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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Soon after the announcement, there's a soft growl- slowly rising as a giant catwoamn jumps from one of the nearby windows and lands, crouching, right next to the God digimon. Neku clings to her back eye slitted in preparation for an attack, with his Syakomon pressed between them. The manic little rookie jumps free, at once snarling at the mega and hopping up and down.

"Get out, go away, we don't want you here!"

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A rather weak, bitter smile rests on Minervamon's face. She looks up at Bastemon, at her Chosen, and nods slowly.

"I'm not here to fight you."

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Bastemon stops hissing, but still looks pissed as all get. Her 'sibling', on the other hand, can't seem to know when to shut up.

"You better watch it! Terri here has already taken out one mega and-"

"Shut it, fish face." The catwoman steps on the rookie's shell, closing it so his ranting is muffled. Neku himself finally climbs down, looking ready to bolt at a moments notice.

"If you're not here to fight there why the hell ARE you here? Haven't you done enough?"

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It's hard to tell if her eyes are open are closed, because of her helmet. But Minervamon looks solemn, and rather guilty.

"To give you answers, and-- ...well, to apologize. I couldn't save your city. I couldn't stop Jupitermon, and I got wrapped up in my anger at him. For that, I'm very, very sorry."