Olympic Contact

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Who: Minervamon, and you
What: A visitor, with something to say
Where: HospiTown
When: January 15th and 16th, 2013

Around noon, a figure walks into HospiTown. She is short, probably the size of some of the younger kids, and she carries a sword.

Rather, the sword drags on the ground, as she walks with grunts and injuries. When she reaches the Hospital's doors, she drops it, and she half-sits, half-leans against the building. An Agumon approaches her, one who works there, with shock and gasps.

"Don't be surprised," says the Digimon, Minervamon. "I'm not gonna cause any trouble. Could you tell the Chosen I'm here to talk? I owe them that much, and, well. I'd rather not barge into your fine establishment."

She grins weakly, and the Agumon, in a daze, rushes inside. Moments later, an announcement goes throughout the Hospital, via a PA system: You've got a visitor, and it's a God! She's here to talk, Minervamon's here to talk!

She chuckles. Well, that'll get some of them out, but maybe with more of a fuss than she wanted...

Comments

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How can a Digimon whose eyes can't be seen glare? It's possible!

Despite Ruffnut's pushing, as Minervamon can't grab both wrists, the helmet won't budge at all.

"It's how I'm coded," she answers dryly.

[ruffntumblenut]

"Ohhhhh!"

Ruffnut paused, and then resumed pushing on the helmet.

"I don't know what that means." She confessed and Flamon groaned burying her face in her paws.

[hatefully]

Biyomon, next to Forte, his loud beak for once silenced by the new experience of feeling the levels of tension in the atmosphere, nearly jumps when Minveramon focuses on him instead of Forte. But he mets her gaze evenly at first, then quizzically at the... question she was asking him? The warning? He couldn't decide which. (Why would she ever need to warn him of something?)

???

The moment passes without commentary from the former NetNavi.

Forte scowled, disgruntled. "... Hmph."

With that, he turned on his heel to leave. The bird Digimon hesitated, looking at her.

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With Forte's back turned, Minervamon's face relaxes into a full smile. She mouths something to him.

It's "Watch him."

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"It means I may be beat up but if you touch my helmet again I'll be very unhappy."

Minervamon gives up.

[ruffntumblenut]

"That's OK, most people here are unhappy. Especially at you guys."

Ruffnut is not the least bit bothered.

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Well, FINE.

"Stop touching my head."

[ruffntumblenut]

"But it's so weird!"

And now Chuumon is hanging off one of Minervamon's braids while Flamon tries to get him off. The end result is Flamon tugging on Chuumon which in turn pulls on her hair.

"Come onnnn, I'll stop touching your weird head if I can have your shield."

[needsteaplz]

"That's great to hear. And hey, thank you for helping us. I only wish we could've done more to help you out." She gave the digimon a genuine smile.

"Do you mind if I have a seat? There's something I'd like to ask you."

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"..."

She sheathes her sword, grits her teeth, and slaps at both Chuumon and Ruffnut's tugging.

"I'm trying to recover, stop doing that!" She winces.

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Chuumon let's out a pathetic squeak and falls to the ground. Ruffnut yelps when struck and her face snaps to the side.

After a moment she turns back to face the Digimon with crossed eyes, a glowing hand print on her face and a crooked smile.

"Nice hit! Do it again! Get the other cheek!"

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"It was nothing," Minervamon replies easily, gesturing to the seat across from her with a nod. "I'm here to answer questions, and make up for the not-great job I did at protecting you."

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Her face falls and she can't help but wonder if this is her penance.

"I'm not hitting you again, kid."

[ruffntumblenut]

"What? Aw come on! Don't be like that!"

Tugging on her braid again because it seemed to work the first time.

"I can take it! Feels good actually! Like it gets all numb and tingly, I'll do it to you if you want?"

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Minervamon smacks her, but just at her hand. It's still pretty strong.

"I'm, this is supposed to be my recovery time!" She fights a whine from slipping into her voice.

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"Yowch!" She shakes her hand with a delighted grin.

"OK yeah just like that but the face. Come on! I'll give ya a head butt if you want? My helmet on yours? Ringing in your ears making your skull rattle...do you have a skull?"

She's practically hopping with excitement.

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Minervamon turns to Flamon, the Only Sane Mon.

"Please make her leave. Please."

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Flamon looks helplessly embarrassed and wishes she had left a long time ago.

"She's very hard to convince...if you just start walking away I'll try and...I dunno hold her?" Flamon grabbed onto Ruffnut's braids to try and keep her from following.

"Hey! Come on lemme go!"

[needsteaplz]

"Thanks. I'm Saori, by the way." She grabbed the chair and sat down.

"I couldn't help but notice a naming pattern with you guys. Sakuyamon, Titamon, Jupitermon and even yours...They're names I recognize from mythologies and folklore. So I have to ask, just how many digimon have god-related names and are all of you mega level?" She would've asked directly if there was one with the name Inari.

[hatefully]

Biyomon stops.

He blinks before relaxing enough to let his own smile hesitantly leak back through onto his mouth. He nods.

Then the bird Digimon snaps a smart salute, attempting to convey the return sentiment of 'will do,' and took off in the direction of his Chosen, leaving Minveramon standing by herself again.

[alley_kit]

Kit nods, smiling. "Yeah, we met Venusmon," she says. "She's nice. She threw us a big feast and gave us our D-streams."

Emerick doesn't say anything, though, til the short explanation is done. "Well, you don't seem to be doing too good a job of it,", the Salamon says with a little 'hmph'.

"Emmy!", Kit scolds her.

"What? It's true. If it wasn't, Terminal Tokyo would still be there, and we wouldn't have had to move."

"Maybe, but you don't have to be mean about it," Kit says. "She did try to help us, after all."

Emmy sighs. Kit's right. But these Olympus Digimon are so strong... well, it puts her a bit on edge. "I'm sorry...", Emmy says to Minervamon. "I don't think you're a bad Digimon, or anything. But, well... how can we be sure we can trust you? If Jupitermon turned on us and our Chosen, how can we be sure you won't do the same someday?"

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"Walking is difficult right now..."

But Minervamon does try and limp away.

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"I heard that from someone else, you know," she remarks, with a small smile. "I had no idea. Your mythology, your legends... They're unfamiliar to us. I guess these myths are what our code was derived from. I've no idea if they're all Megas, no idea what other ones are. It sure is interesting to learn, though."

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"Jupitermon was never on your side," Minervamon starts solemnly. "In trying to stop him, I...was rash. Please believe me, I wouldn't be fighting him if I didn't think he did something wrong...and if I didn't want to accomplish the same thing you do, fixing the worlds."

A wane smile forms.

"I can ask, and nothing more, but try and prove it to you."

[ruffntumblenut]

Ruffnut in turn made clawing motions in the air trying to get away from Flamon's vicelike grip. Minervamon was free for now.

But Ruffnut would not forget about that sword.