Paulette
He blew his hair out of his face, watching as the man made his way over to him. "Eh.. Same difference." His shoulders bounced sluggishly, shrugging at his explanation of what he was doing. 

"Looks like a Psysduck, walks like a Psyduck.." Yawning into his fist, he smirked, "Good chance.. It's a Psyduck." Ah yes, the pokemon equivalent of the term 'looks like a duck, walks like a duck'. "Anyways, circus or not.." His eyes scanned over the Pokemon doing their own thing behind the performer, "You know anyone on this godforsaken island who actually battles?" Quincy had searched all day and had yet found a single person who was an actual Pokemon trainer.. Sigh, maybe this island was a bust after all?
Donna
"You must be fun at parties," Luxio muttered. He folded his arms, raising an eyebrow at the taller individual. His routines were not silly tricks, they were practically orchestrated performances that one would pay millions to see! Then again, what would this guy know? He looks like he couldn't tell a Tony Award from Tony Hawk!

Seeing the stoic Champion turn his attention toward his partners caused a smile on Luxio's face. "Battling? Well, I am not just a one trick Ponyta. My team and I have battled through the fine Hoenn League's gym challenge! We'd be more than happy to battle!"

The allure of battle caused the partners to stop their current undertakings to gather behind their trainer, revealing themselves to the opponent: a large Venusaur, a stocky Magmortar, a graceful Chimecho, a speedy Rotom in its Wash Form, a sleek Alolan Sandslash, and an unforgiving Archeops. They each seemed excited atxthe opportunity of battle.
Paulette
Finally, someone who *Battled*. This was the one thing the champion searched for since stepping off of the god damn plane. His hand curled into a fist, his other hand clamping over it to crack his knuckles. A eerie grin smeared across his face as he stared down at the smaller male in front of him.

"Oh? That's nice to hear..." His voice got raspy, his eyes having a crazed glint streaking across them. "It been a whole week since my Pokemon and I had official *Crushed* Someone..." He tsked, placing his hands on the back to his neck to yawn. "Good thing that the streak ends here." 

Gripping into his shirt, he pulled it upwards to expose the shrank down ultra balls that lined his belt loops, along with a glimpse of a large scar that lined his hip bone to his stomach. Quickly letting go of his now untucked shirt, he gripped onto the middle ultra ball. His index finger clicking the center button to make it enlarge, he spun the withered down ultra ball on his finger. "You sure you want your stadium getting *Destroyed*? Might be smart to take this.. Outside." Quincy was an asshole, sure, but he wasn't gonna willingly destroy a place that he would most likely have to pay for repairs.
Donna
As Luxio watched Quinton get so riled up, his eyebrow raised higher than before. "Boy, do you get off to battling or something?" He asked with a smirk, returning his team members. "AND you're overconfident. We got a classic edgelord over here." 

He pulled, from the inside of his vest, a customized Poké Ball painted with blue, black, and golden stripes and a shiny and cursive capital 'L' on it. He checked to make sure the previous exterior was clear before he dashed to the other side of the field. He got his specialized Luxio Ball and pressed the initial button, growing it to its full size in anticipation.

The performer simply grinned and laughed heartily at Quincy's faux concern for damage of property. "Oh *Honey*~" He said in a tone so devastating that it would haunt his soul for the rest of time. "If I owned property on a paradise resort spot such as the Isle of Aces, it would not be simply a stadium. No no, it'd be a giant, beautiful theater! Now, let's get ready to battle!"
Paulette
Ignoring the basic bitch insult of 'edgelord'.. Quincy let out a huff, drawing his shoulders back. His blood boiled in blood lust, his eyes opening wider in excitement. "Overconfident?" He tsked, shaking his head side to side slowly. "Oh *Honey*.." He mocked in a low, raspy voice, sounding almost like sand paper, "You have.. No idea who you're up against."

His boots squeaked against the floor a few more times; Quincy having taken a few steps away from him. Snatching the ball from it's spinning rotation, he launched it upwards into the sky. "Let's show this ring master and his circus what we got in store for'em..." The dim looking ultra ball spun wildly in the air— suddenly exploding in a dark hue of red and eerie purple. 

To Luxio's surprise, no Pokemon appeared out of the pokeball; the empty ultra ball hitting the floor with a hollow thud. He air around both trainers got thinner, colder. A all too familiar feeling of being watched crawling up the males spine, the room around them getting darker and darker with a inky blackness. What the.. Hell.. Did the champion release inside of this stadium?