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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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—ploop! That would be a berry getting poked into Ren’s mouth while it hangs open to speak. She heard that rumbling, man, and while it may be so that you have let her go hungry on occasion, she’s not returning the disfavor.

Without missing a beat, she turns down to Pak, who has finally roused and is reaching its long arms up to her again. She helps her furry backpack sling back into place and gives him a fruit, too, as she says, “Well that’s still the best direction to go, right? We need a base of operations to search for portals from!”

Isn’t he so lucky. But he’s well and duly shut up, and even Maggi’s delighted at the display. It’s standing up now, trying to nudge its half-eaten berry at his lips.

Ren swallows, looking at the proffered berry uncertainly, before taking a bite out of it, too. There’s no winning with you guys.

“Might as well,” he replies, tired of arguing. Maybe one day one of them can learn Hidden Power so they can fill a treehouse full of plushies and such. Right now Ren opts to put out the fire and gather Magnolia up in his arms. Hopefully they can be passed off as pets in this strange new world.

“Lead the way.” Please. So he can get some honest-to-goodness people breakfast for a change.

It hardly counts as an argument when it's only three tags long, but hey. The fire is extinguished, its ashes buried, and off Team MRPN goes in search of that city whose lights Nora glimpsed twinkling in the distance of the night.

As it turns out, though, they don't have to get very far along before greater signs of civilization are encountered. Ren said he sensed people, and so it proves to be true: a small figure appears through the trees before long, a small boy in a big straw hat with an even bigger butterfly net in hand. There's not the least bit of anything threatening about him, not even the way his eyes light up when he spots them.

"Hey, hi!" he exclaims, waving his hand as he runs up towards them. "You have Pokémon! Wanna battle?"

A strange request to make of strangers, but what does one have to do with the other? Not that Nora stops to wonder given that she's pulling Magnhild out to--

Hey with Nora you might as well quit while you’re ahead. Which is something their fellow trainers will learn soon, no doubt.

And of course, even bug nets can morph into powerful weapons, but this isn’t Remnant, and Ren’s quick enough to put two and two together to figure out what “Pokémon” means.

“Nora, wait!” With Maggie cradled in one hand, he reaches out with the other to cut between Magnhild and that kid.

Thankfully, Nora waits, much to the relief of that wide-eyed child. She hadn’t even noticed the small red and white ball he’d pulled out with the hand not carrying his net.

A ball that he has now dropped in his shock of being so narrowly saved from getting hammer-bashed. When it hits the ground it pops open and a strange burst of light comes out of it, swiftly solidifying into a red, caterpillar-like creature.

They’ll learn quickly enough that they haven’t seen them all. Ren regards the Wurmple carefully. It doesn’t appear hostile, and yet there’s no telling what it might do when its master had just been threatened.

And as alien as it looks, he can at least identify it as one of the myriad presences that this forest is brimming with.

He turns his attention to the boy, whilst warily keeping one eye on his Pokémon still. “You mean…” he begins, carefully, as he motions to Maggie. “…them, right?”

“Ye—Yeah,” the boy responds, eying Nora just as warily. “I mean…we don’t have to if you don’t want to. It’s fine! Really!!”

“Awwww, I thought you wanted to spar,” Nora pouts, but lowers her hammer. Nevermind that this kid is maybe eleven at most and even if he was a Huntsman-in-training that wouldn’t be a fair fight.

Planting Magnhild’s handle against the ground like a walking stick, she bends down and looks at the Wurmple, then over her shoulder at Pak.

“Do you wanna spar, Pak?”

The Slakoth cracks open an eye, yawns, then nuzzles his face back into the loop of his arms around Nora’s neck and returns to sleep. Guess not.

That’s why she’s got Ren.

Who, as it happens, is struggling to keep his Pokémon from wriggling out of his grip.

“Magnolia?” The critter in question struggles in the crook of his arm, flapping its tiny hands about in the Wurmple’s general direction, as if eager to make friends with it, or…

“Oh, no.” Ren immediately crosses his arms to lock the Ralts in place, preventing its escape. The aforesaid creature begins squeaking in protest. Ren turns to their challenger.

“We’re sorry to bother you.” Never mind that he’d been the one to approach them first. “We’re leaving now. Come on, Nora.”

Magnolia’s squirming gets Pak to open its eyes again, but as Ren carries him off and Nora trots after him, the Slakoth settles back into slumber.

“Poh-kay-mon, huh?” she sounds out the word as Magnhild folds back up and gets tucked back into her carrying-place. “Guess that’s like ‘Grimm’ but…not very Grimm-like?”

And Maggie hangs off of his arms in defeat, somehow achieving a rather sloth-like posture as it does so. Ren pays it no heed for the time being—his mind is still on the new information that kid inadvertently shared with them, and more importantly that…summoning device…

“They’re probably used as weapons,” he muses out loud. Definitely similar to Grimm, but…oddly tame, for all of that. He’s no stranger to kids accomplishing supernatural feats, but there’s no Dust within the vicinity (a problem, when he runs out of ammo) and that boy had maintained a rather carefree attitude about the whole thing until Nora brought out the hammer.

Maybe they’ll find some answers once they reach the city. It can’t be much further.

Rustboro City, it was called, and the thought that their new companions might not be allowed near proved an unnecessary worry. The woods gave way to open land and a well-traversed road and no one looked twice at Pak or Magnolia…unless it was to ask for a battle, much as the boy in the woods had done. Pokémon were almost everywhere they looked, either wild or in the companionship of people.

POKéMON TRAINER'S SCHOOL proclaimed a sign not far from the entrance of the city. We’ll teach you anything about POKéMON!

“But do you think they know anything about portals back home?” Nora asked, tapping her chin as she considered it.

Even Ren has to admit that he’s enjoying himself quite well, watching all the varieties of this world’s native creatures roam about. It’s even nicer to see that many of them enjoy the companionship of a human being and vice versa. Even battles, he realized, were more for sport than anything else—a way to better themselves and the creatures around them.

“I don’t think so,” he replies, squinting at the sign. Do they even have time to attend school? It’s clear enough, however, that their next priority seems to be in making sense of these creatures around them.

And besides, a school is as good as home to him, even though it’s unlikely they’ll stay that long in here. Still, he nods to Nora, and goes inside.

Nobody knew anything about portals. Someone did tell them about a move called “Teleport”, though. And then they had to explain “moves”, and battling, and the natural abilities of Pokémon…. It was a crash course if they’d ever had one, so thank goodness they had the perfect student on hand. Not that Nora failed to learn anything of use, mind you. She learned that Pak was a “Slakoth” and Magnolia was a “Ralts” and someone even gave them both a free set of “Pokéballs”.

Nora looked down at the device, then at Pak. They’d seen the devices in use several times already, but….

“I think he’s more comfortable as a back Pak, really.”

Thank you random schoolkid. Everyone here, at least, seems mostly friendly and helpful, albeit a bit baffled that these two foreigners would be so unaware of something as pervasive as Pokémon. Regardless, they’ve picked up a lot of important info—including the combat abilities of their new companions. Perhaps it was fortuitous after all, to have run into Pak and Magnolia, if only because such beings have become an essential in moving around this new world of theirs.

But first off, he’s interested in paying a visit to the Pokémon Center—the central hub for “trainers” like them, it seems. It wouldn’t be a bad idea to get Pak and Magnolia checked out by the health specialists there, even as the issue of Magnolia’s own abilities continues to nag at him. “Teleport” is a hot or miss, and apparently a localized ability. However, Trace and Synchronize are two such abilities that Magnolia has yet to exhibit, and…really, the more he hears about Pokémon from the other students, the more he realizes that he might have done Magnolia an injustice in keeping it from realizing its potential in battle.

Not that Magnolia’s taking it against him, but he looks down into those huge, huge eyes and wonder at what he’s really got in his hands right now.

He turns to Nora. “Good idea.” Not that the Pokéballs wouldn’t be useful if they get tired or injured, but Ren finds that he enjoys this little bit of warmth in his arms after all.

They make it to the Pokémon Center soon enough—and Ren hands his Ralts over for inspection before moving to sit on a nearby couch. Posted on the wall opposite them is a map of the region—Hoenn—a rather large place, to be sure. And only a fraction of this world’s size.

What if the search for the portal takes forever?

Nora doesn’t even have to hand Pak off. When it sees Magnolia being handed to the nurse at the main desk, he chuffs a sound of some variety and slings himself onto the desk, himself, plainly set on following the smaller Pokémon. Nora ruffles the tuft of hair atop its head before trotting off with Ren and flopping gracelessly on the couch beside him.

The flop is soon a sag as she leans heavily against his shoulder, yawning. Now her body thinks it’s time to sleep at last, after a dull night and what amounts to a morning of cram classes. It was intriguing stuff in its own way, sure, but now with the opportunity to settle a bit…Ren pillow get.

They’ll figure out how to synchronize with this world’s schedule eventually. He’s grateful enough that the day and night cycle appears similar to their world, even if he had only been able to see a single moon from they were at.

The Mossdeep Space Center is still a ways away, after all.

He smiles when Nora sags against him, leaning his head back against hers when he finds that she’s conked out at last. He’s not really tired himself—as a matter of fact, all that studying had been more stimulating for him than anything else. Not to mention there’s that little magazine rack in the corner to keep him occupied…

That said, he’d been about to leaf through an article about some sort of Pokémon beauty pageant when the nurse arrived with both of their Pokémon in tow. Magnolia leaped gladly onto his lap as he briefly chatted with the nurse, noting with some surprise that this bowl-cut critter was a “he” after all, and that it was very important should he ever consider how he wants to facilitate his Pokémon’s growth and development.

And then there’s Nora who, as usual, keeps on sleeping quite easily through the gentle chatter close at hand. Pak takes one look at her and crawls up onto the couch as well, hanging off her shoulders again but this time from the front, a chest pack instead of a Pak back. He’s asleep again in no time at all, but the nurse points out that that’s quite normal. 20 hours of sleep and three leaves a day, that’s the basics of what a Slakoth needs to be happy and healthy.

Nora’s only input on the conversation is a muted mutter of “blueberry pancakes” as he shifts in her sleep, shifts her arms around Pak’s coziness, and settles back into her slumber. Give her another half hour to power-nap and she’ll wake up as electrically charged as ever and ready to go.

A surprisingly low maintenance Pokémon for such a high maintenance trainer like Nora. Then again, she does do well with characters like that…

Anyway, by the time that half hour elapses Ren was able to inquire further regarding the whereabouts of their new world, including where to get food. Battling will have to be a necessity, though it seems that they can live off of the charity of the Pokémon Center as well. Out in the wild though, that might not be such a hot idea, and Ren realizes that they’ll probably have to go into a lot of uncharted territory in order to find that damn portal.

He pokes Nora gently on her cheek. “Nora?”

Nora snorts softly but her eyes pop open, bleary for a moment before they look up and find Ren’s face close by. Not the usual circumstances by far, but she’s a morning person, not a mid-afternoon person. Thankfully, though, nobody’s ever of the expectation that Ren should sing-song her awake like she does to him on mornings when he’s slow to rouse.

She gives him a sweet, if groggy, smile before she sits up, yawning and stretching her arms high overhead. There’s a couple pops and cracks, perhaps even a few electrical zaps, but as she drops her arms again it’s with a contented sigh and a brisk shake.

“We all done, Ren?”

Ren is probably tone deaf lbr

“We should get something to eat.” Berries for sustenance does not make for a decent repast, after all. “Though they haven’t got blueberry pancakes in the cafeteria.”

“Aww. Do they have any pancakes at all?” she asks even as she’s popping up off the couch, shifting Pak’s arms a bit like one would adjust the straps of a backpack no settling quite right and about as thoughtlessly, too. They’re a well-adapted pair already.

Standing now, she looks down at Ren expectantly. She’ll likely have no trouble falling asleep closer to local time now, but the nap will get her through the afternoon.

Nora has always been good at adjusting to things…then again, he and Magnolia are pretty comfortable in each other’s company, too.

That said, he shakes his head. “I’m afraid it’s a little late for that now.” It’s approaching dinnertime, after all. “But there’s a grocery nearby; we can pick up some supplies later.”

There’s just the issue of money—which…Ren will elaborate later on. No need to get Nora all excited before he gets a chance to replenish his energies first…

Dude, you just sat on a couch for an hour while Nora sleep-mumbled sweet pancake nothings into your shoulder, you should be perfectly replen-- right, food, right.

“If anyone needs good luck pancakes now, it’s definitely us,” she points out, having spotted that map of “Hoenn” ahead of them and…it’s a big old world out there and the Guide was rather short on advice, being a recording and all.

So sue him for wanting some foods and wanting to get his Ralts all nice and fed before they start considering Pokémon battles. And anyway, mealtimes are always a good chance to mingle with others, though at this rate Ren will miss the solitude they enjoyed at the woods together.

“Yeah,” he says quietly. “I want to go home, too.”

But with mealtime over they emerge from the Pokémon Center flat broke still, but Ren is at least in better spirits than before. They could always turn in here for the night later on, but there’s still enough light outside for them to explore this city.

Then again, they haven’t really gotten that far before someone’s shouting “Help!” and a red blur dashes past them, making a beeline for the Rusturf Tunnel.

It might not have been pancakes, but hey, it was pretty good food in the end, anyway. A solid, more varied meal energizes Nora further. She’s ready to take charge and lead on, jump on an Ursa or a Death Stalker (or the local Pokemon equivalents), she’s queen of the castle and—

Help! is an excellent call with which to grab the attention of a Huntress-in-training. The shout doesn’t seem to come from that red blur, but it must certainly be related!

“On it!” she exclaims, and she is just as suddenly gone, a pink blur in pursuit of the red one.

Guess it’s left to Ren to actually figure out what she’s chasing.

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