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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January 16th

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Today, Minervamon can wander a little. The HospiTown Digimon have helped heal her, and she's about, though there's not really much to do in HospiTown. Maybe she's by the general store. Maybe by the Hospital building again. Maybe at the town's outskirts. But she's still in town.

[leaderkun]

Yu, on Raidramon like usual, was doing a lazy circuit of the town. Just a casual check for any issues. He has to admit: he's surprised Minervamon is still here. Sakuyamon tended to show up, drop info bombs, then bugger off again pretty quick. Yu suspects she's giving herself time to recover.

"Enjoying the town, Ma'am?"

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The day's done a lot for her. A stay at the HospiTown hospital, after all, can be incredibly rejuvenating. Minervamon tosses back her blue braids and takes a bite of a sandwich. Yu's caught her at the cafe.

"The food is delicious!" She swallows a bite sheepishly. "Yes, yes I am."

[leaderkun]

He laughs, brightly, and smiles.

"Do you mind company?"

[heroofbrightwall]

Marching along idly with his two digimon in tow, Rowan hadn't been expecting to see anyone of particular note on his walk - not that all people weren't notable in some way, but most were just as casual as himself, not wandering Gods.

He debated continuing along but ultimately shrugged it off and altered his path, coming alongside the woman with one of his ever so cheery smiles.

"Good morning milady. Seeing that you're up and about, I assume you're feeling a bit better? I do hope so. Your fight was terribly dreadful, after all. not that I need to tell you that. Did you at least give him what's for?" he asked, gesturing two light punches.

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Currently, Minervamon's walking, looking around at the sights. It's a small town, but it's very nice. She's missed visiting the sites of this world.

Friendly faces are surprising, but incredibly welcome, so Minervamon tries to return the smile. He's taller than she is, as most of the Chosen seem to be. "I tried my best. He's very strong, though, I shouldn't have gone alone. I'm at least glad I distracted him, long enough for some of you to evacuate."

[heroofbrightwall]

"It was very courageous of you," he remarks with an earnest smile and nod. "If it weren't for you we might not have been so lucky. I'm sorry more people aren't showing you gratitude. I don't like to make excuses for others - its a very slippery slope - but a lot of people are just shaken up and distressed over what they fear is just more criticism of their genuine efforts."

He sighs and shrugs then, holding an arm out with a raised brow, offering her the courtly gesture as a matter of honor, though he won't take offense if she declines to take it.

"No one, myself included, is entirely sure what we're supposed to do to save our worlds. We're scattered and everyone has different opinions and the only thing really uniting us was that there wasn't anywhere else to go. I dislike speaking ill of others, but I would wager there are those among us who care very little what happens to the worlds. Personally I'd just like to get this all sorted and head back home. I have people I miss...and if this all ends up being for naught then I wish to see them one more time before its all lost to us."

[heartdive]

Of course Sora was surprised about this as well. However, that didn't stop Sora from hunting the would-be digimon god. Now he wasn't tracking her down to fight. That didn't mean he wasn't angry about that had happened. Oh no, no. Having those two fight in the sky...

It should be no surprise that when Minervamon does see Sora, it would not be with a happy face, nope. Instead he crossed his arms, frown still in place. His partners are not prepared for a fight, but they are not too pleased themselves.

"I think you should start explaining."

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There's no mistaking the guilty look on her face. Minervamon sighs. "Where would you like me to begin?"

[marinebiting]

When he had first heard Minervamon had shown up, Shark wanted to go and give her a piece of his mind, but he refrained after hearing the pleas of his partners. It has him caught in a moral dilemma. He's angry for everything she's done, but at the same time, he knows that she didn't do it out of wickedness and out of good intentions.

He doesn't like that.

More accurately, it pisses him off. He hates it. He hates her presence. Most of all, however, he hates the fact that he can't bring himself to hate her and be done with it.

So there's nothing more he wants with Minervamon then for her to go away.

"You're better. Now get out."

[olympicdata]

He's caught her on a walk. For every perfectly amicable chat, there's one like this.

"I'm not injured today," she says, evenly, "so it's easier for me to answer questions, if someone wants to talk in private. I'll leave when the sun goes down, but not before."

January 16th

[brokenground]

[Terra didn't go looking for Minervamon yesterday to speak to her, but he'd been watching. Wounded people weren't always of the clearest mind to talk, and he was content to wait. Other people had their grievances to air, and he didn't want to get involved.

'God' didn't mean especially much. He'd met a god once, a guy with his head on fire. Terra hadn't been impressed.

But when she goes wandering around, healthy enough to do at least a little travel, it's then and only then that he actually approaches, Dorumon silent at his side, far more alarmed by this whole thing than Terra himself was.]

You're Minervamon, miss?

[Polite, cordial. There's not a trace of hostility, but he hadn't been there for the terrible battle that erased a city. She's teeny, but size wasn't everything.]

Can I have a few moments of your time?

[olympicdata]

[Miss? That one's new. When Terra finds Minervamon, she's around the town's outskirts, seemingly exploring.]

Of course. That's what I'm here for, after all, to give my time. And no miss, please, I'm not cut out for that stuff.

January 16th

[perrytheperson]

A new town means a new place to get used to. Luckily, Perry has had a few days to do just that. He's settled into his room in the hospital. He's not a big fan of it since, well, it IS a hospital. Not to mention he had JUST moved out of the Newbie Housing to get his own room when the town had gone boom.

But, beggars couldn't be choosers. And so he was making do and spending as little time in the hospital as possible. At the moment he was walking out of the cafe with a tray of coffee to go and a box of pastries tucked under his arm. His partners perked up as they saw Perry come out. It was his treat for them until he could figure out a way to start making money again.

As he was crossing to where his partners sat he noticed a strange looking little girl approaching. Well, at first he thought it was a girl. However he noticed Gertrude tense up slightly, her fox tail bristling as she caught wind of the girl. Clearly, she was a digimon...and based on Gertrude's reaction it was not a pleasant experience when the fox digimon had encountered her.

It took Perry a second longer to place the strangely dressed girl as the Digimon that had appeared to fight Jupitermon. Perry realized then that Gertrude must be reacting to the memory more so than the digimon. He glanced at his partners who were watching him, so he tilted his head towards her.

Bartholomew picked up on Perry's cue and called out. "Hey! What are you doing here?" That sounded a bit rude so Bartholomew corrected, "Care for some breakfast?"

Perry looked down at his coffee tray with 3 beverages in it. He hadn't exactly meant for THAT.

[olympicdata]

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.

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?"

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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."

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.

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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.

[hatefully]

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.

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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?"

[hellspawnedhero]

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?

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

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

[needsteaplz]

Another digimon with a god's name. Being a fellow god herself, she's not sure what to think just yet. Saori needed a change of pace from training and the Hospital and went to the cafe. That's when she saw Minervamon. She walks over with a gentle smile on her face.

"Have you healed up alright?"

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A nice dinner. Plus, it's good to boost this place's economy, right? That's why Minervamon's at the cafe now. She glances at another approaching Chosen. She hasn't lost her pep, not quite.

"Yes, yes I am. Just needed a night's rest in the finest hospital this side of the Net Sea."