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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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He couldn’t help himself.

“Magnolia.” He’d meant to scold, but the name had come out rather uncertainly. This is indeed what Pokémon are meant to do, right? Challenge each other and grow stronger for it? Ren doesn’t forget his lessons so easily, after all, and he’s learned plenty during his stay at Rustboro.

The Ralts gives a growl—tentative, at first, before Maggie’s drawing in all the air he could into his tiny lungs and letting out a growl that’s about as fierce as a kitten yawning. The Geodude looks baffled at first, before raising its fist and bringing it down onto its opponent—

Thump! That’s a rather meaty-sounding thud as the Geodude’s fist collides with—Pak’s back, as the creature takes a tumble forward over Nora’s shoulder just in time to bellyflop right onto poor Magnolia. Nobody’s upholding Double Battle rules here, nope, though Pak still winces at the taken blow, despite Magnolia’s growl having flustered the Geodude’s attack somewhat.

And then—and it’s a home run! Which is to say that’s one (1) Geodude shooting through the air and slamming into a far cavern wall hard enough to get embedded in its own little crater, courtesy of one hammer-wielding Nora. Actually it looks rather comfortable for a rock-type Pokémon and all. A hole fitted just for it.

Nora does not pursue. It’s perhaps an uncharacteristic bit of restraint from her…but these Pokémon are a lot closer to wild animals than Grimm. Why, she didn’t even accompany that side-swing with a triumphant cry of any kind. It’s no fun bashing little animals around, but you gotta protect your own, right?

Hey, it’s the same as switching one Pokémon for another, anyway. Ren’s barely able to react before Nora sends that Geodude flying, and it’s pretty much a done deal since Steel beats Rock. That said, he’s quick to turn his attention to their own Pokémon, kneeling down next to the both of them as he begins rummaging his pack for some medicine.

Magnolia, in the meantime, remains unscathed as he wriggles out from under Pak.

Lucky for Slakoths, HP is inclined to be their highest stat. Pak shuffles himself a little sorely, doing his best to push himself up as Magnolia wriggles out from under him. Of course, he immediately flops down on his round red rump in a sit, yawning and looking rather tired from his exertion.

With Ren tending to Pak, Nora kneels down and pets Magnolia’s hairlike cap. “Good teamwork!” she praises.

Just a little spritz from that medicine bottle should do it. Pak still needs a bit of rest, but Ren isn’t too worried about him.

“That was pretty brave,” he remarks, wondering if the little guy can understand him. Magnolia, in the meantime, glows under Nora’s praise, his little horn growing warmer as she pets him.

And Ren watches them both with a smile, recalling what info he could from Rustboro. Of course a Ralts would find themselves easily attracted to Nora and her boundless cheer, but hey. Ren figures he could stand to give his own Pokémon some more.

“They could still use more training,” he points out, to Nora. “But as the junior members of Team Marzipan, they’re doing pretty well.”

Hah, she knew it was a good name.

“It was a good first effort and a good tag-team! They’ll be as good as you and me in no time!” Nora agrees.

Pak gives himself a little shake, reaching back to comb his claws through his wet-spritzed patch of fur there, but he does feel better as soon as the medicine has worked its way down to his skin. The Pokémon chuffs a contented sound as he looks back over his shoulder with a sleepily pleased face, then shuffles back up onto his feet at last.

Only to put those long sloth-arms of his up and drape them over Ren, half ‘hug me’ and half ‘carry me’. Another friend has been made.

It warms his heart to see, if nothing else, that Nora’s really good with the Pokémon. But he helps Pak up himself—guess they’ll be exchanging Pokémon for a while, eh? But Ren is in a much better mood than when they’d started out.

And more importantly, he can’t deny his own Pokémon any battles now. Not when Magnolia over there is even more determined to win Nora’s praise. He can’t even feel jealous about it—after all, loving Nora is a matter of course.

Of course…

“Having them around will make searching for a portal a lot easier,” he remarks, all business once more. “We’ll both have to take some time to train them.” Which means, of course, that their return home might be delayed—albeit for the greater good, right?

With Ren now loaded up with Pak, Nora helps herself to picking up Magnolia and oh my gosh what a difference he’s so cute and tiny and look at those big ol’ eyes and finds that the little guy is a much lighter load than Pak is.

She sets him on her shoulders like a kid and holds on to his teeny little feet to help keep him in place.

Don’t worry, though, she’s not ignoring Ren or what he has to say. “A team of four can do a lot more than a team of two, especially if they’re strong enough to kick butt on their own! We’ll have to get them on a regimen, teach them how to spar and how to watch each other’s backs!”

And of course it goes without saying that even their Pokémon are expected to work together as a team.

“We might have to wait for them to evolve, too.” Why yes, there’s that other interesting tidbit they’d learned at the Pokémon school. The ability to grow stronger and better than what they were before. Could the Grimm manage that, too?

Plus, Magnolia with a combat skirt. Worth it.

The thought of Pak growing into something a lot more energetic than what he is now is pretty exciting, too. He’ll be the only one in the world truly capable of keeping up with his chosen human!

But Nora’s willfully picking up another vibe from this conversation. She frees one hand from Magnolia’s feet in order to latch on to Ren again, tugging him along down the cavernous tunnel. The sooner they find this Steven guy, the sooner they can get back to their own quest.

“Don’t worry, Ren—we’ll find that portal home!”

Of course, the way to Steven is perilous in terms of even more Pokémon attacks, but the more they press on, the better they’re getting at it. And well, they’ve got plenty of medical supplies to spare just in case anything should go too badly, but it hadn’t been necessary even as they’d finally reached Steven somewhere in the deeper recesses of the Granite Cave.

Fucking rock collectors, man.

Steven thanks them for the letter and offers them a TM of his favorite move—one that, unfortunately, neither of their Pokémon can use. Before they part ways, however, he mentions that heading to Sinnoh might be a good idea if they want to improve their Pokémon further.

They’ll meet again, anyway. Ren’s not too concerned about any cryptic hints dropped their way, but it does give voice to his concerns that they really need a feasible way of getting around this world. Mr. Briney could only take them so far…

When they reach the surface again Ren whips out his PokéNav, flipping over to the map function, which, alas, only contains a map of Hoenn and the nearby regions. There’s a possibility that a portal might not even be on this region, and the thought of it irks him.

Then again, he’s a bit hesitant to let go of his Pokémon so soon…

Worriedly, he turns to Nora. “Where do we go from here?”

Ren asking Nora for ideas is so bad an idea it takes her mun a good two weeks to even begin to grasp it.

Since leaning over to look at Ren’s map is easier than pulling out her own, that’s just what Nora does. She considers the image of the region and its crisscrossing routes, hmm-ing loudly as she considers their options before launching into:

“Well we won’t find home just by standing around so obviously the best thing to do is keep moving! The portal wasn’t anywhere we’ve been which means it’s somewhere we’ve haven’t been and look, these routes are all numbered!” She reached over, tapping the map with a fingertip. “We can just keep track and knock them out one by one and be done in no time!”

She may be a bit mislead as to the size of the continent given the scale of the map, but then again….

Well, if there were any portals in the well-paved roads, then there should’ve been news of it by now, should it? What they really need to do is to look in the same secret places that Pokémon hide in—the paths least traveled. At least, he thinks so, though checking on the news from time to time wouldn’t hurt, either.

His thoughts amid Nora’s ramblings are interrupted by a shadow flitting across the sky—Steven, on the back of his Skarmory, no doubt on their way for more rocks up ahead. In some ways Ren figures they’ll have to emulate him to a degree, chipping away at whatever they can find for a chance to go home.

In the meantime though, that’s inspiration aplenty for one day. He turns to Nora once again.

“We’ll need a flying Pokémon.”

Well that’s what happens when only Chosen Ones can see the portals in the first place. In fact, they’ve probably walked by several already over the course of this little adventure but were simply too distracted by everything else going on at the time to notice.

She looks up at that passing shadow though, eyes brightening with excitement.

“Ooooo~!” she coos, throwing her hands up in delight as she then exclaims, “Dibs on a Nevermore!”

That’s Grimm, Nora, not Pokémon. Maybe we can find her a Honchkrow….

Right well if you hadn’t taken too weeks I might have remembered the setting’s mythos huff!!!

Ren is very firm, however: “We’re going to need something friendlier.” And they might as well get started, or this cache of Pokéballs Mr. Stone gave them will go to waste.

Who needs Pokéballs when Pokémon just walk right up to you? But what Nora actually retorts is: “Pokémon are all friendly! Once you tame them! Though I wonder what it says about them when you’ve got to beat them up with another Pokémon, first….”

She rubs her chin, considering Pak’s drowsing face, and changes her mind.

“Got it! It’s really the Nevermore that’s got dibs on me!”

Ren considers this for a moment. After all, Pokémon seem attracted to her positive energy for the most part—maybe she’ll manage to befriend some Flying type before they realize it. Of course, as Nora had pointed out, there had been several battles in the Granite Cave that proved their experiences to the contrary. Pokémon, it seems, come in a variety of personalities—some of which bordered on the masochistic—and they might have to wing it if they’re ever going to get anywhere.

Jaune and Pyrrha must be worried by now…

Will they ever go back home?

It’s really the Nevermore that’s got dibs on…

“A Nevermore might run away from you on sight.”

Some people might manage to take that as an insult. Nora, on the other hand, looks over at Ren for another moment or two of thought before grinning broadly. To her, that was a compliment.

“And it would be right to, too!” she exclaims, pumping a fist in front of herself. “Any Nevermore that thinks it’s gonna come at me like that has another thing coming!”

She’s not being very consistent about her angle of attack here, is she? Well, one shouldn’t be all that surprised, given that she’s grown up in a world infested with Grimm and Pokémon are a far, far newer experience.

It is a compliment, however wistful. He almost misses the Nevermores because, after all, they’re part of home. Which…home kind of sucks in a lot of ways like that, but at least it meant a place where he and Nora could stay together.

“Since we haven’t found any around here…” Is that a good or a bad thing? “We could try looking for some bird-types, like the one Steven used to fly away from here.” What was that again? Damn, they really do need a PokéDex here.

“I’ve seen lots of birds around…but they’re so small!” Nora observes, setting her fists on her hips as she cranes her attention skywards. Taillow and Wingull abound in this corner of the continent, but she at least hasn’t seen anything bigger than that.

Which leads one to wonder…. “What if we need a big flying Pokémon just to find a place where we can find big flying Pokémon??”

“That’s an option.” And it will probably involve climbing tall mountains and a bunch of other difficult shit in order to find a decent-sized one, no doubt. Then again, he isn’t completely discounting the option: high places offer good views for portal-seekers, as well as any intrepid bird Pokémon willing to help them see the sights.

He looks at their current lineup and decides that they can’t possibly sprout wings and carry them off. “Or we could try catching one of the smaller ones and seeing if they’ll evolve into something bigger.”

He actually looks a bit incredulous at his own suggestion—because it means more time investment, plus, it’s weirdly crazy in its own way. Nora’s rubbing off on him help

It’s not an option, it’s an impossibility. A Catch-22, if you will. How do you get a big Pokémon to take you to big Pokémon, if you need a big Pokémon that you don’t have in the first place?? It’s crazy alright, but come on, Ren, you can handle it. She’s the only BFF you’ve got. (And that goes the opposite direction, too, let’s not forget that.)

Catching a small Pokémon just to evolve it, though…. Nora holds her chin in a very hard look of thought, but can’t come up with anything better.

“Right! Let’s get to it, then!” she exclaims, mustering enthusiasm no differently than she does the electric charges of her Semblance. She rushes towards the nearest field of tall grass, pulling out her hammer and—yeah this girl’s never gonna adjust to the distinction of attacking Pokémon with Pokémon rather than herself.

…And now he’s on high alert as he quickly moves to stop her. “Nora, wait!”

Is he the only one of them who’s figured out how combat here works? Yep. She’d been asleep while he was receiving his little cultural education back in Rustboro, after all, and the boat ride hadn’t been conducive to much conversation, it looks like.

Still, he moves quickly enough, though Magnolia’s the first to grab her by the ankle in a panicked attempt to keep her from fucking up the ecosystem.

“You might scare them off,” Ren says, by way of explanation, once he’s caught up. Well, and she might kill them off by accident too, but Nora can put two and two together for that.

Nora skip-hops to a surprised stop at Ren’s shout, making it all the easier for Magnolia to catch up and wrap around her ankle. She halts completely, looking down at him, and turns when Ren catches up. All the meanwhile, Pak just continues to hang from her back, his weight negligible compared to the load capacity of Nora’s trained and electrified muscles.

THUMP. She lets Magnhild’s head drop to the ground and ‘awww’s as she leans against the handle. Sorry man, but it’s just boring letting the Pokémon have all the fun. That Geodude attacked them; it makes no sense that people shouldn’t attack Pokémon right back!

“We have to do it their way,” he points out, casting a glance at both their Pokémon, exceedingly grateful that sharp reflexes accompanied her trained and electrified muscles. While he didn’t mind leaving themselves out of the fighting (the portal is more important—getting back to Beacon is more important), he could understand her issue to some extent.

What were they supposed to do while they’re here, anyway? He relaxes and Magnolia relaxes, looking inward, opposite the shore, to the vegetation surrounding the Granite Cave. Dewford is a small town, but it is not completely bereft of natural resources, even if most of them seem to have made their way underground.

“I think…” He looks to Magnolia next, who stares upward. “I think this is their battle, not ours.” So they should see what their Pokémon want, first.

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