John
In a relaxation island, it's funny how there's so much to do in terms of training and battling. Was it for the battle hungry soul? Probably. Hugh was out keeping his Pokémon in shape. It's not so he could become the champion or anything but it's always the mindset with prevailing "Justice." His Flygon was battling his Samurott, the ground/dragon-type dodging the torrent of water coming from the final evolved starter's mouth. One trick to not get beaten... Is to dodge! So, Flygon was practicing with that. 

For a hothead, he's quite polite. Not wanting to disturb those who *Do* Seek to enjoy their vacation, he got himself deep within the forest. It also helped that it made for a good nature walk. As the place reverberated with battle sounds, Hugh trusted his Pokémon to duke it out before resting himself at a cave. Strangely... This didn't look like an ordinary cave at all. Actually, it looks like a mineshaft. It gave Hugh a paranoid feeling just looking at it. The insides are so dark, something might as well jump out to scare him. 

When stepping a foot in, the area around seems to quiet, like this cave itself is a whole new world itself.
Michael
The matcha haired boy always loved the outside scenery of Forest Sigford. Something about the calming breeze and the occasional squawks of bird Pokémon soothed him. As for Gallade, he couldn't help but pick a couple of dandelions on the way. "Gaaa, ga- gack!", the green humanoid coughed out the white fluffy plant. "Gallade! You aren't supposed to eat that!", Wally giggled from his Pokemon's antics. 

While the two stroll along the grassy path, Wally reminisced about the secret bases he had back in Hoenn. Since Sigford Island was so enormous, maybe there's places like that here! In a path where few enter, the Hoenn ace trainer stumbled upon a space that looked a lot like a cave. Following quietly behind him was Gallade, who would walk behind him like a Ducklett. 

Sensing a commotion of Pokemon noises inside, the teen took small steps into the sinister looking secret base. Walking in a careful and silent manner, Wally relaxed his muscles when he saw a boy around his age training his Pokemon. As the boy approached him from the back, he politely poked Hugh behind the back. "H-hello there!", his voice was a soft, audible peep.
John
It brought him to the past when Hugh would run simply in anywhere just to get dirt on those damn Team Plasma. But everything should be in peace right? Especially on this island, nothing should be wrong. Hearing a sudden sound behind him, Hugh turned around to his Pokémon and saw that Flygon was hit to the ground. "You did well, but it seems like a Samurott got you, huh?" He felt bad that his Pokémon has to be hurt but the things you have to do to be stronger... He was about to move away from the mouth of the cave but then he felt something poke his back. Letting out a scream, Hugh turned around, his hand to his waist for his other Pokémon. 

—Only to see it was a green-haired boy. Small in stature. *"How old is this kid?"* He wondered and narrowed his eyes at the other as if he's suspicious. "Where did you come from?" He tries to hide the surprise in his voice. What a coincidence that the moment he turned around, someone appeared. "Did you... Come from in *There*?" His eyes are sharp enough to make as though he's staring at the shorter boy with malice. Even if someone is a kid, they can be as dangerous as an adult villain. At least, that's what he has come to think.
Michael
With Hugh's scream echoing in the spacious cavity, Wally's body bounced in surprise. Feeling his heart race in his tiny frame, he felt his small legs shake a bit. Gallade, being a psychic/fighting type suspected that from the spiky haired lad. His trainer did sneak behind him like a ghost type Pokemon. Trying to control his breathing, he coughed into his fist, clearing his throat. 

Taking a moment to regain his composure, his pale blue eyes met with Hugh's. His piercing glare was intimidating like a Mightyena. It was enough to make his insides tremble in fear. Of course, he tried to hide his nervousness as best as he can."I-I did come from the forest", Wally had trouble trying to string his words together. Gallade squinted at the Quilfish boy as he kept himself close to his trainer.