John
The Tyrant just arrived to this island. The trip felt all to long to get to such a small island. He began to wonder if all the hype will add up to the experience he'll end up finding here. These would be the types of thoughts that filled his mind as he moved down the escalator; moving tiles moving him down to the first floor of the airport where the exit was. 

He never was the type of guy to enjoy interactions with people, so the moment he hit the first floor; he made his way to the exit of the airport with his stuff over his shoulder. He kept his head low to avoid any kind of eye contact with anyone he passed on the way there. A sigh escaped his lips as he peered behind them to check to see if anyone has recognized him or not.

Quinton looked back ahead of him to the exit; he was almost there, only a few more yards to go. He shifted his weight to the front, picking up the pace. He wanted to get out of this place as fast as he possibly could. 

''Ugh..'' He muttered as he stepped out of the airport, being met with the sweltering heat of the island. It was winter in the Region he came from. He shrugged off the heat before continuing forwards.
William
Morgan flew to the airport upon his Mega Pidgeot's back, remembering he had forgotten something there when he landed. Once he hopped off, he gave the bird skritches before starting to walk into the airport. He proceeded to bump into Quinton. "Oh my, I'm so sorry." He said kindly, apologizing. He looked about 1 year older than Quinton and was taller. Unlike most people, he didn't get a chill or any kind of nervousness from seeing The Tyrant.
John
The shorter male grunted when he was bumped into, obviously not very pleased by this. He stared right on the man's chest, not giving him the time of day to even look up to him. He leaned his head to the left to look beyond the guy before looking back to his chest.

''Are you going to continue to stand there like a Bidoof in front of me, or are you going to move?'' He asked over to him in a harsh, but equally tired tone of voice. He just wanted to get past this clown without any trouble.
William
Morgan raised an eyebrow before nodding and getting out of the way. "I'm Morgan, by the way. It's nice to meet you." He said with a small grin. *'He must not be the most social person. No matter, I'm sure we can become friends!'* He thought to himself.
John
Quinton wasn't used to people talking to him in such a relaxed tone of voice. Actually, he wasn't used to people talking to him at all. He would space out a moment in thought before looking up to him. His cold, dull eyes meeting with Morgan's. He didn't anything to do with this guy. He just wanted around him. 

He figured out the best way to do that would be by humoring him with a conversation. He sighed before speaking, ''Okay Morgan, my name is Quinton.'' He spoke in an almost eery tone of voice; staring at the boy blankly with a forced smile.
William
Pidgeot eventually devolved, perching on Morgan's shoulder. "Oh- this is one of my Team Members, Cheeps the Pidgeot." The Pokémon didn't like the vibe emitting from Quinton so it glared at the man.
John
Quinton looked over to the Pokemon, his eyes meeting it's. He cared nothing of the bird's failed attempt to try to intimidate him; simply looking away from the bird as if it wasn't even there. He looked back to the trainer. ''Seems Cheeps doesn't like me.'' He scoffed over to the bird before looking over the man's shoulder once more to see if his ride has arrived yet or not.

Disappointed at what he saw behind Morgan; he looked back to him, sighing. ''So, I'm presuming you were also invited here, am I correct?'' He spoke in a less harsh tone, now just standing there to pass time.
William
"Yeah, to stay at Sigford mansion. The mansion isn't the only great thing here. There's an amusement park, a place to catch Pokémon, and a dozen shops. The place all around is great. And the Mansion is chock-full of powerful Trainers." Morgan said with a nod. He seemed happy to be here.
John
The Tyrant wheezed at what Morgan said, peering to the side. ''Damn, they couldn't get a bunch of grown men to battle each other, so they offered up an amusement park and a mall to lure them in?'' He leaned back, chuckling into his fist.
William
Morgan kinda laughed as well, his grin widening. "I guess so. But they could also be for people who want to battle and hang out at the same time." He said, shrugging. "But it's still kinda redundant."
John
The Tyrant huffed, running his finger across the bottom of his nose. His attitude changed at the mentioning of battles. Instead of seeming so tense and hotheaded, he looked more interested than anything. Battling was the only reason he came to this island. By the sound of the letter, that was the only reason they wanted him here too.

''So, this places holds the best of the best- correct?'' He moved his hands up to the collar of his jacket, adjusting it before looking to the side. He turned his body to face the never-ending stretch of ocean to his left. His eyes scanned over the different pokemon that played and lived on the beach. *Simply tools for battles*, he thought to himself before peering back to Morgan and his Pidgeot.
William
"That's right!" Morgan said, smiling. Pidgeot decided to simply ignore Quinton, looking around. "I can take you to the mansion, if you don't mind?"