Lisa
"WHO ARE YOU AND HOW DID YOU GET IN HERE SO SILENTLY?" Luxio practically yelled in shock, eyes wide as he looked at Florence and her partner. While the confidence of what could be a princess, he was confused and quite frankly terrified. He didn't know this woman, and she had a DRAGON TYPE that just floats around *Calmly*. Calm is *Scary*. **SHE'S** *Scary*. At this point he is just sitting there, just making sure he's breathing correctly (or at all). He took off the headphones before she could say anything and sent out his Chimecho, Ring. 

The Pokémon flew to life, floating towards Luxio with a smile as they hugged. The Chimecho made a few chimes that they learned to ask each other questions, this one meaning 'What's wrong?' before the trainer pointed to Florence and her Altaria. Seeing a possibility to make a new friend, Ring bounced towards Florence, despite a protesting Luxio. "Stop, don't go to the enemy!" He called, while their partner simply ignored him. They sighed before looking at the two. "Riiing, I told you to stay away from the scary lady." He said from the booth. The Pokémon wrapped their tail around the wrist of Luxio's right hand before pulling on it to get their Trainer to move. Begrudgingly, he obliged and went out of the recording booth.
Maxine
Florence furrowed her brow and pouted as she leaned forward, fists balled up on her hips. She conveyed unhappiness, radiating the strength and energy that only a woman of her caliber could. Yet, her playful nature edged out, demonstrating that she was too sure of herself to be upset. Nevertheless, she spoke with a motherly tone. "That no way to greet a lady," She leaned back, flipping her hair coyly. She was normally laid back but she did enjoy toying with people from time to time. "Your friend here knows better though," She winked at Chimeco, flashing a smile to add to her charm. 

"Names Florence," She spoke with a certain suaveness to her tone, melting any scorn or reprehension that had come from her before. Altaria moved closer to her, wrapping her wings around Florence to create a portrait of beautiful whites and azures. It was as if the frontiers of sky and sea had become one. "You might know me as Channel Magnolia though," She lightly kissed Altarias forehead before she flashed the other trainer a look. Her eyes, to most, appeared to be commanding but also inviting. They were similar to a beast tamed by no one but themselves.
Lisa
The self-dubbed Contest King couldn't help but shudder at her almost monumental presence. She seemed like she could kill him with the most finesse or discipline than he could ever muster, but yet she makes him feel like she could also be a wonderful person to be around, to laugh with. It was truly strange. "Quite fair, but you have to admit that you're an intimidating woman." He said rather bluntly. After being winked at, Chimecho rang with delight, floating happily. "God, you're always so much more cheery with others than I am." They said to Ring, who simply smiled and floated towards them. His hair was lightly pulled at as Ring tucked themself into the crook of their Trainer's neck. "Sorry for yelling earlier, I don't take well to being spooked." He said, feeling a bit calmer than before. The way she's able to destress him is weird, and he doesn't know how to feel about it.

"I'm Luxio. I would tell you my stage name, but I don't have one. I just go by Luxio." He said plainly, feeling rather *Lame* Compared to her. Wait a second... Channel Magnolia? "You're the famous pop idol?" He asked rather incredulously, his eyes widening a bit. Ring heard the name and mimicked their trainer, gasping in shock. "Your music is amazing." They almost accepted the invitation her eyes seemed to deliver, but still were a bit nervous.
Maxine
"And you're the famous contest king," She playfully deflected his praise, well aware of Luxio's status. "Known to dazzle crowds all over Hoenn," She spoke with a more performative tone to her voice, accentuating the words with playful sincerity. While she recited Luxios praises, the woman strutted nonchalantly over to a seat where she promptly crossed her legs. The way she carried herself gave her a managerial look as if she had paychecks and concert bookings to give away. She didn't but her poise wasn't going to let anyone know that. "Well," The word slipped past her curling lips in an airy and dreamlike manner. "Dazzle me," She leaned forward, a curious finger placed over her cheek. The airy nature of her words became stone, rough, and demanding in its weight. Well, it was actually comparable to a large geode, still heavy but beautiful to look at. There was still the weight of a famous artist requesting a performance, of all things. Altaria, perched on the rest of Florences cushioned set, expelled a regal aura that far more demanding than her trainer. It was as if someone had given the sun a crown and the title of a king, unbound in her radiance. Truly, the duo exerted more pressure than they seemed to realize.