Angela
*As he lined up for a landing, after waiting a couple hours for the commercial craft he is finally able to land. Engaging his landing flaps and air brakes to slow him down. In his Cold War era fighter jet he would land calmly almost like he has been doing it for a little while. Once his wheels touch the ground he disengages the landing flaps but keeping the air break on.*
William
Morgan was on his phone as he made his way to the Airport. He saw the fighter jet and gasped, walking over to it. "Damn, I think you've officially made the flashiest entrance to this island!" He said with a small laugh. "I'm Morgan, by the way. Your name is?"
Angela
*From inside the plane still with his pilot's gear he would wave as he piloted his jet to a small but empty hanger. He would drive it into the hanger where a crew would refuel the plane and cleaned it up.*
William
Morgan watched the crew do their thing in slight awe. "Wow, you have a whole crew?" He asked, looking up at the person in the jet. "Why don't you come out and take a little break? It must've been a long flight here."
Angela
*He would not hear Morgan's comment about the crew, he didn't know them but when he was invited they where mentioned due to James basically owning a private "Jet". The crew seemed a bit confused as there where way more than needed, they expected a private luxury jet not a Cold War era fighter. James would slowly take his gear of still in the cockpit just before opening it and standing up still partly in his flight suit.*
William
Morgan simply waited for James to come down, smiling. He wanted to meet this person officially, so he would be patient. His smile was a small one, but not a negative one.
Marcos
*He would jump out of his plane and landed on the ground, his heavy flight boot clopped on the ground as he landed on the hard concrete floor. He would rise up and stretched just before giving a nice smile to Morgan.*
"Hey, Hru?"
William
He backed up slightly as he didn't want to be squashed. "I'm doing fine, and you?" He asked, smiling and holding out his hand for James to shake. "You never told me your name."
Marcos
"Hey, yeah. I'm James who are you?"
*He offered his hand still covered by his flight glove that he used to control the flight stick. He seemed rather tired and stiff as he was in the plane for a good 3 to 5 hours.*
William
"Morgan, and it's a pleasure to meet you." He said with a smile. "You seem tired, do you want me to escort you to the mansion?" He asked simply.
Marcos
*He gave Morgan a look of confusion and a perplexing face towards Morgan, he didn't read about a Mansion.*
"Pardon my language but what the hell? I didn't read about a Mansion."
William
"I mean, if you were coming to Island of Aces you were invited to stay at Sigford Mansion, were you not?" He asked, looking at James with an equally confused expression. He *Was* Invited to Sigford, right?
Marcos
"Yes I was invited I just didn't take the jet they provided plus I didn't read about half the letter in the card so yeah I think that is the problem."
*He chuckles nervously as he scratched his head.*
William
"Fair enough," He said with a small laugh. "But my offer still stands. Do you want me to escort you to the mansion?" He asked, looking at James.
Marcos
"Sure I would like to go see it but let me get some things first. Ok?"
*He said as while still looking at Morgan he would turn and begin walking to his plane, opening a compartment that once held armored back plates for the pilot was a storage for luggage.*
William
"Yeah, of course." When James returns with his stuff, Morgan starts talking again. "Since it's a long way to the Mansion, you have 4 possible options: You can ride my Pidgeot, Noivern, Sawsbuck, or something else. The choice is yours." He said simply.
Marcos
"Oh um. I have my own Pokémon, do you mind if I ride on my Pokémon?"
*He would say as he pulled a old looking duck ball out of a bag ready to release said Pokémon out and got ready for transport.*