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

“Now aren’t you lucky to be stuck with someone like me?” Savnock grinned at them. Anything he touched would duplicate, they would have an unlimited supply of food until they found a way to escape. 

But his grin melted into a frown almost as quickly as it appeared, his eyes glowering at Chance. “Shame that you’re a filthy, disgusting little mortal. Even worse than a lowly rat. You want your share of food, you should beg me for it.”

“You should beg for everything you need to fuel your insignificant life.”

The seraph chuckled with sadistic glee. “But you know what, since I’m such a benevolent god I’ll go gentle on you, since you’re not from my world. Now then, let’s get you to work...”

*dialogue is spoken as if savnock was talking to 009 in his post.

she glances up at the taller male without so much of a twitch of fear; placid, and just a little foreboding. it's odd that she doesn't seem to be afraid, or even angry, as one might expect.
lucky... mortal... nine blinks, trying to wrap these words around her head. she looks down at her hands, opening and closing her digits like she's physically grabbing onto what the other is saying. after a long pause, she shrugs. this is too hard to understand.

but-- get to work, she can do. she's used to it, really.

nine gives a little nod of her head, the phrase, "understood", passing through her lips before she runs-- darts-- almost so quickly her companion can't make it out-- towards a palm tree. leaping at the sapling, the girl aims a quick rotating kick towards its wood, toppling it splendidly.

she lands on all fours, then straightens. this is what people use on islands, right? wood? she's not quite sure.

Hand above his forehead, Ethan leaned as far into the shore as he could, eyes narrowed in search of any signs of rescue. Nothing. With a sigh, he dropped his arms to his side and gazed up at the sun. Why'd he have to get stuck on an island on one of the hottest days?
Feeling eyes on him, Ethan turned his head to look at the woman he had been stranded with. She had a blank look on her face, one that reminded him both of curiosity and apathy. Was that even possible? Guess he shouldn't question what was possible considering those horns and tail... Honestly, if he wanted to survive then he'd have to make an ally out of her.
"Heh... Guess I took the wrong turn at Albuquerque," Ethan attempted to joke. He tried to laugh, but it slowly dimmed away as he was met with only a silent stare. "Right... Well, uh... My name's Ethan! What about yours?" Again, a silent stare. Several blue lines ran down his face as he slumped in his posture. "Okay well, I'm just gonna get some firewood... or something," he mumbled as he walked off.

WHAT A DREAM COME TRUE. Whoever this person was, he was really cute. The type Zaleos would go for, yes, even if he didn't go for guys as much. Being stuck on an island wasn't so bad after all. For some reason he wasn't able to just fly away either, but then again he wasn't going to let this one just starve to death or something on here.

What was the best way to approach a stranger without creeping them out? Getting to know them would be best, considering they should probably be on good terms if they were to survive on the island. "Hey!" he called out, waving friendily at him. "I'm Zaleos, you can call me Zal if you want. What's your name? A cutie like you would probably have the most beautiful name in the world~"

"It's okay for you to rely on me! In fact, I want you to. I can take good care of you, you know? I'm super capable, you gotta believe me! Anyway, you just tell me what you need, and I'll try my best to get it for you. We should build a shelter, right? Hey, do you mind if we share the same sleeping space? Uh, I don't really like sleeping by myself."

"What a terrible situation," Charlotte murmured as she examined her phone. They were far away and her phone was about to die. She could probably make one message out before it died on her.
Feeling eyes on her, she turned her head to see Madan staring at her. He wasn't replying or, well, doing anything. Was he in shock from being stranded? She noticed a subconscious move towards a bottle of liquor, to which the assassin kicked it out of his reach. "This isn't the time to be drinking," she said rather coldly before turning her back to him. "Let's hurry and find wood to start a fire. Hopefully we won't be here for long, but I'd rather not wait in the cold."

(uH there's nothing on their character's profile, but I'll try! :^) )

Not too long ago, Dante was in the middle of taking someone's soul, until everything blacked out all of a sudden; The next thing he knew, he found himself lying down on sand; what in the world? 

He got up and observed his surroundings. Sand. Palm trees. No signs of life. Dante grunted in annoyance and began to lit a cigarette. He couldn't teleport if he didn't know the name of the location. As soon as he brought the cigarette to his lips, he heard a shuffling of leaves not too far away. Dante's lips curled up into a smirk. Well, he was wrong about one thing, it appeared that he wasn't alone on the island after all. He choked when the "guest" came out, surprised by the fact that it was a humanoid. Dante was expecting it to be an animal, but it looks like lady luck was on his side. In fact, they were one of those cat-humans. God, he loved them, mainly because they had nine lives to spare, right? They were cute too. The kemonomimi seemed surprised as well, but relief could be evident in their eyes. Dante couldn't help but grin because there was nothing to be relieved about. "Why, hello there." He began to approach the cat-man. "Looks like we're the only ones here. This island seems pretty far from civilization, so I guess no one can hear us scream for help." He began to chuckle. This was going to be fun.

Bless you

vvv that was adorabLE vvv

(I hope that looks okay, I kinda tried tying in some of Dante's actions and hopefully it's not too out of character... whoops.)

Nukala woke up to the sounds of seagulls and ocean waves.  The sun beat down on his body, causing him to groan and sit up slowly, rubbing his tired eyes which shut tightly in the sun's harsh light.  He squinted, trying to adjust to the brightness of the morning.  He could tell he was on a beach.... a long, vast beach surrounding a heavy forest.  He looked around and wiggled his ears.

"What the...?" He slowly stood up and looked around more. "That's strange..." He muttered to himself. "I remember dozing off in the palace! Not a beach." He stared out into the water, feeling utterly confused. "Did... did Hallucina drop me off here, forcing me to take a vacation?" He stared off onto the ocean, completely lost in thought, trying to make sense of his situation.  Little did he know, he was not alone... a tall man was slowly approaching from behind, wielding a crowbar in his dominant hand.  He slowly approached Nukala, closer and closer... until just a few inches behind! He slowly raised his crowbar with a wide, toothy grin on his face.  Nukala finally noticed a shadow raising before him! He widened his eyes, turned around, and by sheer instinct, he blasted the man with a beam of magic! The man skid back in the sand, losing his grip on his crowbar.  Nukala's heart was pounding from the sudden "attack," but other than raising his melee weapon, the sneaky demon didn't seem to take much interest in harming Nukala.  He stared at him, Nukala stared back, and instantly, the man started laughing.  Nukala narrowed his eyes.

"What?" He asked. "You think it's funny?" Apparently, yes.  Nukala could tell that this man had no other interest in harming him.  He rolled his eyes and walked along the shoreline. "I have no time for this." He huffed. "I need to find a way out of here."

Hours had passed.  Nukala wasn't finding any answers, nor a way out.  He stamped his hoof in the sand in frustration.  He let out a frustrated groan, then perked his ears at the sound of rustling in the bushes behind him.  He looked around, but didn't see anything... but he had a slight suspicion as to who it may have been.  He sighed. 

"I know you're back there." He called, unenthusiastic. "I don't know WHO you are, but if this is some game of yours, I'm NOT interested." No response.  Nukala slowly started to narrow his eyes and grin.

"Okay, then..." He murmured. "Have it your way..." He walked away from his current location and sneaked his way into the forest.

About another hour had passed.  Nukala was waiting silently in a thick shrub, watching out into the shore.  Eventually, the man from before could be seen pacing around.  Nukala grinned, clenching his hand into a fist, which summoned a strange, red cloud around it.  When the stranger wasn't looking, Nukala blew into his now open hand and the cloud flew out into the breeze, forming into a large, screeching beast from behind Dante! Dante immediately turned around to swing at the monster, which disappeared into a fizzled cloud.  Nukala bust out laughing and poked out from the shrub.

"GOT YOU BACK!!" He cackled. "I bet you thought that thing was real! Oh boy, if you could see your face!" He disappeared into the forest.  He felt satisfied to get his revenge, but he also couldn't help but believe he needed to keep his guard up now... did he anger the demon? Was he going to hurt Nukala for real now?

Well, as the next couple of hours passed, Nukala was greeted by another jump scare from the demon, but no physical harm.  He knew EXACTLY what the theme of this mysterious island visit was going to be like.

"It is ON." He said with a smirk.

Mizuki shifted a bit in her unconscious state, suddenly jerking up and gasping. She looked at her surroundings, squinting as the bright sun hit her eyes. "W-where am I?" Mizuki mumbled and got up. "Was I like, transported to some private beach?" She asked herself and walked around. "I'm sure I would've packed.." she thought. She noticed an unconscious figure a couple feet away from her.

She ran over and shook him a bit. "H-hey? Do you know why we're here? What's going on?" She asked with a panicked voice. She was glad that she wasn't the only one here. She grabbed her phone out of her pocket and tried turning it on by hitting the lock button. 

It wouldn't turn on. "B-but.. no... MY PHONE!" Mizuki cried and threw it against the sand. "I knew I should've bought the waterproof phone!"

"Lord 'ave mercy," Father Priest grumbled under his breath, a hand held high to shield him from the sun's intense gaze as he stared off into the endless ocean. How had this situation come about? What an absolute misfortune, but perhaps that was unfair to think. The Lord worked in mysterious ways, perhaps this was one of them. Hearing noises nearby, the priest turned his head to see a young boy poking at a dead mammal. Mysterious ways, indeed.
"Aye, laddie!" he called out as he made his way to him. "Come now, don't play with that, it's filthy and ridden with bugs." He looked around before back at him. "Looks like it be just the two of us, so we'll 'ave to work together to find a way out'a here. Come on, let's get out'a the shade. We should also pray while we're at it."