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orendalogs2015-11-06 11:01 am
thisishappening) wrote in orendalogs2015-11-06 11:01 am
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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!!”
What: A queen and her knave on an unexpected Pokémon adventure!
When: No point in particular
Where:
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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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.
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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!”
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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.
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Then she catches something a bit like a whiff of home and her giggles die down to something more thoughtful. Nora Valkyrie is after all, capable of moments of quiet between the long stretches of bedlam. She holds Ren maybe just a little tighter, because he’s her best friend, been with her forever, and…
“I wish the others could see this, too.”
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Soon, he thinks. Hopes. Sure, they’re going about it in a weird way, taking detours here and there to stop the bad guys, but…at least, even if they haven’t got a home, that still doesn’t stop them from being a Hunter/Huntress of Beacon.
“They would’ve enjoyed this,” he agrees, knowing that reassurance really isn’t necessary here—except maybe for the Lati, in terms of Jaune’s ability to keep it all in while in midair.
“They would’ve known what to do.”
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And the ground passes by far below as the Latis carry them on to whatever their destination may be.
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The orbs.
The orbs, or whoever’s carrying them off, anyway. He cannot read a person’s Aura from the impressions the Lati siblings have given them—neither can he sense the energies of the orbs themselves—especially not when they’re so high up like this. Yet the Pokémon seem quite aware of their destination, and Ren, after a bit of telepathic communication with both siblings, decides to let them lead them to where the orbs are.
Latios explains that it senses the Blue Orb closer by—a rather large city, quite unlike the cozy suburbs they’ve encountered so far—Lilycove is in many ways like Rustboro, though its perhaps more scenic, being located at the shores of a staggeringly wide ocean. The Lati however fly past these tall buildings and commercial centers, steering themselves northeast into open water as Ren reminisces on their encounters with Mr. Stone and Mr. Briney. Team Magma and Team Aqua…
Unbeknownst to their party, Team Aqua in particular has hijacked a submarine from Slateport and taken it to parts unknown. Had they stopped by a friendly house or Pokémon Center they might have heard the news from television and thereabouts—the activities of both terrorist groups have been covered by a fair amount of intrepid journalists, a pair of whom have even caught sight of the unusual specks in the sky, speeding northwest of Lilycove, and secured footage of their flight.
Finally, the Lati alight atop an island cove, its entrance partially submerged. Gently, Ren pats Nora awake and alights, nodding to the Lati as he picks up traces of other Auras—other people and Pokémon, somewhere beneath their feet. Either they have to dig their way down, or climb down and find an entrance somewhere…
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Second order of business is taking Magnhild from her side, folding her beloved weapon up into its projectile mode with an eager grin. Pokémon tournaments and battles and training are what they are, but this is a human’s fight at last!
Dig their way in? How about blast it? Knock knock~
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“We need a more delicate approach,” Ren informs her, gazing below them, at the waves breaking against the rocks below. It’s gonna be a wet climb down, great. But then again, it is Team Aqua they’re dealing with here.
The Lati themselves will have to stand guard outside, though their telepathy only seems to reach them from a certain range. Beyond that—like deep in the bellows of this carved-out mound of dirt in the sea—they’re on their own.
Which is fine. In a way, Pokémon trainers here are like the Hunters of Remnant—powerful individuals who make their own allegiances and act as a de facto police force in a world rife with fantastic creatures that may or may not be out to get them. Hell, the fact that the Pokémon can still be reasoned with already makes them a cut above the run-of-the-mill Grimm.
Yes, right. They’ll be climbing down—and he tells Nora as much as he draws StormFlower from its sheath, Magnolia climbing onto his back and, with a quick somersault, twists his body around in the air and lands parallel to the rock face, stabbing his guns into the dirt and skidding down, carving ridges as gravity pulls them both a ways down.