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

He couldn't recall how he ended up on a stranded island. What he did remember was pursuing some lowly vampire who failed to finish his 'meal' and let them get loose. Unfortunately for Ben, it was daylight, forcing him to look for some kind of shelter-if there even was any- in such an isolated environment. All it took was a few more steps into the forest to find a small shed pitifully trapped in between some trees and tall grass; how convenient! He quickly made his way into the worn-down shelter and sighed in satisfaction after closing the door. It was completely dark in there, just the way he liked it. 

Everything was perfectly silent. There weren't any signs of life, which disappointed Ben who became increasingly bored as time seemed to pass slowly. Another moment of silence. Then a faint rustling of leaves. This caused him to snap his eyes open and sit up to get a better listen. He certainly could feel another presence getting closer. It wasn't an animal for sure, but it wasn't a human either. Ben furrowed his eyebrows in confusion as he sensed another vampire, wondering what the hell they were doing here; he knew for a fact that it wasn't the one he was tracking down. Then again, he had no clue why he was even here in the first place, so he simply shrugged it off. 

Growing curious, he made his way to the door and opened it ever so slightly to get a peek at the stranger. It was a woman, one with a small stature and a reserved demeanor. Despite her facial expression lacking emotion, he could tell she was struggling under the sunlight although they were blocked out pretty decently by the trees. Feeling a bit of compassion (how surprising), he took the chance to open the door properly. "You there." He spoke up while gesturing towards the shed. "Why don't you come inside, love? It's a thousand times better than staying out there." He was honestly glad he wasn't alone.

Usually, Ben would've been an asshole coming up with clever little comments to make the other person feel bad, but here he was, having decent things to say. Perhaps it's because of how vulnerable she appeared in his eyes. He could practically feel her low confidence; even if he did say some offensive stuff, he felt that she would most likely agree with him. How awkward. "Not much of a talker, are you?" he asked while lightly nibbling his thumb. "Just saying, you're probably a lot better than you think. Coming from me, that means a lot." At this point, there was a lazy cocky grin plastered on his face. He just wanted her to converse with him since there wasn't much to do.

Private islands were a thing of dreams for Chad. There was always so much party potential on those tropical getaways, and the pictures you could take? It could be blurry and still better than anything in the city! Even an abandoned one like this was great! When he finished the job he'd be sure to get some well-deserved rest here, but first thing's first.
Chad pressed his back to a tree, peering to the side to see a man dressed in black roaming around with a seemingly bored expression. That was a vampire, and a vicious one, too. He hunted other vampires, ones that showed mercy to people, and he was cruel to those he caught. That was something Chad had to hunt down, that was a real monster.
He'd made sure to cover himself in something to mask his scent from the vampire, though he had a feeling it wouldn't work. He gripped his baseball bat tightly. He could see even from this distance that Benny was stronger than most vampires he'd faced. This might be a close call for him, but he wouldn't back down and risk Zack or Scott becoming targets. Once he made sure his Go-Pro was still recording, he burst out to attack.

Being stuck on an island was no unfamiliar situation for him. 

What was unfamiliar, however, was the one he was stuck on. It didn't seem like the place he was used to in some way he was unable to pinpoint. It felt... Off. 

He didn't really remember how he got here, either... o _\ Weird circumstances, but since when has weird ever deterred him?

Out of both boredom & curiosity, 49 had been exploring this new place - messing with the occasional object that caught his interest. Usually rocks. Trying to climb trees, usually failing - when he succeeded, he spent a while at the tippity top, marvelling at the view.

So cool... He probably could get used to this!

While he'd been wandering the coast of the island, something caught the entity's eye. Shiny...? .0 Maybe its a seashell! Might as well go check it out, maybe it talks!

As he soon found out, that was not a seashell. 49 walked straight into the other party - & almost immediately recoiled, taking a second to realize wtf just happened, eyeing the other party with a confused stare. 

Oh. Oh fuck. <.0... "Ah - S-sorry 'bout that! I didn't sh - see ya there, I prom'se!!" His apology was practically chatter as he backed up, that smile of his faltering ever so slightly. Wait - that was a person. Somebody else was here.

Eh. He was more focused on the fact he bumped into them to focus too much on that, though... But as his mind was on the subject, "Wait - how'd y'get here? You're on this place too???" he said something about it before he thought. <.}

M. Pourife let out a long sniff... Almost annoyingly so, as he arose from his seated position and started to scan his surroundings.

"So this was the island my intern kept complaining about," muttered the middle-aged man under his breath. His voice was just a little bit too coy for someone who was at least aware that an island like this existed, though... Technically, this wouldn't be his first time being stuck on an island. With a shiver, the man recounted the last few times he was on a deserted island, and it was clear that the idea of being away from a building for more than a few hours made the scientist feel... Antsy, as he lacked the equipment he was so used to blabbing about almost incessantly.

It was also clear that the island he was stuck on seemed a little... Ethereal. And as his eyes settled on a familiar humanoid, he believed that he could come up with a hypothesis as to why the island - sometimes, if he blinked enough - appeared to almost glitch, or suddenly change from a daytime surrounding to a nighttime one, then vice versa.

Mirroring the other party's grin, the scientist stepped forward and asked, "What are you doing here?", while wringing his hands. He knew exactly what he was getting into; dealing with legendary Pokemon was always a bit of a tricky business, though this one seemed... Fairly humanoid? So, M. Pourife did try his best to treat the other party like another fellow he'd meet on the streets- Yes. That was a perfectly valid method of coping with being stuck on a deserted island. Denial. This will be fine! This won't result in disaster for either party!

"Either way, it is nice to see you again," hummed the scientist while not exactly waiting for the other party's answer. Rude? "I... I do not know my way around islands, to be fair. I am more of a city person, but... I heard that you tend to stay on that island of yours when you are not traveling, so..." The man cocked his head while slowly rubbing his rubbery chin; said rubbery texture wouldn't last for long, thanks to the stubble that was inevitable to grow once the man was stuck on the island for a few days. Man, did he wish he brought along a razor for this little trip.

"... Mind helping an old man out?" chimed in M. POurife with a hearty laugh, despite taking a step back just moments later. The possibility of getting rejected did linger in the air - of course - but the other party did seem friendly! He was always smiling, a lot like the scientist himself underneath that bushy mustache of his. And, besides... This was kind of a free way to study a legendary Pokemon without being too overt. Right?

In the excitement of it all, he kind of forgot his earlier conception of dealing with strangers - let alone those associated with legendary Pokemon - as a little bit tricky... A little bit risky.

erfdkhsrfjhv thank god M. Pourife is stuck with someone with survival skills, because.... he doesn't really have anything practical here....

time for a follow-up.

The sun burned. It was normal for a Phantom to overheat in the sunlight, but it was never quite bearable for Lemu, no matter how many times he regenerated. He'd been called to an island, in the middle of nowhere -- that didn't surprise him at all, yet it was a far cry from the living space of his usual victim. 

No matter -- he'd perch in a tree and hide until the sun set, taunting his new assignment from the shadows until then. "Why, you're a sad looking little thing, aren't you?" the bat-like ghoul told Henry, channeling his voice into the mind of his victim.

--

Upon the setting of the sun, Lemu took flight, hovering above the trees, swooping onto the man at every opportunity he found.

What...? Terry looked around. An island...? An isolated one, at that, too. But... how did he even get here? He hadn't done any traveling besides driving around, and even then he wasn't near any water. Was this some kind of supernatural prank? Or... was he asleep? He relaxed. Yeah, that had to be it. He was simply sleeping, and this was a dream. Probably some desire for a vacation, which did sound nice, his normal vacations never lasted long enough. So hey, might as well make the best of this.
The sand felt nice to walk on, at least. Not too hot, not too cold, felt really comfortable. He walked down the beach until he saw a large palm tree with plenty of shade underneath it. It wasn't his bed, but hey, he'd take what he could get. He settled himself down nicely and folded his arms behind his head. The wind blew lightly. This was the life. With a small yawn, he closed his eyes and took a nap...
... until something flew into his face.
He sputtered out something and swat at whatever it was, opening his eyes to see nothing. Was it a fly? Felt bigger than that. Maybe a seagull? He didn't think he'd heard any, now that he thought about it. Oh well, whatever it was, it was gone now. He settled back in his spot and closed his eyes-- just as something flew in his face again! He opened his eyes and swat, this time able to catch a glimpse of something flying away. What? Was that a bat?? Isn't it daylight right now?
Terry groaned as he sat up and leaned against the tree. He had a feeling he wouldn't get a chance to sleep with that thing around. Great. Maybe he'll try to wake himself up from this nightmare.

Flavio was being cooked alive in his armor, for starters, so... If Terry was ever starving... He could make himself some pre-cooked foot tacos or something...

But, anyways, there Flavio was, laying on his back in the sand. He knew the younger man was nearby, but hadn't paid him much mind so far other than barking orders at him, and hoping that it wouldn't bite him in the ass later on, if the aforementioned foot tacos were any concern. He felt faint for once in his life. Maybe he should strip his armor, but alas, he was kind of stupid, and the last beach he went to wasn't even this hot. It was just... dark, gray, cold, and *sad.* Maybe he thought this one would have been just as depressing.

He moved his head around, finally regaining enough brain cells to start on his helmet. He pulled the helm off his head and then tossed it aside, taking in a gulp of fresh, salty air as he did. The corners of his vision darkened for a second, but he tried to recover from it, taking in a deep breath. He shut his eyes tightly, and then shouted towards Terry, who was smart and chilling in the shade.

"Little man!" he shouted, his voice barely even a rasp, "Fetch water for me, for gods' sake!" With some struggle, he hoisted himself into a sit, at which point he was blasted in the face by a pleasant breeze. A shame that it didn't really help him.

His movements slow, he continued to work at his armor, trying to hold back the dizziness that altered his once well-coordinated movements. And then, in a whinier-than-usual tone, he called again, "And help me with all of this! And!" He paused to wheeze. "The... Oh, the trees, I need to look at the damned fucking trees..."

Good job on the heat exhaustion, old man.

WHEW ANOTHER VERY LATE FOLLOW-UP POST.

"Hmm, well this is rather embarrassing, isn't it, dearie?" Nikolai mused while tossing Niang a lazy grin. He tucked a fist under his chin as the other wrapped around his side. "Goodness me, one minute I was lounging on my couch, and now I'm here! Quite the predicament, hmm? I do hope my TV records my shows for me. What about you, dearie? Have you any idea how this happened?" He plodded over to her, lime green eyes observing her carefully until his grin widened. "My, my, but if I'm to be stranded with anyone, at least it's with someone as you~ Has anyone ever told you how lovely you look, darling?" His eyes looked her up and down. "And short! Gracious, how adorable~ Maybe we're not stranded after all then, hmm? Perhaps it's fate that we meet, yes~? We'll have all the time in the world to find out." He turned around and waved his hand against his face. "But goodness me, is it a hot day! I do love a day at the beach, dearie, but not when there aren't any drinks to pair it with. Er, you can find all the things to make a shelter, yes?"
A headstrong, independent woman and a lazy, flirtatious man. What could go wrong?

It was a beautiful day on the island, when suddenly something fell from the sky and landed in the water with a giant splash. Ace was still stunned from her impact when she felt a pair of strong arms pick her up and carry her to the shore.

Once they were on land, Ace looked up to King Caspian and sayed "Wow you're hot- I mean, thank you! I'm fine, don't worry. crashing into water hurts way less then landing in a bunch of trees and briers and stuff." Ace took of her cape, noticing a small tear. "Well, looks like i'll be stuck here until i can repair this." 

Hearing King Caspian offer to stay with her, Ace asked, "You'll stay with me? You... really don't have to, i can survive on my own..." but King Caspian insisted that he couldn't just abandon someone stuck on an island. Ace felt relieved and exclaimed "Thank you so much!"

Thanks for the necromancy!

Never mind the fact that her husband had thought that taking her and their daughter along with him to some fucking "island trip" was going to do them any good! The sand got in her shoes and eyes, the salt crusted her clothing and equipment, and she was pretty fucking sure that someone was raiding their shelter for food, but... You know what? That's fine. That's forgivable.

The only reason why Brown was here in the first place was because her husband had told her that there were fossils abound on the island. And hoo boy, was she kicking herself in the ass for that in hindsight! How could she be so stupid, so simple!? This was probably another lie he had concocted to take her away from home, make her get along with him and that daughter she never wanted? Her breathing only quickened in pacing and intensity as she could only ponder with a scowl, Just like every other fucking thing he came up, like the so called "charismatic" dipshit that he is...

"You again," hissed the young woman when she looked up to see a familiar silhouette nearby, "For fuck's sake, stop trying to hide yourself in between the trees. I can fucking see you, and I bet the monkeys and birds can too. I doubt you would ever be truly invisible even if you tried with that-" She broke off to gesticulate with her hand, tears starting to prick at the corners of her eyes, then just... Deflated. Apparently the loss from their last encounter - and battle - struck her in the heart once more, though she didn't protest and sob like last time. Instead, the young woman just stood there defeated and kicked at the topsoil with her shoe.

"Well, not that it matters now," she huffed while wiping at her face, "Apparently you're on the same fucking island as me. Something fucked up with your magic?" Oh, Brown hoped that was the case... If she knew what schadenfreude was, she would've loved to indulge in it, because the young aristocrat thought that was what they deserved after utterly humiliating her in, like, pretty much her only talent.

It's okay, Brown. You'll get buff in a few years, and then you'll get another talent: beating the shit out of people.

The young woman remained measly - both figuratively and literally - for now though, as she hopped off a rocky ledge and stepped closer to them, grunting, "Whatever. You could have been stuck somewhere worse, like a volcano or some shit." Yet in fact, a hopeful trill had entered Brown's voice while she continued, "It's pretty if you get past the fact that you are, well, fucking stranded. There's a beach, lots of trees... I should have, uh, made a map, but I did explore a bit-" Brown broke off, then shook her head. "Not that I should..." the aristocrat mumbled while adjusting the brim of her hat.

"I can take you back to shelter if you want," she suggested with a resigned drawl... Uh oh. Brown glanced off to the side, then gave her backpack of fossil-digging equipment a slight pull. "Not now, of course. I hope you do not mind me staying around for an hour or two trying to look for fossils, and- No, we are not fighting again. I'm tired." She shuffled her feet. "I just hope that you do not mind packaged and cheap food given that neither my husband or I really know how to cook..." Serves you right for not bringing servants along- Not that it was Brown's decision in the first place, to be fair.

@ NP: this version of Brown is written as being in her late twenties or so and occurs BEFORE Skinner died!! she's much shyer and less aggressive than her default tab, but she still has plenty of resentment towards Skinner in spite of that.

if you find her difficult to reply to, you can opt for her default tab, which is written as being in her mid-to-late forties!! just lmk if this is the case so that I can respond appropriately!!

NP maaaaaay also get a follow-up from me if college gives me mercy.......

Going to a tropical island was supposed to be fun- even if it was technically a work trip for her to hunt down a shiny Pokemon that was rumored to be on the island. Topaz had managed to find someone who was interested in hunting for fossils and was willing to go in half on a boat trip excursion to this little remote place- but she didn't expect to be shipwrecked.

The blonde buried her head in her hands. "Uuugghhhhhhhhhhhhhhh......" She stared at Brown. "Do you know how to build a shelter or start a fire or anything? Because I'm completely useless when it comes to any sorta survival skills." She was used to her husband doing all the stuff for her on camping trips or anything similar- but she didn't want to bring him along this trip, given their recent tensions and the fact that she didn't want to pay for a babysitter for the kids. And man, she was regretting that decision given the current events.

"God...my husband and kids are going to be so worried. Miss...Brown, was it? Do you have a man in your life? Kids?" She asked, trying to make small talk with the only human being she was going to be having contact with for quite a while.

Edison had liked the idea of a wonderful tropical getaway; it was what the flyer said, so of course he'd take the chance upon seeing it. But now, sitting here on some random beach in who knows where, with no sign of life other than himself and some stranger... well, Edison was a little frustrated, to say the least. 

He didn't know Topaz, but considering how she opted for small talk as they searched their new surroundings, he figured he'd get to know her soon enough. His beeps and honks provided little as an ice-breaker; unless Topaz liked his slapstick shenanigans, their conversations would be drier than the sand they walked on. 

At first, he was just as eager as she was to try and make the best of it, but his natural tendency to make a huge joke out of anything was rather useless in this situation. He and Topaz tried every trick in the book - searching for buried treasure, creating strange little bamboo machinations, fighting a horde of monkeys over bananas, and venting their woes to a volleyball. He even tried to write a plea for help using stones on the shore - help me! I don't have a punchline!

With a weary honk of his clown shoes, he slumped back onto the sand below him, embracing his fate with the wave of a little white flag. Seems they were both stuck where they were for a little while.

But hey! At least no sharks would try eating him if he attempted to swim to shore - clowns like him taste kinda funny.