Is it a bird? Is it a plane? Is it Zac Ramsay descending in a spaceship outside his hangar, after finally conquering the final biome amongst the stars?

No! It's Kazimir Wynter, descending with flare and style and turning the waters choppy from the creature he rides!

Although surely, Angelo could be forgiven for having to squint in regards to the latter.

As the pilot steps out onto his floating, wooden dock his eyes don't quite know what to look at first. Kaz's new look, strikingly similar to their mutual friend gone from Hoenn's shores or the giant, bamboo spaceship behind him.

Both are curious, in different ways.

“Sounds like you're already doing that to my pier!” He calls out in a playful jab, an eyebrow lifted as the bulky man jumps onto the wooden slats to the sound of complaining groans beneath his feet. 

When Angelo reaches the fresh redhead, he stretches out a hand towards him for a welcoming clap of palms. “Hey. It's been too long, I could'a sworn you were brunette before.” His lips split into a shit-eating, teasing grin.

It had been some time since they'd seen each other. Sea Hoenn, he thinks, had been an awkward last meeting... 

“Well I bothered to tidy up the place for ya, so there's no going back now. Come in.” His hand slaps against his fellow fugger's back, encouraging Kaz and his muscular entourage towards the large open doors of the hangar.

Although he gives pause, to nod towards the Celesteela. “Sorry, big girl. Might have to leave you outside.”

With a return salute, Angelo watches for a brief moment as the Celesteela takes to the sky in a burst of fire. Its exit is about as dramatic as Kazimir's entire personality - they're a great match, really.

While the other pokémon that had accompanied the former Elite Four make themselves at home, getting down to some shadow boxing, Angelo raises a brow.

There's amusement in the curl of his lips at the exuding confidence. Kazimir is never dull, he'll give him that.

“That 'shit you stir' is exactly why I asked you. You've got experience under your belt, Kaz. People are always taking a swing at you, figured you'd know better than anyone how to save your own ass.”

Also, most importantly, there's respect there. He was not ignorant to his friend's skills.

“Actually kind of what I'm lookin' to avoid. I've had one too many hospital visits lately.”

Angelo needn't go into detail. After all, his visitor isn't the only one with a new feature, the pilot's neck bears the evidence of a battle near lost.

He didn't want himself and Skyler to go through that night again...

A sharp bark of laughter chases away any dour ruminations, teeth flashing in a shit-eating grin as his arms cross. While certainly not as jacked as Kazimir, his muscles are nothing to scoff at, either.  

“Just some training tips for myself an' the team would be great. I like my muscles as is. Gotta be able to fit in the cockpit.”

After all, Kazimir probably wouldn't be able to reach a sticker slapped between his shoulder blades, with those guns.

“Anyway I'm all warmed up. Where d'you wanna start?”

Where d'you wanna start? He'd asked.

Apparently, Kaz prefers to kick things off with a surprise, flaming elbow drop.

From the hangar rafters craft of steel beams, falls the Incineroar that had sauntered inside some few minutes ago. Heat and shadow pushes down on the back of Angelo's sweat dewed neck, making the large expanse of the warehouse suddenly stuffy.

Angelo reacts as Kazimir suggests, lunging out of the way on swift feet and the wag of an even quicker tongue, sarcastic. “Thanks!”

Rolling along hard concrete, the pilot is quick to bounce back up onto his feet, pulse subtly spiking with the onset of adrenaline. “Nice moves. Didn't expect big boy to jump so fast.”

With a sharp whistle, bright eyes blink owlishly from the darkness clinging to the rafters in which he'd perched. Incineroar's Alolan counterpart then leaps, wreathed in shadows, to silently lurk behind Angelo. 

Blue eyes fix on Kazimir and his muscled feline, standing where he'd left them. Angelo smiles with a sharp cornered invitation. “Well?”

Let's go.