Your OC is stuck on an island with the above OC.

PicklePantry eadie (I hope it is OK if make this into a chain continuance. HUEHUEHUE) 

Just then a wild Shadow Boss pops in front of Lucanus, from his own shadows underneath him! He fully forms and towers over the book keeper and purposely bumps Lucanus' face with his chest. Enough force to knock him down to his feet. "You keep away from him, human!" Unaware of Mr Waller's humble intentions. Shadow Boss points his finger at him. "Come any closer to him and I will devour you! You hear me boy!" Shakes his fist at him. "The Scarecrow is just trying to protect his land! Don't go bother him!" He crosses his arm. "And to answer you question, human, we don't know how we got here either. But let Hayes do his job. He likes to protect lands. You got something to say to him, it goes through me."

The hero side to Shadow Boss did make him want to help Lucanus. The poor human was lost. He looked fragile, not the type of human that'll chop wood and build a camp. The three of them working together would make for a better survival rate. However, Shadow Boss had Hayes to think about. Humans needed to build fire, keep warm, hunt for food. Both Shadow Boss and Hayes didn't need either of those. AND his friend is afraid of fire. He had to keep Hayes safe! Shadow Boss contemplates for a bit then gently nudges the book keeper with his foot so Luc can either scoot away or get up. "Now shoo! Begone. Don't make me haunt your dreams tonight. HAHAHAHH!!" As he lets out a sinister laugh. Probably best this way. Perhaps he can periodically check in on Lucanus, but the boy can't stay with them.

An innocent old lady... Shadow Boss thought long and deep before making his next move. He could troll her. Then again, she was a little old lady. Why would he laugh at that. Who is he kidding! Little old ladies are fun to make fun of! No one is safe from his torments!

"YES! I live here..." Clearly lying. He was just as lost and confused to why they are here in the first place. When Delores mentioned something about hay, Shadow Boss squinted at her. Curious of what her intentions were... Or why she was so curious about his buddy Hayes. He best not mention Hayes, he wanted to keep his friend safe. Shadow Boss wraps an arm around her leading her away from the hays. "Yes.... These are dead grasses..." He looks at her in a menacing demeanor. "These lands are cursed my lady. Curse with an evil spell. For when the moon comes out, is when the real monsters come to light... I suggest you find shelter before nightfall... Or you too, well be as cursed, like these hays." Little did he know that Delores could tell the difference between different plantation.

To be fair for Dolores, getting stuck on an island wasn't too different from living on a mountain in terms of isolation; sure, she'd face the same problems with loneliness and survivor's guilt, but at least they didn't deviate from the usual, so she seemed oddly... Okay about this entire situation. In fact, the only part about getting stuck on an island that didn't appeal to her at all was the total lack of infrastructure and buildings, even less than the rudimentary ones provided by her home city. Dolores, in other words, was used to having little, but this was stretching it.

"I sure hope my dog is okay," she muttered while wringing her hands, "I just... Didn't expect to get stuck on a place like this..." The older woman glanced around before realizing that there were several things that seemed... Off about it. The first were several clumps of hay scattered throughout the area (though there seemed to be a common pattern when she stepped back a bit), and although her vision wasn't the best, she could tell that this didn't come from any of the native flora. Second was the feeling that she wasn't alone, and no, it wasn't the soothing company that her dog or another animal would've provided. This presence seemed much, much more ominous...

Dolores saw her immediate surroundings darken, before she looked up and yelped when she saw just who was looming over her like that.

"I... Ummmm... Do you live here?" the elder stammered while trembling in the face of such a towering and shadowy entity, "I... I'm so sorry if I'm intruding... I..." After the initial shock faded ever so slightly, she was quick to trail off with a whimper, but then she meekly asked, "Do you need anything from me, at least?" Not that it really mattered, considering that her question was so quiet that it likely wasn't audible to the other party. Dolores attempted to giggle off the tension, but that backfired beautifully when her eyes started to quaver like a rabbit who realized it was about to be eaten. Now she looked even more pitiful than before. Wonderful.

The older woman stepped out of the shadow for a second before sighing and mumbling, "Listen, I know I'm probably not supposed to be here... This island doesn't seem that deserted anyhow. There's you, and... Likely someone who has hay." She chuckled while rubbing the back of her neck. "... Would they be your friend by any means? I know it sounds bizarre, but if you two are stuck on an island together, you'd at least know each other, right?" Goodness, that sounded foolish. Nevertheless, Dolores mustered a smile as she managed to ask, "Would... Would you at least be kind enough to take me wherever the nearest... Ummmm.. Dwelling is? I promise I won't stay long, nor will I be too much of a burden; it's just..."

"I'm not used to having that much company, I guess... Especially out here," she admitted before immediately regretting it, as that grin on the other party's face proved to be the opposite of reassuring for a woman as diminutive and reserved as herself.

En is......... so sweet.......... I'd die for him.......... here's a follow-up.....

"... Huh..."
En stood at the shoreline, a hand held above his eyes to give them shade as he stared out into the distance. Sea, sea, and sea. Nothing but sea. No land in sight, not even a ship or a plane. He dropped his hand. This was one hell of a situation, huh? He wasn't even sure how he got here to begin with, same for that lady nearby. He looked over at her. She was elderly and had some warm-looking clothes on. It'd do well for the nighttime but until then she much be burning up. He had to do something to get them out, or to at least keep them safe until help arrived.
En walked over to her, a gold sword flashing into existence in one hand. "Hang on," he said and stabbed the sword into the ground. Nothing happened for a moment. Then, as the emblem on the sword's hilt flashed brown, the ground began to shake. Trees grew rapidly, coiling and turning until they had formed a spacious hut for the two. En took his hand off the sword, but left it in the ground, a satisfied smile on his face. "My swords are pretty powerful," he beamed. "As long as it stays in the ground we'll have these trees to protect us from the weather! So I guess we might as well sit back until then, huh? I'm sure someone's got to have noticed we're gone, right?" Unless, of course, that was the whole reason he was here. What better way to keep the kingdom's embarrassment away than by stranding him? Even then, that's no reason to drag this woman into it. Surely there was something more to it?
En sat down with a sigh. He looked at her again. "You don't have to act so nervous or formal around me," he said. "I don't have any status. Not anymore, at least." He offered her a smile. "My name's En. What's yours?"

Amarin yawned as she woke up from her slumber, only to realized this place was not her house. In fact, this place was not anywhere around her home at all. She had no idea how she got there or why, but she wandered around the island just to see where exactly she is.

Soon she realized it was an island in the middle of the ocean. When she arrived at the beach there was no other land to be seen. Sure she could fly out and probably back, but she might be tired along the way. After all, there was no confirming where the land actually is. 

As she explored deep into the jungle of the island, she could smell something up ahead. Or rather someone...Amarin decided to take a peek at what it was. Turned out it was an elf, seemingly as lost as she is right now. She doesn't know if it was a good idea to go up to that elf, but since no one else to be seen in entire island she commited to try to speak to her.

"Hello..?" Amarin's voice echoed. "Are you lost as well? How did you got here?" Two questions to open the conversation, she quickly learned that the fire elf was lost and have no idea how she got there just like her. Soon enough she realized that she had not introduced herself. "Oh! How rude of me, my name is Amarin, what's yours?" Her voice echoed as she speak. The elf, Cecil, introduced herself once she concluded that Amarin wasn't a treat. They chitchatted for a while for each others' stories. "Oh, you are avoiding people too? I know your feeling there.." or so she assumed. Some while lather they decided to start planing how to get out of this island, otherwise they would starve to death before they get home.

Normally, getting stuck on an island with an accused murderer would've been a total nightmare, considering that she was indeed as aggressive as the legends made her out to be. Of course, she had her reasons for being that way - which the stories didn't hesitate to gloss over in favor of unilaterally depicting her as some sort of monster - but even then...

It was pretty surprising how calm she was as the woman preened herself near the dragon. Brown was admittedly quite fascinated by this other party, whom she had spotted while going to get some water from one of the springs in the forest. Now, she crouched herself down by the reservoir, smiling pleasantly to herself as the dragon peered back at her in curiosity. At that moment, it was like neither of them were stuck on an island, and the two were just... Watching each other, in peace. The only ambiance for a minute or two was the gentle trickling of water from a small waterfall, as well as the shrill call of a bird as it flew through the treetops.

"You... You remind me one of those fossils back at home..." she muttered in almost awe, allowing herself to dip her toes into the water as she regarded the plumage on the dragon's wings; it was meant to be a genuine compliment, but for once, she was a bit worried that it could've come off as an insult. "It... Could be a bit of a stretch, since the plume fossils that I have at home tend to be all stiff and.,.. Not at all meant for water, but... The birds derived from them..." She wrung her hands, though she continued to be quite tender as she spoke. "... They would likely be a lot like you in terms of texture. I can attest this from personal experience, since I have one of those avian creatures myself." Brown laughed with a haughty air, though it was more light-hearted than anything else, as she looked up at the forest canopy.

The sun shone down on them, mostly filtered out by the leaves except for a few scattered spots here and there. It normally would've made the scene a bit more tense, but as the peace continued, it seemed to be negated- Wait, too soon.

Abruptly, Brown took her feet out of the water and wiped them on the nearby rocks, though she did so with much apprehension as she eyed the dragon and got up to her feet. Her stomach growled, and the idea of food was becoming more and more appealing by the minute. But holy hell, did she not want to eat the dragon. Not at all. That'd be too cruel for such a majestic and admittedly adorable beast, and her stomach also turned just thinking of that. Yep, you read that right. Killing people and possibly eating them was cool with Brown, but killing an animal for survival was... Way, way past her comfort zone.

With a frown, the woman's eyes drifted towards the pool of water as she now asked, "I can't help but wonder, though... Are you a piscivore? I mean... An animal who eats fish, of course." She laughed gently in spite of the rising apprehension. "If you are... Do you mind giving me some advice on how to fish? I am feeling a bit... Hungry right now, though you're obviously safe," was quickly added with a coy wave of her hand, and she continued to laugh from there. Brown felt genuinely relaxed for once here, in spite of her hands feeling the slightest bit clammy, and you know what? Good for her!

sdychguyhvchdfgyvjuhdjfvc I love Dean tbh ahhhhhh- I also really like his dynamic with Brown; there's just... a lot of tension between them, and it makes for some pretty interesting interactions, this being no exception.

their awkward adventure continues, through a follow-up....

"Ugh..." Dean groaned, regaining consciousness and dusting the sand off of himself. "I hate boat travel, stupid hunk of junk really crashed here...Where even am I?"

He sat under a tree for a while, waiting for literally any other boat to pull up and see if he could do anything to get back to civilization. And it was just about as exciting as watching paint dry. That is, until he heard some rustling in the greenery behind him. Shit. Who knows what wildlife even lives on this island? Dean didn't even know where he was, it could be like some weird island tiger or something. He climbed up the tree he was once sitting at and pulled off a coconut in case he had to weaponize it.

The creature making the bushes rustle finally revealed itself- and to Dean's surprise, it was a familiar face.

"Brown?"

It'd been a while since he'd seen her, and since then he's heard quite a few rumors about the madame at hand. Of course, being rumors, it was hard to distinguish what and how much he heard was really the truth and what was just exaggerations or outright falsities added out of spite for the woman. Nonetheless...being stuck on a deserted island with a potential cannibal...he nervously gulped.

"What are you doing here? You stranded too?" He asked, trying to keep his cool even in a situation like this.

He certainly wasn't going to be able to sleep tonight. 

"Up and at 'em," Kiushhu's relaxed, but always slightly gruff voice called out, pulling Dean up best they could, "You'll bake alive if you keep laying there."

The uberhero was used to getting lost or stranded, but this was...a little different. They hadn't been in this area before nor knew of the exact layout of things...or the resources. And just their luck! Someone else ended up here too. Of course. This was going to make things much harder, since it wasn't like they were just going to leave him to die. That's not right.

"We should look for a way to get shelter first," the uberhero chuckled, "Then, I'll find a way to get clean water."

Trying to cut up the chores between two, they instantly went into 'leader mode', something they had done before when getting lost with their troops. It would be fine, they just needed to figure out the land and hopefully...get a little help from Dean on gather materials. It couldn't be too difficult.

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(GFHgfhdghf that's so cute...gotta help the lil lad..)

Being on an island, to say the least, was the slightest bit humiliating. It was probable that the middle-aged man could pinpoint the exact island he was stuck on via a map, but alas... Smithson didn't have the map with him right now, nor did he think it's be particularly useful for anyone who was trying to help him- Wait.

He looked over to see the demon loitering nearby as she whacked at some foliage, hopefully clearing up some of the dense forest and making more room for a potential campground. That's more of an us than for a me, Smithson thought with a frown before looking back down at the sands. If this were literally any other context, he'd be okay, because the way the ocean air smelled so crisp in his nostrils reminded him of home. But not only was he stuck somewhere foreign, he also had to share the company with an immortal being.

Despite working with ghosts, that sent shivers down his spine, and he looked away. Smithson had heard that she was normally pacifistic, but if his father's words were relevant in this moment, she did have a dark side. Johnson claimed that she had once tried to constrict the life out of him like some python, whispering cruel words into his ear about Smith. The name was foreign in Smithson's ear, but the fact that she even did such a thing made the middle-aged aristocrat very, very uneasy.

He sure hoped that she wasn't a carnivore by any means.

"I reckon that you could help build a shelter," Smithson nonetheless remarked to her with a nod, though his face tightly remained straight-laced. He ran his fingers through his hair before raising a brow at her, just to gauge her reaction. Then, with a scoff, he added, "You know, with that height of yours. They say I'm a tall person, but you really do make me feel like an ant in that department. But at least you can clear the forest better than me or my bony hands!" He laughed, albeit briskly, before coughing into his sleeve.

You know, for someone with major daddy issues, he sure was being a bitch. It wouldn't even be surprising if he ended up reminding her of Johnson, both in terms of appearance and relative lack of empathy for others. Perhaps, instead of just a regular old survival game, this could become a legitimate rendition of The Most Dangerous Game! Who knows! It'd at least be entertaining, as long as you weren't Smithson.

god.... I'd die for Lan tbh.... he always has such a unique voice that it's hard to not like him. u_u

time for... a follow-up.

"Every place starts from an island."
The darkness that had swallowed Smithson whole began to recoil, the fog lifting to show him standing on a deserted island. Despite the clear sky and the sun shining down on him, it was chilly, just like the tall silhouette standing besides him.
"Sometimes physically, sometimes mentally. We start alone on these islands and build them into a proper home."
The ground shook and the trees shrank away in favor of homes and streets: Undella Town.
"Although sometimes we want more than just a home."
The homes all broke apart as buildings broke out of them, clawing at the sky. The roads grew wider and longer, eating away at the rest of the grass and vegetation. Colorful lights and crowds of people. It was Sinnoh. Specifically, it was one of the League's arenas. No... This arena wasn't Sinnoh's. It was Unova's, it was Shauntal's. But the monitors all showed Smithson's face, and the crowds all chanted his name excitedly. It wasn't Shauntal's arena, it was his.
Then, suddenly, the lights went out and the voices stopped.
"What kind of island are you trying to build?"
Lan's voice echoed as the lights went back on to show the stranded island from earlier. This time, however, Lan wasn't around.
"Are you building a home for yourself? Or have you unknowingly stranded yourself?"

Clarissa wasn't sure how she ended up washed up ashore on a tropical island, but she didn't like the situation at all- especially if this was related to all the current mysterious going-ons in her life. No sign of human life as far as she could tell, just the island fauna such as little crabs scuttling about on shore.  Nobody to rescue her- but nobody to attack her either, so it was both a blessing and a curse. But moreso a curse. No boats or anything even passing by- not that it mattered, she didn't have a flare, didn't know how to start a fire, nothing. 

The sun was coming down and the island was essentially pitch black.

That is, until a glowing mysterious figure came out from deeper within the jungle and onto the shore where Clarissa decided to remain. There was someone here after all. She wearily stared at the lamp, wondering if he was friend or foe.

"What the fuck!?" Fitzgerald spat as he kicked at the sand, disrupting an otherwise peaceful tropical island. He probably got some sand into his shoe in the process, which only made him curse even more as he flailed his foot around like some clown, trying to wriggle the sand out of his shoe while also keeping his shoe on. No way in hell was he going to have his foot burnt off by hot sand today, thank you very much! But nevertheless, he still proceeded to curse like a little bitch.

"I'm not going to be stuck on another fucking island right now! No thank you! Not now, not ever! I can't believe I even agreed to shit this, like... What the hell was I thinking? I went on those types of ventures twice before, and I ended up getting stuck, now I have to deal with this shit? Again!? I swear, if this turns out to be the last time, or if I end up getting stuck again after that, I'm not going to go on these stupid investigations any more! I'll tell my stupid fucking boss that his intern can stay on the damn mainland, just as he deserves! And then he can-"

He suddenly interjected himself with silence when he looked over and saw a vampire gazing over at him from the shade of a tree. The latter clearly didn't seem impressed with this outburst, and neither did Fitzgerald... In hindsight. And only hindsight. This will be fine.

"Hey!" the aristocrat piqued in, now directing all of his frustration towards the other party, "What are you doing here? Are you..." He squinted for a moment, holding a hand up to his brow as he attempted to get a better look at the other party. Wait... He doesn't seem exactly... Human, huh? Fitzgerald now took a step back but remained as indignant as ever - because he was a bitch.

After a moment, he recollected himself: "... A vampire?" Goodness, those words sounded weird. He even had to open and close his mouth a few times just to make sure everything was being articulated correctly; then he blinked and allowed himself to stretch his muscles. "If so, I wouldn't blame you for wanting to stay under the shade like that," he mused aloud with a sneer, "Otherwise you'd burn to death. Just... Don't try killing me at night, and we'll be fine."

"That asides..." Fitzgerald now hummed as if he wasn't being a jerk just moments earlier, "I do kind of wish I brought along some books. I'm not doing any of that foraging shit right now. I still can't believe I'm on this island in the first place. Besides... I think... I think I should really catch up on my reading. Oh, if only I had my book pertaining to foreign fauna and flora... Wouldn't that be ideal?"

oh god. oh fuck. Fitzgerald is.... shitty with vampires, and I'm so sorry.

here's a somewhat late follow-up ahhhh; apologies for the delay!!

claim im sorry i just love the idea of  a 2 vampire combo---------

  Of course Noa would do anything for her liege. It was a given, with her job, but... had she really enlisted with this in mind? Well- then again enlisted was likely not the right word. Regardless of the circumstances, she was here. On some archipelago's island searching... for some flower. What was it again? Noa stopped to consider it for a moment, but all she accomplished in her concentration was muddying her vision as she scrunched up her face. It was already bad enough her eyes did not take to the bright sunlight at all- everything was just... washing together. 

  Why did Lady Onyx send Noa again... Noa cannot see in the day... nor find the north... nor... anything... She glanced around for any reprise from the sunlight, all the while wringing her hands about, but she doubted any of the islands in sight could be considered wooded. Maybe. She certainly wasn't going to attempt swimming elsewhere. Lady Onyx will be upset... Noa cannot do this... She closed her eyes, and began to rub her knuckles into them despite the pain it elicited. Noa muttered, "What useless baubles... better suited to adorn a dress than anything else..."

  And when she pulled her hands away, the polishing had only redoubled the light's assault. She squinted against the harshness of it all- until she caught wind of... blood? She blindly twisted about, trying to find the source of it; though she quickly guessed that the short silhouette of a sapling that she could make out was more than likely the culprit. "Noa is not alone now... riiiight? Noa is glad..."

  She supposed she should at least try to make up for the fact she had been... acting erratic only a few moments earlier. She was unarmed, but she also supposed she could see how it might have been distressing. "Are you hurt, stranger? Noa... is not any healer... but..." 

 With some rummaging through the pouches in her dress, she managed to find the bandages she kept on her. She held them out... to the air, she supposed, hoping this stranger was not as blind as she was. "Is this your home? Noa... is... not accustomed to these places. Only to old, gilded houses. Funny, riiiiight? Noa is here... jaded... from a gilt house..." 

  She laughed, at least, behind one of her hands. Then, she sighed- past the old wound she struck in herself, and to recompose herself. As much as one could in her situation. "Well... regardless of whether you live here or not... you are Noa's savior, yes? Surely, anyone might know more than this... this... old noble. So what have you to say?"

  As much as she tried to downplay it, she could never shake the manners she was... imbued with growing up. With any luck, this stranger would give her something to cling to, until she was recovered, at least. Maybe they'd forget about her. That was also understandable in her mind. Perhaps she'd be able to give them something in return for allowing her to impose... how bleak.