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Olympic Contact

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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A surprised smile graces Minervamon's face. She's never heard any being talk like this Chosen, she sort of likes it. "Well, alright. If you don't mind. I'm here to...answer questions. You weren't here for Terminal Tokyo going zap?"

With Titamon. [Well, it's not the answer Terra thought it would be! Is that progress?] Likely in his moving base, or stored away in some pocket dimension, because he loves to see us squirm.

[She doesn't sound too happy about Titamon, not one bit.]

[She doesn't really think as much...but she doesn't argue; arguing for arguing's sake is more like Marsmon after all.

Minervamon picks up the cards and examines them.] They're special to you? I couldn't take a keepsake from your home.

In terms of physical strength, Minervamon is more powerful than Venusmon...normally. But this strike is when she's tired, injured, and just plain off-guard. Therefore, with a screech, she goes flying behind and lands on the ground winded.

"Ooof!" Stars. Nice stars today. "Y- 'kay..."

Even Digimon need to breathe.

Oh it's fine, I have more than one deck and it'd be nice to spread it around here. That's the one I started out with myself...so yeah, it is pretty special; take good care of 'em, alright?

[He chuckled and pulled out his current deck in case Minervamon decided to take him up on his offer; he shuffled through his cards idly with a nostalgic smile on his face. He'd constructed this particular deck in his time in Esthar...maybe it was why he had commissioned Squall to be the mainstay card in his deck, but that was for him to know.]

Minervamon's nose wrinkles, as if there's something disgusting under it. "Titamon's chaos. We want to keep the Digital World safe-- at least, in theory, before Jupitermon snapped. Titamon wants to stand against us, especially Jupitermon. Rip the world apart just to watch it burn. He stole the ARCloner, after Jupitermon found it, probably because he thinks it'll be fun to watch."

[At the name that ISN'T Jupitermon and thus must somehow be better, Terra glances down at Dorumon, who merely stares back up, owl-eyed. That's not particularly helpful.]

I haven't heard that name yet. Who or what is Titamon?

[They have a name! He knew it was just a matter of finding the source of the problem and then beating it into submission..!]

"I see." Sakuyamon frowns. This bodes ill. "So Titamon is an outside party to the conflict between you and Jupitermon, who initially started the process of bringing the Chosen here, correct?"

The Chosen do not trust her, and Sakuyamon does not blame them but something about the current state of affairs bothers her. If Titamon is chaos and Jupitermon has begun to take things too far, then what does that make Minervamon? Good? Or just another disaster waiting to happen?

[Slowly, Minervamon picks up the deck and looks over the cards. Their appearance doesn't mean anything to her, except that this Chosen had thought it wise enough to present her with a gift. A gift.

Huh.] ...How do you play?

Titamon is the biggest Digimon in existence, who we Olympus XII have only been able to defeat when we're all combined and even then he's reborn to rise up again. Back in November he trashed the old city. Before it disappeared.

[So Minervamon recounts with deadpan frustration.]

He's the biggest pain, and he strives to be one.

"Jupitermon didn't bring them here," Minervamon replies. "That would be...this world, itself, acting on defensive. Jupitermon worried they would get in his way, and he sought to control them. ...I suppose we should be thankful that Titamon stole the ARCloner, then. I don't know what Jupitermon wanted to do, but his plans were spoiled the instant Titamon snuck it away from him."

[There's another slow nod, and a frown. That was going to be problematic. Except didn't digimon need a human partner to reach their full potential? Maybe the Olympus twelve simply didn't ... have partners. At least, not yet. Maybe they had to look for their 'chosen' too.]

It sounds like a lot of trouble. I guess once the ARCloner is found we'll ... have to deal with him and find some way to prevent his resurrections. Or if all of this really is data manifest, find a way to alter his data into something less dangerous. ...Can't help there though.

[Terra wouldn't be able to program a VCR.]

... Thank you for all of the information, also. Nobody else I've spoken to seems to know why we're here or what we have to do.

[And now he does! Or at least some semblance of it. A purpose does a Terra good. He likes goals, yes he does. That it requires so much actual conversation will just have to be tolerated. It pays to be polite to helpful people, it encourages them to be helpful in the future.]

I don't want to keep you too long. I can't imagine you'll get a lot of peaceful days. Is there anything else we should probably know, if we're going to be hunting this guy down and taking things from him?

[Now that was what Laguna wanted to hear. Laguna shuffled through his deck for a basic card and eventually settled on Mesmerize, a fairly basic beginners card. He placed it down on the table face up for Minervamon to see and began his explanation.]

That's the spirit! It's not complicated at all once you get into it; the ultimate goal of Triple Triad is to have as many cards on the field belonging to you by the end of the match. How you start is you shuffle your deck and draw 5 cards from the top, and then you flip a coin to decide who goes first; when that's decided you place a card like this on a 3 by 3 grid and you see those numbers?

[He pointed to the small diamond of numbers towards the top of the card as he drew another card, this time a T-rexaur and placed it next to the Mesmerize.]

You see how the first card's right number is 3 and the second card's left number is 7? That means the second card is stronger than the first, and then you simply put a red or blue token on it to indicate that it's your card now. From there, you keep putting cards down until the board is full, and then you tally up the cards; winner gets to pick a card from the loser's hand unless you're playing by friendly rules, and then you can play again! Did that sound simple enough?

Nodding, Sakuyamon mulls this new information over. Jupitermon appears to be everyone's target, for better or worse. She's not going to thank Titamon, but sometimes wrongs are necessary for the good of all. It doesn't change the fact that Terminal Tokyo was destroyed and these newly appeared Gods don't seem to care who they sweep up in their in-fighting. That was a concern - for her, if nobody else.

The Digital World was her home, for better or worse, and although she'd been mad at the Chosen once for failing to protect it so understood. This was not their world, and they were not beholden to it. If they did not wish to protect it, that was their prerogative but it was unreasonable to expect them to fight against Gods - ones who had destroyed the closest thing that the Chosen had to a home. HospiTown, although functional, was a poor substitute - a shoddy half-way home for ones who had already lost too much.

"And what of you? Where do you fall in this?"

"'Something that is incorrect.'"

Dukemon repeats that last phrase and his eyes narrow in thought, "And that would be?"

Answering questions! That was just what the Earth Pony wanted to hear. She visibly relaxed as she shook her head. "Terminal Tokyo... is the city everypony was fleein'?"

Forte has remained in Hospitown out of the suspicion that sooner or later, events would converge where the other mites gathered and that it would be best to stay here, gather information, and wait impatiently to seize the first chance to leave that he saw. But that hardly curtailed the urge to move. (He had lived most of his life on the move, wandering. He hated staying in one place.) So it was on the outskirts of the town he and the pink pest ran across what he'd gone looking for; the small, blue-haired Digimon who had announced herself the day before.

He approaches, Biyomon trailing in his wake. Forte had not spoken to her yesterday, simply listening and observing as she was bombarded with questions and grievances. Here, she is of the strong and as when it came to anything with power, he was willing to investigate.

"... You are the one called Minveramon, correct?"

He felt no awe towards these so-called 'Gods' of the Digital World. In fact, if he'd had his rightful powers, their meeting would gone in a very different direction than this. A very violent direction.

"What do you mean..." Sora didn't get it. Plane of existence? Where there more layers to this world than they knew of?

Kit giggles a bit, expression mischievous. Oh yes, she definitely knows she's cute. Even Emerick, who's been just standing by and watching a bit warily til now, smiles at that. When a 'Mon's right, she's right.

Emerick's smile fades a bit, though as Kit sits down next to the injured Minervamon. "I'm sure," Kit says. "Never met anybody named Mikemon, but I do have a friend named Mikey. Well, actually his whole name is Michealangelo, but that's really long, so everybody just usually calls him Mikey."

"Anyway," she adds, "I'm not the only one who could be mistaken for something I'm not. If I didn't know better and you didn't smell different, I could mistake you for a human in fancy armor."

It's near the end of the day when Dante finally wanders into town on Firamon's back, but he immediately recognizes the small digimon from the battle two weeks ago while she's lingering near the edge of town. His gut clenches at the memory, being forced to flee and losing his home for the second time in his life, but he remembers which side she was on.

"Hey, Minervamon, right?"

Minerva...what was it about him that made him run into Greek or Roman entities so much?

If she insisted, then.

"Then what role are we supposed to play here? Can't the Gods sort this out themselves?"

"Aw nuts." Chuumon pouted but Ruffnut moved on without even a thought.

"Can I try on your helmet?" She asked reaching out to touch it shamelessly. As a viking she was very pleased with Minervamon's choice of dress. "Where did you get this stuff? I could use a shield."

Alter his data... [Seems like an idea Minervamon can get behind. She smiles lightly, thinking, thinking...

She whips a braid behind her head and half-grins.] That's sorta all I know. I'll leave a message on your network, sum up everything in case I remember something else. Alright, tall dark and smiley?

[She studies as he lays cards and explains, nodding along.] Mmhm, mmhm...

[The cards look cool so far, like Digimon...]

What're the other numbers mean?

"Me?" A hand's placed against her knee, and Minervamon lets out a tiny humorless laugh. "I wanna get the worlds separated again, stop Jupitermon, keep this world safe. Sounds simple, but it's not."

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