature that looks vaguely like a small airship in shape.

Thus she, in turn, fails to notice what happens right behind her. The air shimmers and flickers as a smaller red version of the Pokémon she sees behind Ren rustles its feathers and drops its invisibility at her back, stretching its head up to accept a berry held out to it by the ever-sleepy-looking Pak.

Aura fails when you’re sufficiently distracted ~~or nobody in this series would ever be caught by surprise~~, and, after all, there is no ill intent the Latios’s approach. It’s not a soulless Grimm, for one, and this Pokémon-filled forest is absolutely rife with souls, like some sort of Aural white noise. Or something.

Magnolia has promptly calmed down after sensing no hostility from the creature himself—only…a sort of vague curiosity of a kind. Ren, looking from this newcomer to his empty frying pan to Nora, looks a touch put upon. Then the Latias emerges from behind Nora, and of course, Ren’s first instinct is to alert her—

“Nora!” He’s pointing at it with his spatula.

Thankfully it’s merely a spatula and not a magic wand, nor is her name some dangerous spell to be cast—except for the part where it gets her attention and has a tendency to bring her running, which can be a threat all in its own regard, really.

But she blinks at him before craning her head straight backwards, regarding the Latias from an upside-down perspective. The creature’s golden eyes promptly turn down to meet her gaze, its mouth stilling in the chewing of the berry shared by the Slakoth above.

“Twins!” Nora exclaims in delight, throwing up her hands so suddenly that she falls onto her back without their support. The Latias squeaks in surprise and quickly floats backwards, though a few moments later it tentatively drifts forward again, perhaps investigating that Nora wasn’t hurt by her ‘fall’.

Even Ren starts at the outburst—and he’d been expecting it—and as he tries to get up and assist her, the Latios looms within sight.

“I…” Realizing that it would be a very bad idea to make sudden movements—especially with what appears to be a weapon in his hands—Ren carefully lowers that spatula and, thinking quickly, motions for Magnolia to pour the rest of the batter on his still-sizzling pan.

What the hell. This is what they’re here for, isn’t it? He looks to Nora, and shrugs. “I guess we have guests now.”

Yeah, he doesn’t get it either.

“Yeah! That was even easier than I thought!” Nora exclaims in delight, extending her hands upwards towards that angular Pokémon face. This is, indeed, what they were after. Time to try and make some friends!

The Latias cocks its head, as if hearing something, and looks over at the Latios with a thoughtful expression. It lowers itself to the ground, weight supported on claws and back fins, and drops its pointed nose to nudge gently against one of the hands extended towards it.

Nora grins, patting with her fingers, and turns her head to look at the pile of berries on the grass beside her. Still flopped over on her back, she plucks one up in her free hand before holding it up to the creature overhead. Very delicately, the Latias accepts.

You mean, time to hang back and let Nora work her magic while Ren tries to logic all this out from behind the scenes. Hell, even Magnolia seems more at ease with their guests—but Ren can’t help it, dammit. He’s never heard of Pokémon quite like them, before, and he’d done as much research as he could…

They really should visit a Pokémon professor soon. But, looking at the twins, he realizes that it does feel tempting to just fly around with them until they spot the nearest portal home…

While his inner thoughts are in turmoil, his reflexes stay sharp—a little too sharp, even, as he vaguely notices that one side’s done and he’s automatically flipped that pancake like he’d done with the previous, whereupon the Latios snatches it up neatly in its jaws. Huh.

Sorry Nora, but this guy’s appetite can give yours a run for your money.

“What…are you?” Ren finds himself asking, as the Latios lowers its head within the reach of his free hand. Uncertainly, Ren reaches out to pet it. The Latios doesn’t seem to mind.

The Latias finally sees fit in the meanwhile to settle down completely upon the grass, resting on its belly while Nora sits up to better continue offering it berries. There’s a sudden plop! as Pak drops out of the tree and onto the Latias’s head, causing the larger creature to squeak, but all Pak does is slip down its neck like a slide and tumble over to the berry-pile in a show of laziness masquerading as agility. (Lies, it was all gravity.)

The shy yellow gaze of the Latias peeks over at Ren, glances at the Latios again, and then suddenly comes a shy, unheard murmur that’s both vaguely feminine and very young. ‘Unheard’, because it’s not a voice aloud—more like the ‘voice’ one hears when thinking to themselves, a thing as much in formless imagery as words. A thought, but one passing from one mind to another.

::…He’s my big brother, Latios.::

Nora’s mouth falls open as she gasps.

He stops mid-petting, freezing up at the sudden intrusion in his mind. That’s…new. In a way telepathic communication might be on the same wavelength as Aura, but they’ll probably never know the whole truth of it—Ren least of all, despite being more in tune with his Aura than most.

“You don’t need to be afraid,” murmurs the voice of someone older, someone more masculine. Ren watches as the Latios dips its head low, and gingerly, he rests his hand over its head, as if a physical connection might count as a bridge to their mental ones.

It’s…incredible. He doesn’t know what to make of this moment, save for that niggling fact that something very profound has just happened—is in the process of happening. And with it comes the feeling that, after all, he’d rather not use these two as transportation.

“Thank you, but we don’t mind.”

Ren starts.

“Actually…” The Latios snaps up a berry proffered up to it by Magnolia, chewing meditatively as it continued: “We need your help.”

“Ooooh, a mission!” Now that’s talking Nora’s language! Or at least the part of her language that boils down to ‘Nora smash’. The huntress in her is restless, and jumps excitedly at what it hears at an opportunity. “…But wait, if he’s Latios, who are you?”

::Latias,:: comes the sheepish answer.

“Got it! And he’s Ren and I’m Nora, and that’s Magnolia and that’s Pak!” she makes a round of introductions for everyone, then focuses eagerly back towards Latios. No hesitation here. “What do you need help with?”

Ren gets the feeling—a distinctly nonverbal one—of amusement coming from Latios. We know, the Pokémon seems to say, having long since known their names and the names they’ve bestowed on their own companions. They also understand Nora’s intention—“mission” isn’t exactly a concept Pokémon are accustomed to, on their own—and perhaps it is because of Ren and Nora’s own unusual empathy and combat abilities that they’ve come to them rather than to anyone else.

Humans, after all, must bargain, and these two are in dire need of something important. Something that they might be able to assist them with, in turn. Isn’t it how it always goes?

Then again, they could’ve just come for the picnic.

Latios straightens up, looking to the sky before bowing low, shutting its eyes as it does so. Next comes a curious sensation, like a tiny prick in the back of their minds—then a scene—

—a bird’s eye view of a mountain’s peak—zooming in, breaking through clouds—graves everywhere—an old couple—two trainers at odds—one in red, the other in blue—a Pokémon battle—a stalemate—escape—

—flashes of red and blue splitting apart from the summit of Mt. Pyre as the combatants flee in opposite directions, each in possession of something ancient—dangerous—

Ren shudders as the vision comes to a close. He meets the Latios in the eye, and although he’s aware that they have, in some way, come to an understanding, he still feels the need to voice it out loud: “I recognize them.”

Their uniforms, anyway. And neither of them were the grunts they had seen so far—certainly not judging from their level of skill in combat.

Nora’s left in a bit more of a stupor when the vision ends, but the Latias gently nudges her shoulder with its snout and rouses the girl.

“Team Magma and Team Aqua!” she announces as her own grasp of reality reasserts itself. Though more clumsily than Ren does, she too grasps that they’ve been shown things that the Latios itself as seen, the knowledge creeping into her thoughts along with the vision.

While Pak continues munching at berries, unbothered, Nora has to wonder: “But what did they take?”

They possess an ancient power, Latios—he can’t really consider it a “the,” anymore, nor merely an “it”—replies, once again settling into their thoughts. They are deeply connected to this world.

“We have to stop them.” Ren is surprised at his own words, at his own determination. This, with the full knowledge that they’re now dealing with primal forces beyond mortal ken and that they’d be taking a huge detour from their initial objectives.

He already knows Nora will want to get into this mess, regardless—theirs is a connection deeper than the Pokémon themselves could convey.

Still, he’s a little apologetic, and a little embarrassed at how readily he’s taken up their cause. But Magnolia looks up to him and he looks to Magnolia and he knows he can’t do anything else—he can’t just leave them behind even if they’d found the portal sooner. They might be in danger. This odd, peaceful little world might be in danger.

It might even become like Remnant…

Nora’s good like that. She just needs to be pointed at an enemy and she’s happy to get to smashing. Pokémon battle with Pokémon, but people fight…well, it should be Grimm technically, but sometimes it’s other people, too.

She picks up a berry and starts munching on it herself, since Latios ate all the pancakes so far. “No problem!” she announces through her chewing. If she seems irreverent, well, she’s just Nora. Doesn’t mean she won’t give it her all.

::Thank you,:: Latias answers, nuzzling the side of Nora’s head a little and prompting some giggles out of the girl.

Back in their world, it’s becoming increasingly clear that people are the real threat to begin with…

But he watches Nora and Latias both and sighs and smiles, again doing nothing but warmly regarding Nora and her easy companionship with others.

It’s why we came to you, you know, the voice of Latios startles him out of his reverie, and Ren looks away from the scene, flushing slightly.

“She really is incredible like that,” he concedes, though he gets the feeling that that’s not quite what Latios had meant. Regardless, the rest of the day passes by peaceably enough, with Ren having managed to make pancakes for all of them.

And so night falls and they make camp, sleeping soundly next to their newfound allies, and in the morning—after a breakfast of yet more pancakes—they set off, into the sky, for parts unknown…

Maybe Slateport? Mt. Pyre? The Safari Zone???

Who even knows. But Ren is…clinging tightly to Latios, and trying not to look down below.

And then…there’s Nora.

Her whooping sounds distinctly like “YEEEEHAAAAAW!!” as Latias falls behind, only to put on a burst of speed and go streaking on ahead of them through the sky, streamers of clouds like little jetstreams trailing from the ends of her wings. The younger of the Lati siblings may be quieter and shyer in speech, but when it comes to flight, she comes to life in sync with the boisterous young huntress on her back.

It’s still safer than that time she rode in on an Ursa.

Thank goodness Latios is flying much more carefully—he seems to be aware that Ren doesn’t want to become Vomit Boy 2.0. True, Ren’s done his fair share of flying kicks and punches but those were…temporary. And he was never quite so far off the ground and at the mercies of creatures he doesn’t quite understand…

Also, watching Nora go at it is making him even queasier.

“Nora, please…” he pleads, though he isn’t sure if he can be heard at this rate. Whether or not it might be safer than a joyride on an Ursa doesn’t matter—it isn’t safe for her to mess around like that, dammit, and he’s already trying to focus on worrying about her instead of throwing up all over poor Latios.

Nope, she can’t hear a word, not between the distance and the rush of the wind past her ears. Pak hangs from her chest like a baby in its carrier once again, but is sound asleep and spared the horrors of this wild ride.

Nora, on the other hand, continues to have the time of her life, laughing and whooping as Latias ducks and weaves through the clouds, then crests and dives right through them like a dolphin in the sea. Really, maybe Ren should just feel lucky there’s no gathering storm, because imagine how that might supercharge our little Valkyrie thunderbolt.

Eventually, though, Latias swoops back to Latios’s side and falls in formation, wingtip to wingtip and—

“Coming aboard!” Nora whoops, before running across the study plane of Latias’s wing and leaping over to Latios’s back.

Like a pro, she drops into sitting right behind Ren, and throws her arms around his waist for a handhold while she’s laughing with delight.

“This is amazing!”

Well with Magnolia sitting pretty on Latios’s head and everyone else chipper and otherwise not suffering like he is nobody really has any reason to worry. Aside from a potential upchucking of fruity doughy leftovers their troubles feel like a million miles belowground. There’s naught but the exhilarating rush of adventure to be had and a whole world that spans multiple continents and possible lifetimes of searching, but up here, up above the clouds, that sort of thing doesn’t feel quite as overwhelming as it might have been.

Thankfully none of their Pokémon are electric types, or they’d be in huge trouble…

Of course, a very different sort of storm is brewing from within Ren’s quailing heart as Nora hops onboard, arms snug around him and—well, while he’s used to her very open displays of affection, this is…

“Y—Yeah…” he murmurs, noncommittally, ducking low as if to hurl, but it’s really more to hide his blush than anything else—at least the embarrassment is enough to take his mind off of any sort of motion sickness?—regardless, Magnolia’s horn is glowing bright red and Ren can feel, a little sullenly, a warm bubbling of amusement pouring into his mind, courtesy of the twins’ psychic connection. Great. Thanks, you guys.

Pokémon Omega RWBY

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