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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Re: January 15th

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[Bumblebee hadn't seen the destruction of the city with his own two eyes, but he'd certainly witnessed its fallout. Coronamon is equally as tense as the two of them emerge from the hospital. Neither are under any illusions: Minervamon is a powerful digimon, and there's little they can do against her if for any reason she wanted to take action. At the same time, he'd also heard that she had been fighting (recklessly) on the Chosen's behalf. At this point, they're not sure what to think. Coronamon is already instinctively in front of Bumblebee, speaking where his partner cannot. Maybe now they can get some real answers.]

[Coronamon's tone of voice is neither friendly not overtly hostile. It's just careful.]
You wanted to talk, so talk. What're you doing here?

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[She's rather surprised, at the Digimon talking and not the human, but Minervamon tries to smile as she alternates her gaze between Coronamon, who's just a bit below her eye-level, and Bumblebee, who's taller.]

To confirm that I want to help you.

[proveyourmetal]

[Bumblebee's wariness eases somewhat. So it was true then. Disastrous as the results had been in Tokyo, the digimon had meant to help.

Vanguard, the Coronamon, just shifts his weight to the other foot.] That's good, lady. But you really need to tone down the intensity of your 'help'.

[Bumblebee kneels down beside his digimon, tapping a message into his D-terminal that Vanguard reads out loud to Minervamon.]

We could really use some answers.

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[Something she's been reminded of so far. Something she understands.]

The Olympus XII is the group I belong to- were you here when Venusmon approached the other Chosen about us?

[proveyourmetal]

[Bumblebee shakes his head.]

My partner got here just a little over a week ago, but we're caught up on all the important stuff.

We just wanna know what to do about all this? After all, word on the street is that Tokyo went up in flames because somebody felt like we weren't 'doing our jobs.'

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Don't listen to that rubbish. [Minervamon scowls.] That's Jupitermon's opinion, and it's...wrong. He wants the worlds to all merge, which is dangerous. The city vanished because...well, because my attempts to keep it from doing so failed.

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?

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From what he said when he tried to get all of us to follow him? Because the other worlds are chaos. They're suffering, and if we bring everything here, then they could be watched over.

It's madness, frankly. He thinks doing this will protect everyone, but obviously, it's just making things more complicated.