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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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She sighs. "Venusmon claims to be just on the Chosen's side, utterly neutral. I'm on your side too, but she refuses to help. And... Well, the last member of the Olympus XII has been missing for..."

Minervamon looks to the sky.

"Well, as long as I can remember."

She nods. "Exactly! ...If we can find him well enough. It's...well, more than a little frustrating, how much he jumps around."

[Minervamon shakes her head.] Terminal City was one thing, but HospiTown... He can't do that without incurring all of the Digital World against him. A small place like this. It's too well-liked.

Besides, he's seen what happens when we clash. ... I have too, but if he tries again, I'll stop him.

"Much like Gatomon," she answers. "I hoped all you Chosen would leave fast... Not hurt, were you, little one?"

Minervamon heaves a heavy sigh and wordlessly unsheathes her sword. She keeps it pointed away from Ruffnut, as she leans, and she keeps her hold on it.

So what's he gonna do? Hope we step out of here and then start smashing things all over again? You'd think that after that last incident, he'd get a clue.

[And even with Minervamon's reassuring words, he can't suppress the groan that follows.]

Honestly, I just wish we could do something about him. Got nothing against you Digimon, but we'd stand a way better chance if we actually had our powers.

"So you say. Neither of your words will not substitute for action," he remarked indifferently. He found the idea of Venusmon being just on their side, virtual intruders to their world, instead of siding with those equal to her in power, somewhat doubtful.

"Oi, Forte!" Biyomon chirped angrily at him in reproach, not happy he was doubting Minveramon's sincerity. Forte's red eyes slide down to him in a silent glare. Shut up, you stupid pest.

"Their name?"

"Oooooo~" Ruffnut and Chuumon cooed in unison as even Flamon couldn't deny she was staring entranced by the blade.

"That...is a big sword." Ruffnut observed simply.

"Look look look! That scratch there! That looks fresh. That's so COOL!"

Flamon nodded gently admiring the whole package "Thank you again for protecting the chosen.

"I see..."

Dukemon's eyes narrow in thought. So Jupitermon couldn't accept the fact that the Chosen might not be here for his sake and lashed out at them like a child; that was what he was getting out of the information given to him.

Minervamon addresses Flamon, rolling her eyes at Ruffnut and Chuumon. "You're welcome. Keep yours out of danger, yeah?"

Her mouth forms into a line. "You would do well," Minervamon says slowly, "to watch who you insult, and make it someone other than Venusmon."

She straightens. "You'd have to ask members older than I. I don't know who the last member is. They often worked separate from the rest of us."

"I'll do my best." She muttered rubbing the back of her head sheepishly.

Meanwhile Ruffnut was reaching for Minervamon's helmet pushing it with her fingertips trying to slide it up off the Digimon's face so she could see her eyes.

Minervamon takes a bite of a cream-puff, at the insistence. A little bit smudges her cheek.

"For something this delicious, I'll have to pay you back," she comments, licking her lips.

From what I hear, some of you've got impressive ones...at least, in stories. I have no idea why you're without them here, you know. I'd like it a lot better if I could fight alongside you.

As for Jupitermon, I can't predict what he'll do anymore. He's not the Digimon I once knew.

"Naturally, he's wrong. This world's got its own reasons for bringing all of you here, and it's not for him."

Unmoved, Forte looked at her. Pardon him for not trusting any of you at all and for having trouble understanding why the strong would side with the likes of them without an ulterior motive. "Is that so? I'll keep that in mind."

Biyomon's feathers were standing on end, not enjoying the tension even though Forte's glaring had silenced him for a bit.

"... Hn. I see."

Minervamon melts back to that uncomfortable calm; there's something beneath the surface, a clear unpleasant feeling, but to all appearances, she's...civil. She tuts with her tongue and rolls a shoulder.

"Yes, that's that. Anything else I can do for you?"

Minervamon reaches up the hand not holding her sword -- one hand, for that huge thing? -- and gently reaches to stop Ruffnut, by grabbing her wrist.

She shakes her head. "No."

That earned her a viking pout.

"Aw come onnn. Just for a minute. It'll be fun!" She urged straining her wrist uselessly trying to keep pushing for the helmet.

"Is it all gross in there? Are you hiding something? I bet your hiding something. GIVE ME YOUR SECRETS!!!" She insisted bringing her other hand up to try.

Fight me, is something Forte would like to say or one of them, but he had no powers and no GetAbility Program. Stupidity would get him nowhere and it wasn't the point right now anyway. He'd gotten the main questions he'd wanted of the little blue-haired Digimon answered, and even some unexpected information on the side: there was no need to press the matter. "..."

He gestures with one hand.

"... Yes. Is there anybody in this world who is acknowledged as the strongest?"

Awfully simple question, for all the vague way he phrased it.

"No, I wasn't hurt," Kit says. "I almost got squished by a chunk of building, but Emmy digivolved for the first time and saved me!"

"Like I said then, I had to," Emerick chimes in. She isn't able to keep a note of pride out of her voice as she says so, though. She quickly becomes serious again afterward, however. "But she wouldn't have needed saving at all if that gold goon hadn't shown up and started zapping everything in sight. How do you know him anyway?"

Because it had been pretty clear that Minervamon and Jupitermon knew each other, or at least, had known each other at one time.

Bartholomew swallowed. He didn't even look to his partners before asking. "Well, how about telling us more about Jupitermon and yourself. What was all of that about anyway?"

Perry lowered his donut and looked to Minervamon. He shrugged, a story for food didn't seem like a bad trade. There was something old fashioned about it.

Instead of focusing on Forte, Minervamon looks at his partner. Her eyes can't be seen from beneath her helmet, but it seems she's saying-- she's asking something.

Maybe warning.

Addressing the Chosen, she replies, "Not a single Digimon. Jupitermon would say himself, others would say other beings. There's no 'strongest' here."

Used to the Olympus XII question, she doesn't think much of it. "We're both members of the Olympus XII, with Venusmon, but Jupitermon's ideals... Well, they're warped nowadays. Have been for awhile. He wants to merge all the worlds into one, I think that's a dangerous and reckless idea. To put it simply, we...disagree. When he went to destroy your city, I couldn't sit idly by."

The facts, short and straight.

That's a relief, that she hadn't gotten hurt. Minervamon brushes a strand of hair from her face and edges against the building.

"Have you heard of the Olympus XII? You might know Venusmon, another of our members? Well, before, we watched over the Digital World, keeping order. Myself, Jupitermon, Venusmon, others. But... there was a disagreement... A very big one. Jupitermon's lost his way, and I'm trying to stop him."

It's a simple explanation for the question.

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