Claudia
*The hotels and rooms provided by the island to its esteemed guests are nothing short of A-Grade on a global standard, yet there are even fancier villas reserved for special guests who have particularly lofty achievements; or just the wallet big enough for it. For the most part, trainers are usually satisfied with the rooms they were given by default; so this exclusive area is a bit desolate.*

"Don't go footloosin' close to th' shores, alright? Deadly place ta be stuck in when yer as reckless as yer are...", he calls after his vulpix, who was excitedly prancing around in the sand and marveling at the texture. They've been to all types of biomes, but Bill rarely let vulpix out on beaches; sneaky palossands were a trouble when it was less well trained, so today was a special occasion. 

At some point, Bill got distracted by a shiny crustle that was burrowing a hole in the sand; that was the moment his vulpix had seen something- or someone interesting and bolted off into the distance. "Wh- now where are you headed????", he started chasing after the fox pokemon, now only noticing a faint figure in the direction it was headed towards.
Zelda
Lear usually spent his time distanced from the rest of the others, unsure of why he was invited here in the first place. It was not like he had a necessarily deep bond with any pokémon, even less even liked their companionship. Sure, Hoopa had been sufferable, though he had not seen that wretched thing for some time now. Perhaps it went and left the island after arrival, maybe it was trying to play a few pranks on him, who knew. Though what he did know was that he truly enjoyed the calm atmosphere. For such a weather, Lear did not wear his signature outfit, more so something more basic, and his hair was not styled but instead put into a bun with two strands being left out at the front.
Despite that, he kept the glasses, he wouldn't survive without them.

The sound of the waves hitting against he beach was somewhat satisfying, the hissing of the foam that got brought up by the sea as it was pulled back into the dark blue.. Truly wonderful. However, from far away someone seemed to yell after a pokémon, and for some reason, that pokémon was headed directly towards the prince! What an imbecile creature! 

The greyish haired man scooted aside as the pokémon almost ran against him, trying to not get in contact with what seemed to be a vulpix. Soon afterwards though, a man seemed to rush after it. Must be the trainer, who looked just as idiotic and useless as his pokémon. He did not look like he would live here, so what was he doing here? 
» What a nuisance. Is that your pokémon? «
Claudia
Bill was dressed like every background character in the beach episode of an anime, alolan shirt with the shorts and sandals to match. It didn't take long for him to take vulpix by the scruff and hold it at a distance as to not get any sand on him, the fox was petulantly kicking up tons of it at him specifically, "Girl, those waves would have MELTED you ." Bill consoled it for a few seconds, before noticing the man standing a few yards away from them; so there *Are* Other people on this place after all. He was tempted to apologize for the pokemon's behavior- until the prince called it a nuisance.

"Did someone take a fat leak in yer' tighties? Vulpix ran past ya, didn't even scorch ye damn legs- what's the fuss about?"

Feeling the telltale warmth of an attack brewing in vulpix's gut, Bill swiftly turned his back on Lear to avoid getting the man from being roasted by an anger-boosted Flamethrower, "Arceus! Now look what you did- don't cha know tha' Pokemon can understand words???". After that little tantrum, the researcher faced him again with a sigh, "Gosh, they told me this place was for th' bigwigs- but judging how little some trainers actually care, I wasn't expecting to meet someone real soon. What'd you do to land a place in here 'nyways?"

Bill initially assumed that he was some sort of competitive trainer who only cared for the mathematical side of Pokemon and battles, but those types had at least one scary Pokemon out; or even their entire team on their belt at all times. Plus, Bill doesn't recognize his face from any of the pre-existing leagues; was it from a region so far away that he didn't know of it? Or perhaps Lear was an authority figure similar to that of a Pokemon Association member- either way, the researcher had zero good experiences with either type.
Zelda
He watched as the other man grabbed the pokémon, raising an eyebrow. Not even Lear would have handled pokémon like that, but he assumed that perhaps this man knew more, and Lear was not judging this either way. Though, a Vulpix at a beach was less smart in the princes eyes, considering that it was a fire-type, and the ocean was not necessarily a safe thing for that then.
When the two mens eyes met, Lear crossed his arms, leaning a little to the left.
» I'm just saying! If you let that thing run around this beach, at least put a leash on. It'll be a safety hazard for both people and your vulpix else. «
A scoff, Lear rolling his eyes.

Just as he left that snarky remark, his eyes widened as the Vulpix readied itself to actually attack, to his relief however Bill turned away. 
» Pfft! «
Not even a thanks for kind of saving him. The short man really had no manners, despite being royalty. 
» You talk funny. «
This was Lears first reply, unrelated to any of the words that Bill said, but more just directly roasting the way he spoke overall. 
» And well, I was invited! Probably because I had a sync-bond with a very strong pokémon— and of course! I am the creator of the Pasio Region and the PML! «
He spoke in a tone that immediately gave away that he was bragging about all of this. Though, of course, Lear was still correct about these things. In all honesty, he had no idea were Hoopa was though, nor did he participate in fights here often in the first place. 

While seemingly strong, Lear only had one pokéball on him, even then— that was hidden in his pocket, and if he would have taken it out, it'd be a pretty average Krookodile that his father had given him so that he could participate in battles if he had to, just in case Hoopa would not appear. And that seemed to be the case for now, which was a real pity, as Lear was convinced that with the help of that tool, he could have wiped out entire teams in one go! That's how certain he was about himself— though,

Lear had no idea about actual technics in battles. He knew a few, but it had never been a major point for him.