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

Snowpuff slinked on over to the side of the other beast. It was sleeping, could they be nap buddies? apparently not. Snowpuff growled as he was smacked aside.

"fine.. grump...."

Snowpuff smacked the beast with his tail before trotting back to the beach. sand, a lovely thing good to eat and good for polishing scales. Snowpuff awkwardly polished his scales on the sand before flopping down on the ground and yawning. this was a great location to nap sun, sand, and the sound of lapping waves. he didn't feel like flying away, not now anyways maybe later. a nap is required.

a small huff broke from the half-demon's nostrils, eyes narrowing toward the odd snowy drake. this was clearly not the acquaintance he was expecting- demonic hand flexing idly next to him to slowly grab the vial of holy water he held on his hip. his head tilted toward the odd creature, making a click sound with his tongue as he removed it swiftly from the top of his mouth. almost irritated, his hand went away from the vial of holy water and sneered, his lip curling upward in utter distaste as his arm pulsed blue with pulsing, unused and unfiltered demonic energy. he held no distaste for odd creatures- in fact, he found them typically welcoming than most other humanoids. yet he knew how they acted, they were always stuck up and rotten to the core when it came to their belongings, and being stranded on an island was not going to help. rolling his eyes, he cracked his devilish hand's knuckles and cracked a smile.

Aysun huffed as he set down his phone. He took so many cute selfies but there was no service. At least his luggage washed up on shore, so it wasn't like he'd be wearing nothing but leaves. He turned his head to look at the huffing man a distance away. Then again, if he was forced to wear nothing then maybe he wouldn't mind.
Walking over to the man and his strange arm, Aysun took a better look at the scowl on his face. "Big. Mood," he said with a small smile. His eyes drifted to the arm. It definitely wasn't human. Was he allowed to ask about it? Nonetheless, Aysun let out a sigh. "Looks like it's just you and me on this island, huuuh? Why don't you tell me a little about yourself then, handsome?" Oh well, at least he was stuck on an island with a cutie~

It was night time and Thanatos was looking around the island.  He didn't notice Aysun sleeping nearby and walked right past him.

Aysun feels freezing and a sense of dread and wakes up.

"MONSTER! No wait... YOU'RE A GHOST!".  Aysun is terrified of the dragon who seemed like a nocturnal predator at first but then it becomes clear to him that Thanatos seems to have a spiritlike and otherworldly presence.

Thanatos glares at Aysun, irritated that the peacefulness of the night was disrupted by the terrified screams of a human.

As the kitsune wandered the island, a sudden chill came over him. Almost immediately, he realized that someone... or something was behind him. Turning around, he was met with a dozen glowing eyes staring at him. A wave a fear overcame him. Vanilla was staring into the eyes of Death itself, and by the looks of it, he assumed he was not friendly. He took a few steps, muttering 'oh no's, wanting to get away from the deity. Did he plan to kill him?

Vanilla knew for certain he must flee. And without a doubt, he did just that. The kitsune ran away from Thanatos, fearing for his own life. However, what he did not know was that the death god simply remained there, thinking in the peaceful silence.

The Syail stared at the Kitsune warily. He looked safe, but it'd be better to stay in his little vase shell. Maybe they could be friends if he had mint? Aster loved mint, and he brought some with him in a little pouch he found before he went on that boat. Anyway, the Synail decided to just watch from his "shell", because if you don't bother someone, they probably won't bother you. Probably. 

Aldrik casually sat down on a boulder peered his gaze towards the wilderness surrounding him from all directions. He was used to being alone, but being stranded on an island made him feel very uneasy. Having nothing to do, the werewolf started looking for a stick to use for drawing on the sand; It was that moment when he came across an object that appeared to be...a shell? He leaned over the shell and observed it carefully enough to meet a pair of eyes peeking at him from inside it. Rather than being alarmed or startled, Aldrik became thrilled as he realized that he had company in the stranded island (it didn't matter to Aldrik whether they talked or not, as long as it meant that he wasn't alone). "..Why, hello there! Sorry, I didn't mean to startle you. It's just that I haven't been able to come in contact with anyone here, you know?" 

"... Not to be a killjoy but I'm 99% sure that this isn't where the latest Tempest Trials are at." Erandia looked calmly over the quiet and still beach, heavily sighing at the lack of foresight to bring her own Masked Marth with her. Awkwardly going through the sands, she looks around for any sort of life when she finally stumbles upon someone. As Erandia let out a relieved sigh, she waved before asking the confused man on top of the boulder.

"Heya! It's finally nice to meet someone here." She pauses a moment to take in the man's wolf-ish ears. 'Is he a new Hero?'

"Oh! Are you a new Hero? Are you a Laguz? No wait, what was the other term for Fates... Wolfskin!" She grins sheepishly as the other party simply looked in on confusion at her terms. Seeing the confusion in his expression, Erandia slowly felt an embarrassed tinge form on her face.

"Umm... are you perhaps not here for the Tempest Trials...?"

"I'm not, sorry... I'm just a werewolf?" The wolf smiled sympathetically at the poor summoner, as she finally kneels onto the ground, cursing someone named 'Marth' for some odd reason.

"What a waste of stamina..." She mutters darkly, as she was about to check her Breidablik only to find no signal and a count down timer spanning an entire day. She has no idea what that other Masked Marth was thinking other than she probably has a grudge on her or something. The werewolf simply look in with amusement as the red head flops down onto the sand, quietly mumbling. Silence settles between the two of them when suddenly, Erandia got back up to her feet, eyes sparkling in happy defiance.

"Say, since we're here and all, want to join forces with me and do a beach party?"

"Umm, what?"

"Well, we're stuck here for a while, probably until the next reset for the Tempest Trials, but moping around will just do us no good." She smiles daringly, finally starting to treat this as a one day vacation.

"Sure, I guess. What do you have in mind?" Curious, the werewolf asked the energetic girl who now has a fullblown grin.

"Just the two of us wont cut it, so let's get some of my Heroes in on the fun!" With a wave of her Breidablik, four pillars of light emerge and one by one, four units made themselves known.

All of them are surprisingly appropriately attired for the beach.

Summer Xander took one look at the water before grimacing and holding on tightly onto his Lilith plushie, Summer Tiki simply sat down and placed her melon crusher onto the sand, Summer Innes flew around with his wyvern, shouting about his flawless form and something about Ephraim not winning, and finally, Summer Frederick sighed resigning himself to be the crowd control when he heard his summoner shout out "Beach party!". He sees the other surprised and confused party and resolved himself to explain and calm them down, knowing how his erratic summoner could cause more chaos than intended.

Aldrik has no idea what he was getting into when he accepted that beach party offer.

"Gracious me, darling, but you've picked a swell time to lose your Hero summoning ability," Nikolai drawled as he fanned himself with a large leaf from a tree. He wasn't in the mood to flirt, not when he was tired and sweaty and had absolutely no hope of returning to his precious air conditioning anytime soon. Perhaps someone in this world knew how to summon demons...?
With a groan, the Sin laid on the ground, spreading his arms out and trying not to melt. When Erandia mentioned something to try and cheer him up, he replied with a hiss. "I don't want to THINK about your oh-so precious warriors in bathing suits, dearie, I want to SEE them! And unless you've a swimsuit on yourself you plan on showing me soon, don't wake me up until help arrives. Or I get sunburned." He rolled over with a huff and tried to sleep off this horrible time.

Marcus knew it was only a matter of time before Boss showed up but that could be hours, days, or even a few weeks so getting food and water was a necessity. Nikolai was v e r y lucky that he was trapped here with Marcus, being a survivalist and medic. He watched the lazy bum lie on the beach, realizing that he was the unlucky one.

"You just gonna lie there?" No response.

Well, if he was doing all the hard work and all Nikolai could do was sleep, then he wasn't going to wake him up.

Sunburn time then.

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"Wha-how..ugh never mind." Marcus fixed his glasses and crosses his arms. 

"I don't remove my coat and I'm definitley not going swimming with you. This is a serious situation and I hate saltwater." He took off his glasses, uncrossing his arms for a brief second. "- dries my skin out."

Also, how old are you? You can't be older than 18.."

"you're awfully qualified looking, aren't ya?" aiko giggles to herself, poking at the black overcoat with the furiosity unlike any other, "muscular too! nice appearance, and you're even cultured! with your eye candy, i might be able to get us off this island, all by myself!"

she bounces across the island scavenging for supplies, seemingly never loosing energy as she dumps another ungodly mountain of coconuts onto the coast. giving marcus a small wink, she twiddles her fingers together before sending a blast of sand at the fruits. it looks stupid, but aiko's small grin turns into a triumphant 'aha!' when she sees the nuts were successfully transformed into some stellar bathing suits.

"hey, don't look at me with that glare of yours!" she faux scolds, pouting as she grabs her one piece, "i'll get us off AFTER i have my fun! now hurry up, the sun's not going to wait for you to bathe in its glory! and just so you know, this isn't a ploy to see your rippling muscles!... completely, at least."

Clarence walked about the shore searching for anything that could be salvaged from the boat crash. A metallic thud rang out as he accidentally kicked the platter he usually held. poor vision is rather inconvenient. eagerly he picked up the platter. now he had his platter and a half-empty bottle of juice. He paused as he heard an eager voice shouting in the distance. He decided to follow the voice, after a few minutes he tripped on a pile of coconuts. to his dismay he dropped his platter, spilling the contents into the sand. great, now there is no juice.

"cheer up we've got all these coconuts we will be fine!" the voice cheered.

Clarence squinted at the source of the voice, whatever it was it was red. company would be nice. he wondered how long it would take for Joey to notice he was gone. he half hoped it was soon and half hoped she would never notice.

"I would like to leave but i would not, besides i can't swim due to my center of gravity... would you like a coconut?"

Bryant lazily drifted over to float along side the green creature stuck on the island with him. "Oh would you look at that, already hallucinating," he commented with a mischievous grin, staring out at the seemingly endless expanse of water. He responded to the look Clarence gave him with a laugh. "Nope , not real, " he confirmed before Clarence could even ask, adding, "The mind plays funny tricks on you when you're alone". 

He plopped down heavily on the beach next to Clarence but the sand remained undisturbed. "So, you gonna try to get off this litter box or are have you just given up?"

Khash sat on his haunches, staring blindly over the ocean. He always wished he lived near the ocean as a child, to see rolling waves instead of sandy hills. He leaned back with a sigh but was greeted with a quiet "Heey!" Khash jumped 4 feet in the air.

"I thought I was alone?!" he yelped. "Where did you come from? You scared the shit outta me!"

The sand where the young man was sitting wasn't disturbed in any sort of way and and Khash didn't recall feeling anything as he laid back.

"Oh my God...I'm dead. You're a ghost of someone who died or an angel taking me away. Which are you? Speak."

"Hmm. No good," Aysun sighed, the palm of his hand against his mouth as his other hand held his phone up. "No signal. Isn't that just lovely?" he drawled while turning to face the man he found on the shore. How they both got here was a mystery. All he recalled was that he woke up here with that man a few feet away. He called himself Khash and came off rather cocky despite them being the only two here. Although he did seem to display interest in the man's suit for its glitters so at least he had a decent taste in fashion.
"You know," Aysun started. "Something like this happened to my dad before. He got such an awful sunburn when he was found- couldn't move for days! I'm just as pale, I don't think my skin could handle even the moonlight!" He laughed lightly then looked out at the sea. It hadn't yet hit him that he was completely isolated with no hope of communicating with the outside world.