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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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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.

“Like at a tournament, huh?” That’s not exactly what Ren said, but that’s what Nora takes from the battle not being theirs. She hefts Magnhild a bit before folding the hammer back up again, and Pak drops to the ground with a little slump to get out of the way of her attaching it to her back again.

The Slakoth shuffles back to her feet then, though namely to Magnolia, yawning before giving the other Pokémon an affectionate headbutt. Pak then promptly slumps to the ground, pillowing his head upon folded arms.

Well, so much for that.

“Exactly.” Close enough. He’s heard about the Pokémon League, but it’s only a minor blip in his radar considering that they’re training their Pokémon for entirely different objectives.

“Besides…” He looks to Pak and sees her slump to the ground without further ceremony. “There are other ways to acquire Pokémon. Ones that don’t have to involve fighting.”

But gambling at the Game Corner takes fooooreeeeveeeeeeer!

Not that Nora knows about that particular option, but Ren's caught her mildly by surprise. Okay, she clearly missed something along the way (no surprise), but that's exactly one of many reasons why Ren is so good to have around. When she's done cooing at Pak giving Magnolia some cuddly sloth love, she picks the little creature up (he slumps over her arms like a giant bean bag and doesn't stir a bit) before facing Ren again.

"What do you mean?"

Ren isn’t as affectionate with his Pokémon, but Magnolia’s horn glows warmly as always as he takes his usual spot next to his master’s leg. Underneath the brim of his mushroom-cap bowl cut is a pair of wide, fierce little eyes, and Ren knows that he’s itching for another Pokémon battle, itching for another opportunity to improve himself. The fact that he’s holding back means a lot to Ren, who sees a need for balance in whatever their endeavors.

Like now. “You’ve already been making friends.” Friends, as in plural, as in, Pak is not the only Pokémon she’s bonded with. Ren gives Magnolia a little pat on the head for some emphasis.

Nora looks down at Ren’s little cutie, then at her own. Her whole expression shifts in obvious thought as she powers her way to a revelation.

“So if there’s gonna be a fight, the Pokémon have got to do it because it’s their tournament, not ours, while we….” Okay, she gets it, they’re responsible for the friendmaking side of things which means…she rolls her thoughts back to meeting Pak and Magnolia and voilà!

“…need to find another berry bush! Ooh, and get some of those little cake-y things, too.”

“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.

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