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‘Figuring out that people who come here are mostly going to be here to see Odin?’ asked the raven.

‘He means talking,’ said Fire.

‘Huh. He doesn’t remember learning speak or something?’ The raven flicked itself into the air and took off towards a door. ‘This way.’

Actually, now that he thought about it, he didn’t remember learning how to speak. Which was odd. Had Mist handled that somehow? "….sorry." Was It a bad thing? Or did most people not remember learning that?

He could consider that later, they were meeting the professor now. Maybe he could explain the hair thing better? And where was the other raven?

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"I'm sure it's fine," Roskva said, following the raven. The door led to a spacious room containing a grey-haired man, much less forbidding than the Odin she knew, but who nonetheless seemed like he could hardly be anybody else. Especially with the second raven sitting by him. He looked at her, and she felt called on to open the conversation. "Hello, Professor? I'm Roskva Egilsdottir."

Pokettin

Oddish and Pikachu opted for going back into their pokéballs. Vulpix and Misdreavus didn’t.

The lab was guarded, by an Ás and an elf (Fire took a moment to try to work out pokéttin or trainer and couldn’t), who let them into a waiting room with a large raven perched on the desk. It had red tips to its wings, and a trio of red feathers inscribed with runes on its breast.

It cocked its head at them and said, not in pokéttin speak, ‘You must be here to see Odin.’

Sky wasn’t sure, but maybe elf was a Pokettin type, like say, fire or ice was a Pokemon type. That was the sense he was getting from the semi-amused background hum. Apparently being curious was amusing. And now the raven Pokettin was pulling a meowth and speaking…Ás or Human or whatever they decided to call the trainer language. “Was it hard to learn?"

Roskva blinked, but ravens talking around Odin wasn't really all that surprising. "And yes, we are, thank you."

Pokettin

The woman gave them directions, pointing to a large building that was visible over the roofs of some others even as she told them the turnings.

‘He’ll be curious how you managed to catch two Lokis,’ she added. ‘Or how you manage to keep them, more to the point.’

Fire glanced at Sky, Odin as a professor was odd. Odin as one of these mortal aesir — that he could handle. He was pretty sure he was more powerful than any of them, and an Odin who couldn’t do anything to him…unless he had a pokéball possibly. Still, he wasn’t going to try and catch Roskva’s pokéttin was he? And apparently catching a Loki didn’t mean being able to keep one, that was the most reassuring thing he’d heard yet.

‘Let’s go and visit,’ he said, grabbing Sky’s hand and giving him a tug in the right direction. ‘I think we can handle this world.’

Sky looked at Fire, then down at their hands, unable to resist a small smile as he followed behind them. Fire was right. Based on what he was feeling, there was nothing to really worry about. Well, other than attracting more attention. Still no progress on the hair color.

"Other than endless questions, I suppose you’re right." Mew decided to drag Celebi fully into his realm, so as to avoid any undue notice. “Do you suppose the lab is big because of Odin, or the Pokettin?"

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"I'd think he can only take up so much space on his own," Roskva said, half-joking.

"Should we be in our pokeballs again?" Clefairy asked practically. "If most of us are species that don't exist here."

"If you don't want to be asked about, sure." Roskva's mouth quirked. "I'm not sure those questions are actually going to be any more complicated though."

Pokettin

"Let’s find out."

They walked down through the roots until they reached the city. It was, as Asgards probably went, not that impressive despite being covered with gold. The buildings were large, but not actually possessed of 150 rooms. The way in involved a rainbow bridge, but it was a short one over a river and, while pretty, seemed to be made of glass rather than actual rainbow.

There were, presumably, Aesir wandering around although Fire didn’t recognise any of them. There was something stranger about them than that, though.

"I don’t think they’re gods," he murmured to Sky. They were larger than most humans, and he had a feeling they were still tougher and longer lived. He wasn’t at all sure they were immortal or connected to anything symbolically.

They were getting interested looks, but not unfriendly ones. One woman looked at them and their pokémon waved to Roskva and said, ‘Are you here to see Professor Odin?’

Sky shook his head slightly. These Aesir did not feel at all like gods to him, either. The looks were making him reluctant to talk at the moment, but he wasn’t going to refuse to communicate entirely. He’d been trying to change his hair color. All he’d managed was to switch the color order around.

"….I think the gods are among the pokettins here." He was resisting the urge to hide behind his two companions, but it was a close thing. Fortunately, there was plenty of architecture to look at, so he wasn’t being obvious in his avoidance of eye contact. It was vaguely familiar but had new twists and expressions, it was fascinating.

He turned to look at the woman who said…that Odin was a Professor. Well. At least Odin was maintaining his interest in acquiring knowledge across Trees. He glanced at Fire, wondering what he thought of this turn of events, ignoring the faint twinge of something in his gut.

'Oh--' Roskva resisted the urge to glance at her companions; if this was like the Pokémon universe, it would probably be rather unusual to arrive in a town without actually knowing whether you intended to visit the resident professor. 'Yes, at some point, if he has time I mean. Can you give us directions, please?' And if Fire and Sky didn't want to visit Professor Odin, this way they'd know where they weren't going.

Pokettin

Gyarados stretched himself out over the roots. "Can I eat them?"

"Don’t try it!" said one of the goats, a Gruff if pokéttin speak worked like pokémon speak, and lightning flickered around its horns.

"I don’t know," said Fire. “I guess I’d just seem like a wild Loki to them? And it’s not as if they’d be the people I know." He shook himself. “I am curious though. What about you?"

Sky moved upward, getting a better look at the shiny city from another root. “It might be a good place to start. I’m curious as well." Though pretending to be someone’s Pokettin was going to be a little strange. Doable, but strange. Could be fun, though.

He looked over his shoulder at Fire, smiling a little. “Exploring new places is always interesting." The kind of interesting varied, but was usually true. With how welcoming the Yggdrasil was being, this was likely to be a good kind of interesting. “And you, Roskva?"

"I think we'd better find you somewhere else to hunt," Roskva was saying to Gyarados.

She looked over at Fire and Sky. (At the Lokis, which was apparently not nearly as strange a thing to say here.) "It seems like a logical place to try first," she said. "I wonder if they actually let people just visit this one, though?"

Pokettin

Vulpix bent down to let Oddish onto his back since she wasn’t built for scrambling up roots and they set off upwards, towards the light, coming out at the base of a towering ash tree. Fire climbed a particularly high root and stood on its arch to look around. Goats — white ones, billies with bronze horns and nannies with amber ones, were grazing on plants growing on the roots around them.

A little way in the distance, still nearly within reach of the roots, was a golden city gleaming in the sun. “Asgard," Fire murmured, torn between longing and wariness. It wasn’t his Asgard, maybe neither feeling was even necessary.

After letting Mew and Celebi get resettled in his hood, he headed up after the others, stopping once he could lean against the trunk of this Yggdrasil. Was building shiny cities an Aesir thing, because most of the Asgards he’d been to were conspicuously reflective… Shaking his head slightly, he spotted a squirrel running along the bark. Probably more than one of those, too.

"Do you want to go there?"

The goats made Roskva feel more at home. Perhaps they weren't quite normal goats, but even so. She kept an eye on one that looked like he might be thinking of charging and let Gyarados out. The goat looked startled and backed off a bit. "Nobody's attacking right now," she told Gyarados. "But we're someplace that looks sort of halfway between our world and yours, and I thought you might want to see it now that we're somewhere less cramped than we started."

Pokettin

"Lokis hair always changes colour with their type, I don’t know how you’re managing to be every type at once," said the Urd.

"Lokis?" said Fire. “We’re a species now?" He grinned and glanced up through the roots at where he thought the sunlight was coming from. “I want to find some Lokis, shall we explore?"

So being of mixed nature did have drawbacks somewhere. Useful to know. “I suggest we wait before letting certain kits find out about that." Who knew how Crystalleon and Floreon would react to knowledge that Loki-kits were a real thing here. “But exploring sounds fun."

"I didn't think groups of Lokis were a thing except on Tumblr," Roskva said, amused. "This must be an interesting universe."

Pokettin

Fire looked up and grinned. “It really is."

Vulpix and Oddish came out as well. Oddish looking a bit overwhelmed by the completely new species of pokémon — pokeéttin — she was faced with but finding the plant based caverns relaxing.

Fire let out Pikachu and Misdreavus too, and the Verdandi looked up at him. "That’s illegal, you know," she said, not sounding like she cared overly much. "Don’t let any trainer races see you with pokéballs."

"….what are you talking about?" Was there something behind him? Turning to look over his shoulder, he caught sight of his braid in his peripheral vision. It wasn’t red-black anymore…

"….is there a particular reason my hair shares similarities with the Bifrost now?" He was now looking at the Norn trio, as looking at his braid was vaguely unsettling. He couldn’t change the color back.

"Thanks for the warning," Roskva said, bemused. This was going to be a complicated world, apparently. And it occurred to her that their pokémon weren't going to be known species, probably. (...But Fire and Sky were?)

Pokettin

"Yes," said Fire and the…Urd? together.

"I can’t believe that’s a thing either," Fire continued. “Do we go in pokéballs? Are their pokéaesir as well?"

"Don’t be silly, the Aesir are a trainer race," said the Urd, frowning at him from the shadows of her hood. And of course we go in pokéballs, if we get caught, but there aren’t many trainers down here and I’m not looking for one." She finished with a pointed look at Roskva.

They were, Fire thought, going to have to be careful of trainers around here. Maybe they could all just claim to be Roskva’s?

Moving closer, he wondered if handing Fire a pokeball and letting him catch himself would help at all. Tossing pokeballs at ‘caught’ Pokemon never worked, but who really knew if that worked the same when it was different Tree-technology. But then, having a pokeball that worked might be a bit difficult to deal with. He didn’t like it, the one time he was almost caught while in Pokemon form.

….probably best not to suggest it at all. He let his braid out of the hood, pulling Mew and Celebi with it since they hadn’t let go. If they wanted back to either his hood or subspace, that was fine. Speaking of…

He opened the way out for his friends companions, so they could go back to them. No need to stay if they didn’t want to. But something was nagging at him.

Roskva held up her empty hands to the Urd -- and, she supposed, the accompanying Skuld and Verdandi. "Not planning anything. The only one I strictly speaking captured had started the fight." And frankly, even if one wanted to come, the idea of taking one of these home was bizarre. It all felt rather upside-down. Aesir as trainers she could kind of see, but she'd have been put less off balance by minor norns keeping humans like pokémon.

Eevee and Clefairy emerged out of nowhere -- well, out of Sky's space -- and looked around with interest. Clefairy showed up with more notecards and promptly flitted over to sit by Fire and investigate the Norns. Eevee pressed against Roskva's leg and waved her tail, letting it curl around her calf for a moment before bounding up to say hello. Roskva went to let everyone else out -- well, perhaps not Gyarados until they were somewhere he wasn't likely to bash his head on a root if he tried to stretch out too fast -- and turned to Sky. "Thanks for--" Her train of thought derailed a bit on discovering that he'd changed his hair, rather drastically. "Oh. Wow. That's very colorful."

Pokettin

‘You think they’re pokémon?’ said Fire, startled. ‘Rune pokémon seem reasonable, but expect Norns to be trainers. Well, actually I’d expect them not to be very interested, but I wouldn’t expect them to be pokémon.’

He considered, Norns were worrying even minor ones, but this wasn’t his universe and he doubted they were going to do anything to his fate. He ran lightly down a root and sat down on it, slightly above the head of a trio.

‘Are you pokémon?’ he asked.

One of them, one of the spinners, looked up. ‘Pokéttin,’ she said. Or at least, Fire understood her to say that. The actual sound she made was ‘Urd urd urd.’

‘Seriously?’ he said.

‘The same as you,’ she answered.

‘I’m just the ettin part, I don’t think I fit in anyone’s pocket,’ said Fire. ‘Except Skrymir’s maybe.’

Curious, Sky moved closer to join Fire, staying a bit further away from the trio of Norn-pokettins that were being conversed with. Celebi and Mew were suspiciously quiet for how much they were touching his hair. He’d calmed enough not to need it for now. But the conversation was more interesting anyway.

Roskva really wasn't sure she was following this correctly, except that Fire's responses sort of suggested she was. (Urd urd urd was going on the most surreal thing she'd heard this month, though.) "Did she... actually say pokéttin?"

Pokettin

"Wait, we’re really legendaries? I thought that was just what we told confused pokémon. Or were you hoping Celebi and Mew could protect you from your fate?" Fire asked.

"It was more along the lines of if they might be Legendaries, or does the scarcity rule apply here, also." And as to the question, most gods were ‘Legendaries’ in their own Trees. “There are too many groupings of Norns, if it does." And that, plus the Yggdrasil’s friendliness, was helping to keep him calm. The possibility was exceedingly remote, but paranoia was not irrational for its calm contemplation of logic.

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"I thought the Shaymin were legendaries," Roskva said, a bit confused. "And there are a lot of those."

Pokettin

Fire moved towards the edge of the cavern, peering out of the opening. Around him roots rose and fell like waves, towering upwards. A little light fell from above, making him wonder if they were really underground or just in the tangle of roots around the massive trees base. Here and there among the roots sat grey cloaked figures in threes, spinning, weaving and cutting thread in bright colours that they seemed to pull out of the air.

"There are Norns," he said. “Not Urd, Verdandi and Skald, but they’re not like the minor ones either. At least, I don’t think so."

"….Norns." Please don’t effect Outsiders. Please don’t effect Outsiders. Sky closed his eyes and let Mew and Celebi pet his braid to calm him back down.

Sufficiently relaxed, Sky opened his eyes and moved over to stand next to Fire and look for himself. The threads didn’t feel attached to himself or the others, which was nice, but then again, Norns, and thus maintain some wariness. "….do you think the Legendary status works the same here?"

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Roskva peered out. There were... a lot of Norns. Trios of them everywhere, almost numerous to be like their worlds' minor norns, but these were spinning, weaving, cutting. Some were very close, actually, but showed no sign of having noticed them talking.

Pokettin

They found themselves in a cavern surrounded by walls inscribed with runes. No, not inscribed, these were shadowy creatures with single large eyes watching them intently from the walls, flocking together into groups that almost resembled writing.

The walls of the cavern appeared to be woody, it took Fire a moment to recognise giant ash roots — they had come through under Yggdrasil itself — and he shivered slightly, still not happy about enclosed spaces.

"They look like pokémon," he said, curiously, ignoring the sense of airlessness. “Like Unowns." He reached out towards one, a Kenaz rune, and it flitted away with a little burst of flame.

Slowly looking around, Sky reached out a tentative greeting to this Tree he’d never met before. However, the fact it was a matter-of-fact Yggdrasil was very reassuring. The burst of flame drew his attention out into the physical world more fully.

"I think….they are similar. I can’t be certain."

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Roskva wandered over to the wall, the rune-creatures not exactly fleeing but shifting away from the area she approached. The root was cool and slightly damp against cautious fingertips, and she stepped away again. The rune-creatures shifted back in again, never coming near her, except for a Wunjo-shaped one that seemed curious but darted back when she looked directly at it. "Well, you definitely found an interesting one. Norse pokémon?"

Pokeverse: Sky Sailing

Or Fire’s Vulpix and Oddish both opted for Sky’s realm while the others returned to their pokéballs.

Fire took Sky’s hand, ready for the beginning of their journey and curious to see where Sky would take them.

Sky sent the four Pokemon to join the others in his realm, and offered his other hand to Roskva. As he’d suspected, Mew and Celebi settled into his hood, pulling his braid in to cuddle with. He suspected Celebi was trying to get more flowers to bloom as well.

Setting aside that distraction, he reached in, and then out, seeking back along the path they’d taken from Fire and Roskva’s Yggdrassil to this one. Was there anywhere interesting that was tolerant of visitors? The Forest in general was friendly, but not all Trees liked Outside Growths.

One of the Trees, almost exactly at the midpoint, felt curiously like both and seemed to stretch out its branches in welcome. It looked like an ash, from inside and out.

Pokeverse: Sky Sailing

Vulpix and Pikachu said hello and Oddish shyly waved a leaf.

"Good," said Fire. “Looks like that’s unanimous.’="

"Do you want us back in our pokeballs for the journey?" Vulpix asked

Aereon swooped down and landed next to Sky, looking at him alertly for his answer. Sky thought for a moment, before standing. To be honest, it would not really matter, save that it would be easier to keep track of all the members of their much expanded group.

"Either in your pokeballs or in my subspace realm. The choice is yours, of course." The young eeveelutions and their mother slipped back in to join the rest of their family, Mew and Celebi remaining outside for now. He figured they were planning to travel in his hood. Now he just needed to see what Fire’s and Roskva’s companions chose.

"Is it a long journey?" Clefairy asked. "Probably not very?" Roskva asked, glancing at Sky for confirmation. "But I don't know where we're going, so I don't know if it would be a good idea to let you out right away when we get there. Clefairy chose subspace; Eevee did likewise, shooting Vulpix a hopeful look. The others curled into pokeballs.

Pokeverse: Sky Sailing

“I don’t think all gods do," Pikachu said after thinking for a moment. "Just Sky."

"Pretty," said Fire thoughtfully. “I think I’d go for that, if I was an Eevee. Wings too." He turned to Sky and added. “So, all the Eeveelutions done for now, and I think I’m chucking the rest of my list it got boring. What do you think of seeing what over universes we can find around here?"

Sky watched Aereon fly around, smiling a little to see someone else enjoy the freedom to go where they wished. “I think it would be interesting. What does Roskva think?"

"If you manage to find a place that isn't interesting, I think you'll look for a different one," Roskva said. "I think we're all ready if you want to go. This is Turtwig, by the way." Of course, everybody could presumably see she was a Turtwig, but an introduction seemed called for nonetheless.

Pokeverse: Sky Sailing

“Even more of them since Sky got involved," said Vulpix, also glued to the spectacle of an evolving Eevee.

“You wouldn’t believe just how many varieties we have," said Pikachu."Also, hi."

There was a definite resemblance to the Pokemon the Wing was said to come from. A golden crest, main color light red, with green and white wings folded on her back, and a folded tail of similar color patterns. Tilting his head, he watches the red shade to orange and the white towards light yellow. He had a brief moment of thanks that young Aereon here was female, and this was not a male’s full, vibrant color display.

"Congratulations, Aereon." She looked at him with bright black eyes, before opening her wings and trying for her first flight. Leafeon was not pleased.