Maeve sat up in her luxurious hotel room, taking in the view of Arceus's mountain. She and Mewtwo would own that mountain soon enough. Maeve was fit for the challenge, and as she slipped out of the bed, she spotted Absol dozing lightly in the corner. She smiled, leaving the Pokemon to wake up on his own as she padded sleepily over to the wardrobe.
She pulled out a different outfit than usual, very formal for her. As she put her few possessions in the tiny black purse, she sighed and looked over at Absol. "I hate getting so dressed up. These shoes are killing me." She looked down at the black shoes, not even knowing what to call them.
She felt a tiny probing at her mind, and instantly Mewtwo made his disdain at her outfit clear. He wasn't one to mince words, as Maeve had quickly learned.
"What are you wearing? I thought you were all for never changing your identity -or fashion taste- for other people. " Before she could come up with a clever, biting retort, Mewtwo spoke again. By the way, you're late for the meeting. As usual. Late for everything, my darling.
Maeve scoffed, but then Mewtwo teleported her into the lounge. Maeve tried to regain her balance, not to mention her dignity. She and her Pokemon were as close as could be- no other Gladiator she knew had such a tight bond. However, it was times like these - unexpected teleports and such - that made her definitely wish that Mewtwo didn't think she trusted him enough to send her random places and into awkward situations. Like these.
She and Absol had been dropped onto a table, right in the middle of everyone's social time. Not such a social butterfly, Maeve tried a sheepish smile and finally squeaked out a greeting.
"Um... Hey...?"
Well, you screwed that up.