Kevin
*Hitoshi wanders the nighttime streets of Salvania, trying to find that library again, with the books she wanted to study so badly.

As of right now, she's in the "Avoid talking to people" Mood, so she's making good use of her powerful stealth, Unbright clothing and the night to quietly slink through the streets without any sleazy assholes seeing her and trying (emphasis on **Trying**) to flirt with her, without any muggers noticing her too easily and pulling a knife on this all too feeble looking Oriate or any drunkards who might attempt to... Get close, shall we say.*

*As she wanders through the Salvanian streets, she ponders over the events of the Cult Crackdown. The shadow warriors proved to be worthy enemies, weaker on a macro level than the horrors of the Aventurr Cult, but far, far more threatening on a combat level. Indeed, Hitoshi was right to get paranoid and seek the call of adventure once more in order to quell the cult, or else they would've become something far, far more powerful. Unlike the Cult of Aventurr, which seemed to be comprised of deranged lunatics with fire, the shadow cult was intelligent, skilled in the art of night ambushes and bloodletting. Had they spread as far, there's no doubt that they would've become much more of a threat than even the Salamanders could ever have hoped to achieve.*

*Hitoshi's body aches all over, too. New scars dot her body, an ugly cross over her chest and a clear mark in her shins where she had been lifted by the hook sword, still very obvious but will soon mix in her with the array of scars she already received from her previous adventures, her life of crime and evil, and even a couple from her childhood, from the typical things kids do when they think they're cleverer than they really are. Hitoshi pauses for a moment, rubbing at her neck and groaning, as the faded wounds begin to throb again...*
Karin
*Within the dimly lit streets of New Salvainia a large figure was wandering through that unlike Hitoshi who was hard to notice within the dark streets due to being fairly skilled in being stealthy and quiet was very very easy to spot as he took each loud step. The figure was tall 3 meters to be exact with dark skin that from the light of the moon seemed to show a crimson hue to it, the figure there was more masculine in appearance with large broad shoulders, six muscular arms who was also half naked showing a heavily scarred and large chest! Only covering his lower body since it was the decent thing to do. He had firey red hair that contained within it a small little furrow pet that was his companion

For many of the people who frequented the taverns of New Salvainia as well as just accepting the help of random strangers they'd know the man to be Ardon Surfist! The (mostly) friendly titan who loves to help whoever he can. Recently though people would learn that Ardon has been going through alot of struggles and strange changes which have made him one may say... Easily irritated aswell as angry. All of which started because of his sudden mutation that then caused a sadness with him and his very close friend Momo.

Nowadays he spends his time sulking and walking about sadly as the want to conform with society continued to go through hismind. He had spent a lot of brain power just thinking about himself and the changes he's been going through physically, emotionally and mentally which for him was really amazing. Ardon really wasn't much of the type to think let alone be this philosophical about society and why they dislike and treat people who are different badly. Whenever he walked through here he always just thought that he was only alittle bit different because of his extra pair of arms and he's also just alittle taller than most but each week something new just pops up! New Hands, new skin, what's next a third eye and three extra feet?!?*

*A deep guttural growl would release from the man as the thought crossed his mind, his eyebrows furrowed with frustration but his eyes had fear. He was really annoyed with himself and his body, why did he have to be so different?!? It was easy for other people who did look normal to just tell him to not think about what other people thought but it really wasn't. Having other people stare at you was bad enough but now he was just a monster, a red skinned, six armed freak who couldn't control his temper! M-Maybe that oni man with the weird armor was right? Maybe he should just embrace his strength, let loose and fight for power! Just fight and beat the shit out of everyone that stared at him funny!!! Now with that thought one of his hands just clenched and a sudden urge to punch someone in the face enveloped him. Every single step he took as he thought more and more just became heavier and heavier since he was a 500+ kilogram titan*
Kevin
*Hitoshi immediately notices the booming, fuming Titan sulking around, clenching his fist and throwing his feet into the floor, practically creating shockwaves throughout the place.*

*The changes are obvious. The extra limbs, the horrific skin, and simply being a Titan immediately make this strange figure immediately recognisable, sticking out less like a sore thumb and more like a... A penguin in a desert, or an Irunian in Salvanian territory. Back in the day, Hitoshi would've felt terror looking at this beast of a man, what with all of his hideous deformations. But... Well...

It's not as if she's any better. Hell, in a bizarre sense Hitoshi's just as much of a hideous magic mutant as this strange Titan is... Although in more subtle ways. Her night sight is well beyond that of most people, stretching out to a whopping 150 meters, and her... Asset was taken from her many months ago, replaced with another, alongside two new blobs of fatty tissue and a high pitched voice.*

*So rather than flee or quietly slink off, Hitoshi feels... A sense of solidarity with this guy. A feeling that yeah, they might be two completely different people in theory, a lithe Kitsune and a heavy Titan, but hey! They share one thing in common already! Being hideously deformed!*

*Hitoshi would slink out of her hiding spots and saunter over to the Titan, with absolutely no look of judgment. Just pure indifference. Of course, it's partly made up. A small niggle in the back of her mind is telling her that this is an awful idea... An enraged Titan is a truly terrifying foe, especially one with several mutations, and especially when that same Titan is seemingly in an awful mood.*
William
"You alright, big guy?"
Kevin
*Assuming Ardon looks down at the voice with the Runran accent, he would see a tiny woman at about 5 feet tall, wearing some fairly bizarre clothing for Salvanian territory, although the hefty, worn boots are par for the course. The hood and cowl obscure the Kitsune's face even more, with only her eyes and ears really being visible. Her tail peeks forth from her pants, wagging lightly to and fro, as she leans slightly to the left, standing to Ardon's side.*

*The peculiar weaponry might catch his eye too. The composite bow is probably nothing new, but the ninja-to strapped to her side and (if Ardon looks that closely) the kunai strapped to her chain mail shirt are perhaps the most bizarre weapons anyone could see in these parts.*

*Two very odd, foreign figures have met. Let's see how they get along.*
Karin
*Ardon's eyebrow raised alittle as he surprisingly heard the high pitched voice of this person he doesn't really recognize at all. Though by the looks of the person's clothing it would seem to be incredibly hard to even recognize who this was even if it wasn't night just because of the amount of clothing they wore. Ardon didn't even understand what the point of wearing so much clothing was, to him he'd just feel incredibly uncomfortable about it due to him being half naked for most of the time and it wasn't because he just wanted to show off his body! No No No! If he was actually able to find clothing that would fit a 3 meter tall titan that also had four extra holes to put extra arms in he'd buy it but those weren't exactly sold in your regular marketplace. He was amazed that a person was actually even willing to just go up to him and talk to him, aside from that red oni and the lanky person who gave him bad advice there really wasn't much who wanted to interact with the man but he found the question a rather dummie one. For him it seemed fairly obvious what the answer was.* "No I'm not fine Mister or Miss Random Person I've never met before......What about you?" *He waited a few moments to ask them the same question to. He really wanted to just end it at the simple answer but he was too used to asking people how they were and if they were okay that he couldn't possibly not return the question!*

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*Although the titan asked if they were okay he still gave a sad and annoyed expression on his face as he continued on walking assuming that the person would be following him as he did. This really made him wonder what the person wanted with him? Why were they asking if he was doing alright?!? Were they just a really nice person? Or maybe they... Weren't a nice person? Although there was a large amount of peculiar weaponry on them really none would catch his eye or make him curious of them, he was too busy being annoyed and feeling bad for himself to care but still caring enough to ask how they were.*

*He glanced once more at the small person really just wondering what they were doing so late at night in the streets* "Hey Mister and or Miss Random Person I've never met before, why are you here at night wandering about the streets?" *That was really the question he wanted answered. Not why they were wearing such strange clothes or ask about their fancy looking weapons and not even the tail! But another creature did take an interest in the wagging tail, Furry The Furrow! Who revealed himself from within Ardon's fiery red hair just chirping as he looked intently at the new figure wondering if it was a friend?!?*
Kevin
*Hitoshi follows the "Big guy" With her hands held in a sort of folded position, her eyes now following the creature that just popped out of his hair. She adjusts the cowl over her face, still not really in the mood to open up that much yet. They'd only just met after all...*
William
"Uhh, yeah, I'm good... It's Miss."
Kevin
*Once upon a time, it was Mister. Hitoshi's gotten so used to it being Miss though, that anything else would be bizarre to her. The adaptability of the mind is a truly amazing thing, isn't it?*

*As for the nighttime question, Hitoshi just shrugs nonchalantly, the lax behaviour now becoming a lot more.. Authentic.*
William
"I focus better on my studies at night, I guess... Uhh, hey, enough about me, what's gotten you down?"
Kevin
*Hitoshi would lean her elbows on her hands as she folds her arms and looks way up to the massive Titan beside her...

Even more reason for solidarity. Hitoshi knows the feeling of being a strange creature in an unfriendly land all too well, being a foreigner to Salvania. The accent and clothing make this incredibly obvious to most people, although to be fair Ardon isn't... The brightest, by the sounds of things, so it makes sense that it wouldn't be easy to notice for him.*

*But besides that, in spite of all the mutations, Hitoshi didn't really feel threatened by the big guy anymore. Nah, she's seen her fair share of horrific shit, a guy with weird skin and extra arms won't terrify this fox anytime soon. From the undead to the Pata wielding bastard who made her chest into a spot to mark a treasure chest to a deranged lunatic like that Valeria, Hitoshi has been through quite a bit. And even besides that, Hitoshi comes from the one kingdom made mostly of immigrants, Irunia. No matter your race, many of your kind have probably chose Irunia as your homeland. Why? Gods only know, for it's a shit hole, dominated by the rich Blue Oni, but beauty is in the eye of the beholder, Hitoshi supposes. And to some very desperate or hopeful beholders, what better place to stay than Irunia, the ostensibly accepting centre of war magic?*

*Anyway. Hitoshi looks to Ardon, waiting for a response.*