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...

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"...Appropriate. We are God-type Digimon."

A ghost of a smile.

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This little Chosen stands about Minervamon's height, but with her leaning against the wall, she still falls short. Therefore, her head slightly inclines up to look her in the eyes, this young child.

"...You're bringing me something to eat?" It's a dumb question, but she can't help but ask it.

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HospiTown is quite small, so Minervamon's walked around it at least once by morning. She's just fresh from the hospital, healing up, and it's like she can stretch herself out again without feeling cracked and broken. Blue braids just about smack her in the face as she turns to the direction of the voice, and she spies the stout Tamer and his partners.

The braids sweep back and Minervamon tilts her head slightly. "You're talking to me, right? I'd be honored to."

She approaches.

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[That surely doesn't sound like any God she's met.]

...Sort of. There are different Digital planes, and we spend more time on one above this one. [She won't use the beanstalk metaphor again...] We were born in this world, however. We were...early. Like many of the powerful Digimon. We don't rule this world, but with the powers we have...

Well, we used to want to keep order. As long as everything was aligned properly, the world didn't need us.

Jan 16

[ladybuck]

Applejack, herself, had been getting used to HospiTown, as well as practicing walking around with her new Digimon partner. She'd been trying new foods, keeping watch for her friends, and just generally trying to get a feel for this world.

When she first came across Minervamon, Applejack thought she was just another human. It was Monodramon that first alerted her when he became defensive. So the former-pony moved over to her a bit cautiously.

"Hey. Yer th'one who came in yesterday lookin' t'talk, right?"

[alley_kit]

"Yeah?", Kit says, her tone making it clear that she thinks this is rather obvious. She shrugs slightly. "I know Digimon need food to digivolve, so I figured maybe it'd help you heal too. And even if it doesn't, well... things always tend to look a little better on a full stomach, ya know?"

[heroofbrightwall]

"Oh my goodness, where in there world are my manners?" he laughed, shaking his head and pulling away long enough to offer a broad, courtly bow.

"Prince Ro--er...King Rowan, at your service. Rowan is quite fine, however. No use in standing on formality when you haven't got a kingdom to go with the crown," he chuckled, rising and holding his arm out once more. "Hm, too much rattling around and running, I've forgotten myself. I do apologize."

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"You've already done that!" A half shout before the other God Digimon rubs the bridge of her nose, after letting go.

She smiles at Minervamon. Venusmon was a proud digimom, especially about who she was. Kind, forgiving, gentle, able to talk to young digimon easily, and so on.

But there was was one thing she was proud of in particular at this moment in time.

Being able to preform a standing belly-to-back suplex.

"ORAAAA" Was the scream she let out as she grabs Minervamon and suplex's her. "You are a moron!"

[brokenground]

[It wouldn't be the first world where the precursors were the most powerful. He seems to accept it easily enough; that's not quite what he'd call a god, but definitely a being worth having a healthy respect for.

If not personally, then for their capabilities. There's a slight nod. Okay. His Dorumon still hasn't spoken, instead listening intently to everything said. Someone has to remember it all for later!]

It seems things aren't really well-aligned anymore. Do you know exactly what it is we're being brought here to do? 'Save the world' is painfully vague.

[promisedreunion]

Some of the tension leaves Dukemon and he's able to stand without seeming so rigid, though it may be difficult to spot since he's more or less a walking suit of armor.

But now onto something that had been bothering him.

"Those things that he said; why accuse the Chosen?"

January 16th

[bewarethefaeries]

[Laguna had been out doing some shopping for his apartment when the sight of a very familiar shape caught his eye; sure he had been fleeing for his life, but his journalistic side had prompted him to get at least a few good looks at the one responsible for holding off the one who wiped the town out while they all got away. It was always his belief that it was important to give credit where credit was due, so he raised a hand in greeting with a smile on his face.]

Heya there! Thanks for the help back there, Alexander only knows what kinda trouble we woulda been in without you.

[shamanicdata]

Standing on the edges of town, Sakuyamon watches it. She's not there for any pressing reason, the town is just a stop on her way back to her home, and she wants to make sure the Chosen are doing okay. Satisfied that HospiTown seems to be fine, Sakuyamon is about to leave when the announcement catches her attention. Minervamon? Here?

Well. The Forest could be without her for a day longer. She trusted that Captain Hookmon was taking care of things in her absence, as he always did, and that if anything was truly wrong, someone would have told her by now. Slowly, Sakuyamon made her way over to Minervamon.

"Hello. I understand you're here to talk to the Chosen, and I won't take up more of your time than necessary. I just wanted to ask you about . . ." Sakuyamon paused, trying to find an appropriate phrase to encompass the current state of things. "Recent events, I suppose."

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[Bumblebee shakes his head.]

My partner got here just a little over a week ago, but we're caught up on all the important stuff.

We just wanna know what to do about all this? After all, word on the street is that Tokyo went up in flames because somebody felt like we weren't 'doing our jobs.'

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Another partner on its guard. Well, considering what kind of Digimon have been attacking lately, Minervamon's not that surprised. She's admiring the HospiTown foliage. The God's plane of existence doesn't exactly have the same kind.

"That's right. My name's Minervamon. I'm not here to cause any trouble, honest."

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I'll say first that I didn't bring you in. ...Neither did Jupitermon, he started trying to take precautions in case you sided against him...

[She scowls but- no, she has to keep this all controlled.]

The world has it's own...safeguards, when it's in trouble. Since the first Chosen appeared when they started to merge, I think it wants to be set back the way it was. For that, we need the ARCloner, and a prayer that it can reverse all this.

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[There's ice cream in the general store. Looking like a real child, Minervamon's licking the top of a waffle cone.]

Hm? Oh! Hi! [Says the goddess with her tongue still in the ice cream. She slurps some in.] You don't have to be so grateful, I just wish I could've done more.

[ladybuck]

"Didn't say you were," Applejack replied as she canted her head. "Ah'm new here, so Ah don't know what's goin' on. But if ya still wanna chat, Ah wouldn't mind listening." AJ had heard a lot of stories from the others who had been transported to this world, but she hadn't talked to any of the Digimon locals. She didn't know why Minervamon was here to talk, but if she announced it, it must have been important, right?

[brokenground]

If he keeps being involved in the vaporizing of cities, then people are going to side against him. And anyone else involved, probably.

[Not mentioning any names.

Not at all.

But this is something he hadn't heard before, and it is a direction at least. Terra liked having a direction to head in. It was much better than having no idea, and nobody else knowing either. There's a slow nod; he has no idea really what the ARCloner is beyond vague details, but it's theoretically a thing that can be found and moved and used.]

Do you know where it is? ... No, probably not. [If she did, they wouldn't need to find it, she'd likely have gone for it already..] Or where it was last, rather? Somewhere to begin hunting.

[Unless she does know where it is. 'In the hands of Jupitermon' is not an answer he's hoping for.]

[bewarethefaeries]

Hey now, credit where credit's due; you saved a lot of lives back there, so I wanted to thank you personally.

[Laguna reached into his rucksack and pulled out a small deck of cards as he sat down, placing them in front of the tiny champion.]

Here, take these as a token of my gratitude. These cards are for a game called Triple Triad where I'm from and this deck has seen me through a lot of tough times, I'd like you to have them. I'll even teach you how to play if you have some time on your hands.

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What a dear person. She tuts her lips and looks amused "A king. Digital World sure knows how to pick 'em. ...This isn't just the Digital World now, what should I call you...?"

She's talking to the world around them.

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She smiles.

"You're a cute kid, you know that? ...Look a bit like a Mikemon too, you sure you're a Chosen and not a partner?"

She's teasing. She takes the food and goes for the dessert first.

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It's late in the day now, and Minervamon's sitting against the Hospital instead of leaning. A weary smile at Sakuyamon.

"Hey. If it ain't you. Good job, you. Helped the Chosen when we couldn't, tried to fight Titamon. A credit to Sakuyamon everywhere, and I've known a lot of Sakuyamon."

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"Because what they're here for and what Jupitermon wants are two different things," Minervamon explains. "He's not the leader he used to be, and he's judging them for something that... Something that's incorrect."

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Don't listen to that rubbish. [Minervamon scowls.] That's Jupitermon's opinion, and it's...wrong. He wants the worlds to all merge, which is dangerous. The city vanished because...well, because my attempts to keep it from doing so failed.

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"I only did what was necessary. The Chosen are the ones who should receive the credit on that front." The statement is utterly dismissive, because in her mind, she didn't actually fight Titamon. She sacrificed herself for the sake of the Chosen. Still, Minervamon's statement does provide an excellent lead-in to her most pressing question. "If I may ask: what is Titamon to you? When I accessed his computers, I was under the impression that he was behind ARCLoner but your arrival seems to signify otherwise."