It's a-Me, LUDWIG(Violet)

[Prince Ludwig von Koopa]

Ludwig explored the illegal Pokemon arena. Nothing fancy, just one of the large, converted parking lots. Usually, he'd have stuck out like a sore thumb, but he had a disguise that blended in quite well. Well...in normal society, it STILL stuck out. But in a Pokemon setting, he fit right in.

He was bored, so he conjured up the disguise to check out the outside world--more specifically, Mewtwo's turf. He wasn't looking for trouble, he just liked the fights, and being away from his siblings, especially Junior. He wore a white muscle shirt that showed off his disguise's thin, heavily tattooed body, and a pair of black, ripped jeans. His hair, as of the magic's drawback, was still deep blue, but he DID manage to style it similar to his usual look.

He stood on the sidelines, watching some cyan haired guy's Electabuzz beat the crap out of some crimson guy's Combusken.

[Violet]

Clever got me this far, then tricky got me in.
I am what I'm after; I don't need another friend.
Smile and drop the cliche 'till you think I'm listening;
I take just what I came for, then I'm out the door again.

When Violet walked around these arenas, she strutted.

It wasn't even something she did consciously, but it was obvious the purple-haired young woman practically owned this place by the confidence in her step and the way others seemed to make a pathway for her in their little crowd. Of course, it may have been partially the faults of the two Houndooms always at her side-- but there was no doubting that those here knew her.

She wasn't here to fight today. She wasn't even really here to bet. She was simply here to make sure the trainers took care of their Pokemon, that no one got abused or mistreated. It was a hard job, considering she couldn't exactly follow people afterwords to see if they healed their Pokemon, but...

The woman sighed, stopping at the edge of the arena beside a guy with freaky blue hair. Tonight wasn't a good night. Still, she needed to put on an act.

"WOOOOO! GO CYAN!"

[Prince Ludwig von Koopa]

Ludwig turned to look at the purple haired girl that just screamed in his ear. ...Purple hair....two Houndooms. He had to fight with everything in him not to snarl.

He put on a--fake but convincing, and creepy--smile. "I take it you like this guy, too," he said casually. He usually wasn't a fan, but he'd researched enough to know who was who in this place.

"Kinda one sided, though. Oh well. If nothin' else I go home with some extra coin in my pocket, right?" He stuffed his hands into his pockets. He felt....odd, in this form. But he'd be a fool to be here as himself.

[Violet]

A chill went down Hannah's spine.

In all due honesty, it wasn't because of his smile. Or even the fact that he looked like his hair had gotten into a fight with a blue marker and a lawnmower and lost terribly. The tattoos, piercings, inch-large gages in his ears... none of them really upset her. She was used to those. No, it was the fact that he had talked to her that had her on edge.

She had... issues with men she didn't know.

Violet shrugged, then, trying not to show her little weakness. "Actually, I've kicked his ass a couple times, myself, but... at least he's not Crimson. Crimson is terrible. At least Cyan has talent, and he's on his way to the top; Crimson's lucky if he beats a newcomer, but he's fool enough to think he can take on vets.

"I've kicked his ass ten times." Violet grinned, then glanced back over at the ring. One of the other few things she liked about Cyan was... he actually cared about his Pokemon. She wasn't so sure about Crimson.

Throughout the whole little speech, Maxine was snarling, as was Horace. They knew immediately who Hannah was really talking to-- it was in his very scent, something he couldn't hide with just a disguise. But the two knew she couldn't show her communication ability when in a crowded place such as this; talking to them would make her seem crazy.

[Prince Ludwig von Koopa]

"Then he is a fool," Ludwig muttered. "Choosing your battles is common sense, especially nowadays. You don't go running to challenge people who can kick your ass--" At that moment, Crimson lost, bigtime, as his Combusken landed right on top of him. "My point exactly."

Oddly, this was interesting conversation, but this was still the enemy, and he was on their turf. And during a truce, even. Not a fight he wanted to pick. He looked at the Houndoom by her side. "Call me--" He thought for a split second, thinking of a human name. "Ice."

[Violet]

Violet nodded at the arena, grey eyes shimmering slightly. "Yep. Crimson and his bromance partner, Cobalt... I think they were born with a few screws loose. They aren't the brightest crayons in the box. And all the other crayons are black."

"Call me... Ice."

"Fitting," Hannah said with an almost mocking smile, snorting though she also scooted away just a bit. With both her Houndooms growling like this-- even if Maxine would growl at anyone who so much as glanced in their direction-- she could never be too careful. She knew that Horace, at least, had good judgment.

"The people in the 'circuit' call me Violet," she said in introduction. "Or, Lovely Lady Violet when I'm in a mood to wear more guyish clothes, which seems to be all the time. But I guess that's part of my image."

[Prince Ludwig von Koopa]

Honestly, the constant growling and snarling was starting to get on his nerves. "I've heard of you," he said simply.

He looked around, Cyan and Crimson had gone on to other things, and now Cobalt and some chick with hair that was sort of pinkish purple were prepared to battle. He'd have to get out of there soon; the magic had a time-limit. But...this looked interesting.

Magenta, the chick, called out a Vaporeon. All in all, Magenta was about...seventeen years of age, average build. Pretty, but not drop-dead hot. Cobalt called out a Starmie.

Okay, that didn't last long. A few bites and a double-edge, and Starmie was out.

"Damn...that didn't last long at all...he's worst than the first guy..."

[Violet]

Hannah glanced back down at the arena, then nodded at his comment. "Yup, that's Cobalt; like I said before, Crimson's partner-in-more-then-just-crime, or at least that's what the rumors say. You know how rumors can be.

"Y'know, you... remind me of someone," she said, eyes turning back to look at him, one brow cocking in a mixture of confusion and a hint of recognition. "Got the same... feel to you as this one guy I met. But be glad you aren't him, I guess, 'cause daddy doesn't really take too well to people like that guy hanging around here."

And then she grinned rather cheerfully for herself, turning back to look at the arena. Both Houndooms ceased growling, though a sound that could ONLY be described as a chuckle emitted from Maxine's maw.

[Prince Ludwig von Koopa]

He nodded. "Makes perfect sense, actually. I mean, not like anyone would actually think they'd pick up any chicks..."

Then, his heart almost stopped. Was his disguise that obvious? No, I'm just that awesome. She's feeling my greatness. That shit radiates...

"That so? Well, I don't mean any harm." Tonight. "Anyways, I'd best be off. Got another commitment I gotta see about." With that, he turned and left. He turned into an alley a block or so away just as the magic wore off, and he stood there in his true form. "Now to get home without being seen in this turf. Crap..."

[Violet]

"Y'know, that explains a lot. Especially the bad hair-do."

After Ludwig had left the arena, Horace and Maxine had finally been able to clue Hannah in on what they had smelled. And... needless to say, the woman had been very interested. So, she had followed him to the alley, and there she stood, an amused smirk on her face.

Honestly? She wasn't all that mad. She certainly wasn't happy, but more then anything else she was simply intrigued. Why was Ludwig even there? He was breaking the contract their parents had signed, coming here, but he didn't seem to be up to anything bad. He had just chatted with her as if they were acquaintances, though at the meeting he had seemed more hostile then anything else. And the woman wanted to know why.

So, she asked.

"Care to explain what you're doing here?" Violet cocked a brow. "Or maybe I should just call dad-- boss and have him dig through your mind a bit? I'm sure he'd be able to find somewhere in his schedule to fit you in."

[Prince Ludwig von Koopa]

He jumped, turning to face Violet. "So you know. And this hair is very hard to get that way. Can't help if it doesn't look right on humans." He looked at her, snarling at her Houndooms.

"Nothing to be concerned with," he said slyly. "Maybe I was bored. Decided to get out and watch a battle or two. No trouble. This time."

He shook his head. "Think about it. If I meant harm, would I go through the trouble of a disguise, only to leave before it wore off?"