Flora
A crisp and gently sun-beaten day peered through the windows and glass doors of the quaint Ice cream parlor. Helpless, the warm exterior could nothing but watch as its victims cooled off with softly cold veils of wind. Alba found herself amongst the small crowd of people escaping the dread heatwave outside. With her was her trusty companion, Dulcinea the Gardevoir. Upon first glance, the two individuals had extremely distinct reactions to the locale. Alba gave clasped her hands together, excitedly using her fabric-clad hands to clap in wonder. "Oh, look, Dulci, this place is so quaint!" Alba marveled at checkered floors and rounded booth tables that gave the establishment a classic look. Dulcinea, far less thrilled to be there, had a frigid air of gloom that gave the air-conditioned waves a run for their money. "Gardevoir," The blue helmed creature hunched as nearby patrons walked past her. It was apparent that Dulcinea was not very fond of people. Had she her way, the parlor would be empty and lifeless.

Alba secured frosty and sweet treats for herself and her partner while Dulcinea succumbed to her macabre musings of desolation and destruction. "I got them just how you like it, alma mia," Alba smiled, sweetly handing her companion a scoop of chocolate ice cream with chunks of cookie dough and extra chocolate. Dulcinea floated over the treat with a thought of her mind and smile that quickly faded away as she resumed her usual train of thought. In her hands, Alba cradled a fabled Castelia cone that, given her face of triumph and the placement of a sign over the counter, was the last one available.
Margaret
Considering his partner and closest friend was constantly on fire, and the heatwave of today, Zoro had decided that now would be a good time to try and cool off. To others that don't know him well, they would be a bit intimidated by the champion of a far-off region and his Infernape with but one eye.
Meteor, the Infernape, for now, kept quiet while clinging onto Zoro's back, being a bit lighter than others, but still."...Alright so- Get a cone, cool myself off, and-"

Zoro's plan was to get a Castelia Cone, but then realized that the last one available was now in the hands of a lady with white hair. Usually, he wouldn't mind, and just order something else- But considering all this heat, in a moment of instinctual envy of a cool cool treat to beat the heat from the meats, he spoke out towards Alba:

"E-Ey!...I was gonna order that!...Hnnn... W-Wait, no need to get mad, uhmm... Ah! Well I haven't... Hmm... How about we battle for it, good face?"Zoro said, cracking his knuckles some while Meteor would hop off his partner's back, landing and looking to the other trainer and her Gardevoir, having a confident smirk on his face.
Flora
Once again, the pair had fairly distinct reactions to what had just occurred. Alba gave the stranger her utmost attention, and her disposition was sweet and gentle like that of a mother listening to her child's imaginative ramblings. As an ex-champion, Alba became accustomed to random trainers challenging her. Dulcinea bestowed upon the world a look of disgust. "Hmm," Alba mused, puckering her lips in thought. "Shall we, Dulci?" The woman directed her words towards a blank space, one previously occupied by her partner. "Dulci?" Alba cocked her head in confusion as she watched Gardevoir walk through the glass doors. The pokemon had forsaken the conversation at the utterance of the word *Battle*. It was rather comical to see a Gardevoir sitting on a bench grouchily working away at a scoop of levitating ice cream. "My my." Alba covered her mouth as she giggled away. "I'll ask my other partners then," Alba winked at her challenger. However, it was the kind of wink that came across as awkwardly endearing rather than alluring. 

"Shall we, good face?" Alba inquired as she made her way out of the establishment. She headed towards a plaza situated in front of the parlor. The plaza itself had a wonderfully constructed stone floor with patches of grass. In the backdrop of this would-be battlefield was a quaint fountain, spouting water from its cream-washed stone.
Margaret
Zoro would watch the woman, her expression and listen to her response to him. He would have a small bit of a blush on his face, from surprise of her response, but for now, he shook it off and had followed her outside, Meteor following along, hands behind his back as he seemed to walk ever so casually.
"Eh- I'd sit this one out, but now ya got me raring to go!"Meteor spoke- monke speak- as he would look around, but sat down with the Gardevoir for now until he was needed.

"?...Hmph. We shall! I am Zoro, by the way, Dorimay's Champion!"Zoro spoke, soon enough holding onto a Pokeball, decorated in a few markings as he then soon stood at one end of soon-to-be battlefield."It is scorching hot here, but nothing I can't handle until the battle's done! What is your name then, good face?"He said, with a bit of a charming smile, but also a bit of confidence in his expression as he pointed the pokeball in hand towards Alba, the loose parts of his clothing waving some with the winds.
Flora
Dulcinea halted the consumption of her treat mid lick. In turn, her face formed an expression best described as a cacophony of confusion, tiredness, and general displeasure. Her immediate reaction was the result of the monkey's ability to speak fully human. 

"A champion? That's wonderful to hear." Alba spoke with genuine excitement in her voice even if said emotion remained restrained by a degree of maturity. Her arm reached up high, letting the sleeves of her garment fall to reveal her hand. In it was a Pokeball, clutched between black nails that resembled the claws of a beast. "My rank isn't important, so please," She paused to ready herself, "Just call me Alba." Her words were soft and airy, like the calm that would arrive before a storm. The faux wings on her back flapped lightly in the wind, beckoning a breeze of war.
Margaret
"Well, this should be somethin' Go get 'em!!...What? Like you never seen a Pokemon talk before."Meteor would said, looking to Dulcinea and chuckling some.

"Alba? Hm, a pretty name you have, my friend. A pleasure to meet you! Now, to a great battle!"Zoro spoke out, chucking his Pokeball upwards. Once it opened, an Alolan Marowak came out and crashed headfirst into the floor, then got back up with a flip, twirling its thick club without a scratch, for now.
Zoro spoke with confidence and calm, the loose ends of his clothings billowing with the wind, a breeze of battle now at hand.
Flora
Alba's eyes narrowed with delight, for she could feel the winds of battle beckoning her as well. "Such a way with words." Her words floated in the wind with the same delicate airiness that she used to free the Pokeball from her black-clawed grasp. For this particular conflict, Alba chose Alfonsina. Her warrior was a Dragalge that she had met a few weeks before arriving at the island. With its presence, the smell of saltwater permeated the air. The creature itself appeared to float and flow as if it were underwater. With her, Alfonsina carried the grace of seafoam and the imposing strength of a deluge. "Mi Alfonsina," Alba called to her warrior, her hand extended in command, "Deja tu huella en la blanda arena y conviertete en el sendero de tus companeras." Alba spoke in her native tongue, ushering Alfonsina not to win but to leave a mark, the very one that would open the path for her companions to achieve victory. "Muda sus penas! Use Scald!" 

Alba's prose spoke to Alfonsina not as a command but as a start to a wonderous song. In turn, the flowing dragon responded with her own rose. First came the sound of rushing water collecting itself in a frenzy and then silence. Yet, it was a futile silence broken by a whistling stream of scalding water. Within that vortexing wave was a guiding beam, rushing towards its target with diligent haste. The winds of battle now mix with aquatic forces that gently commanded the folds and fabric of Alba's dress. Yet, the woman did not shield her gaze from the prose that her warrior composed. Her semblance carried a warm smile, for, at that moment, she was savoring every droplet that Alfonsina produced.

Dulcinea watched with no awe, for she had seen her companion do this many times during her lifetime. Her only reaction involved the creation of a small black hole that eviscerated any stray droplet that dared come into her vicinity.