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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"Well, he wants them to naturally do his bidding. He wants them to act as the Chosen for his ideal. And if that's not what they're Chosen for, it means he's wrong. He can't take that."

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"Well, yes, it- hold up, everypony?"

Sorry, Applejack. Minervamon is distracted sometimes.

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Forte's intentions, of course, are a mystery to Minervamon. She simply flashes a calm smile before her response.

"That's me. Lemme guess, you have a question too?"

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Aha. Here we go. Now it's time to whip out the beanstalk metaphor. She aligns both her hands, one above the other with space above it.

"Okay! So this is one plane," the lower left hand moves up and down, subtly, "and this is the other." The right hand also moves. "Between them is an invisible beanstalk, so the Digimon who live up here -- that's me, and the other Olympus XII -- can climb on down easily to the lower plane. You can't reach it by flying, or by jumping, it's gotta be by special pathways, codes-- like the beanstalk!"

Then, her hands split, the lower one going sharply left, the right one to the right.

"So when all the worlds started colliding, it threw everything outta whack! That beanstalk doesn't line up anymore, so getting from one plane to the other is wicked tough. Does that make any more sense?"

[brokenground]

[If all gods were like this, maybe there'd be a lot more pleasant worlds to visit.]

Even if it's all you know, it's a lot more than anyone I've spoken to knows. Thank you very much for sharing it with all of us.

[And he really does seem appreciative! It's nice to have a direction to stab in. And possibly tell others about. Others might be grumpy about Minervamon's presence, but Terra's not one of them. He gives a neat, precise bow to the smaller being; he still didn't know how to properly address her but politeness never hurts.]

I'll leave you to your evening then. Please enjoy it.

[olympicdata]

Seeing someone approach on a Digimon surprises her, so she stops her walk and purses her lips.

"Yeah, that's me. You just arriving?"

[olympicdata]

Minervamon lets her leaning slip, and she sits as well. "Mikemon, it's a cat Digimon, oh-- I'll find one, never mind. If you see me in action, you definitely wouldn't think I'm a human. This is just how my data's coded."

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Quite lightly, she winces. "I wish that were the case. We didn't bring you here, let me be clear on that. The world did itself. ...Obviously, we can't do this ourselves, and it knows that."

No more pride for this Digimon.

[olympicdata]

Minervamon lets Ruffnut touch it, but doesn't look entirely impressed. "Uhhh... I was coded with it. It's sort of a Minervamon-exclusive, the helmet and the shield both."

[heartdive]

"You know I understand that some worlds have different layers," Sora grinned. The metaphor, while helpful, wasn't necessary. So the problem wasn't a matter that they were there. It was only a matter of time before these god-like digimon managed to navigate their way to where they were.

"Do you know what's really going on? What we're supposed to be doing?"

[ladybuck]

Oh, right. Applejack rubbed the back of her head. "Sorry, sorry. Ah mean... everybody?" There were so many things to get used to. Thank goodness for Monodramon!

[hellspawnedhero]

He also had a digimon on his head, Salamon sitting there like the top of a weird totem pole.

"Yeah, Kid and I decided to take the scenic route."

Salamon sniffed and swatted the side of Dante's head with one paw.

"More like you two decided to goof off on the beach instead of getting a move on."

Not to be ignored, Firamon decided to add his two cents.

"We needed to unwind, we'd been there long enough that that town was our home."

[ruffntumblenut]

This did not deter Ruffnut, partially because she didn't know what it meant to be coded with something. She continued to poke at the helmet.

"So what you can't let go of the shield like...ever? Or take off that armor?" She wondered confused. That made Chuumon snicker and Falamon facepalm in embarrassment.

Making bee's typing in different font for clarity.

[proveyourmetal]

[Bumblebee frowned, typing out a question for Vanguard to read.] Why would he want the worlds to merge? What would he even gain from that?

[darkened]

[When the Replica first sees Minervamon, his eyes narrow. After all, she was one of the two Digimon who wrecked the city. Doesn't that mean she's accountable for their current situation? His Gabumon, likewise, growls at the sight of her, though he wears an eerily smug grin and cracks his knuckles. Thankfully, Kotemon pulls him back before he makes any dumb moves.

She's also the first to actually approach Minervamon, waving one of her sleeves. It takes the Replica a bit longer to follow as he sifts through his thoughts. After all, she caused damage, but on the other hand, she also fought Jupitermon in the first place, so does that make her an ally?

Well, there's only one way to find out. After a few short moments, he follows his partner, though his expression remains blank-- it's tough to tell how he's feeling right now.]

You're not here to wreck this place, right?

[marinebiting]

And here he thought he was being nice.

"You better be gone by then."

[shamanicdata]

"The simplest goals are often the hardest to achieve." Keep the Digital World safe sounds like such a simple task, but it's proving quite difficult in practice. Sakuyamon sighs. "It is good to know that you are not my enemy, though. Perhaps we can even work together in the future."

It is too early to know whether she trusts Minervamon completely, but knowing who is likeliest to help you is never a bad thing.

[hatefully]

Habitually, the fingers of his right hand curl together under the cloak.

"How information is revealed here leaves much to be desired." Understatement. He doesn't make an effort to boardcast his contempt for the situation but it wasn't hidden either. First off, going off the bits of what he'd listened to yesterday: "The other you fought with... Jupitermon. Why did he merge the Digital and real worlds? Where can he be found?"

Biyomon edges closer to Forte, and very much unlike his partner, looks at Minveramon with a healthy amount of respect and more than a little fear. The pink bird did not want to tangle with a Mega Digimon who'd made an entire city go poof.

[olympicdata]

In response, Minervamon nods slowly, and she crosses her arms. "I regret that I wasn't able to protect it for you. You have my word that I'll try to make up for that."

[hellspawnedhero]

He shook his head, standing up as Kid reverted to Coronamon.

"We're the Chosen, ain't we? Protectin' things around here is supposed to be our job, and I'm sorry we couldn't do a damn thing to help."

[olympicdata]

No change in expression is visible on Minervamon's face. She remains composed, looking Forte and his partner up and down.

"Simple enough. He wants to merge them because he thinks they can be better protected, whatever the loss or cost, if they're all in one place. That, of course, is a lie. The merging's already having horrible effects. He won't see reason. As for where he can be found, it's the higher plane of the Digital World, in his own corner, fortified, separated from the rest."

Now her smile goes thin.

"If you've heard anything about the higher plane, then you know it's taken me months to fight my way down, with my power, tuned to a frequency that only certain Digimon can access. ...You're not thinking of running off to try and find a way there, are you? Because I guarantee, it won't be possible, at the moment."

[olympicdata]

An amused smile crosses Minervamon's face. "Why do you say... No, no, your question first! Yes, that's it. It was the...hub-city, a pretty important one too. Looks like with it in...maybe I should call it limbo, a lot more places are popping up around here."

[olympicdata]

It's nice enough, at least he's not attacking her and yelling for her to leave.

She smiles. "Oh, I very well will be."

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And to that Minervamon slightly wilts, just a bit. "My poor perfect metaphor..." She's a child at heart.

"Never to this one before, but Digital Worlds all across existence have brought in Chosen when they need saving. Heroes. I guess... The world doesn't want to be merged. I didn't bring you here, Jupitermon didn't, no force or god-- it did. It's asking for help." And she frowns very slightly. "I wish I knew the what just as much as you did. If I had to guess, stop the ARCloner from getting the worlds together, set them apart. Fix what Jupitermon's set wrong."

[olympicdata]

The other hand drifts behind Minervamon's head and she grins lightly. "Better to have friends and allies than enemies. You've proven pretty capable. I'd be absolutely honored, if it comes to that."