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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A sheepish look passes Minervamon's face. "Trying to explain it to Digimon gets weird looks, what can I say?"

And then she's serious again, just like that. "The worlds merging is definitely his fault. But he can't control it anymore, because Titamon stole the ARCloner."

A scowl crosses her lips.

"Who knows what's worse there."

[velveteenmage]

"Then let's move on to Titamon, what's he on about?"

One thing at a time.

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And immediately a groan.

"He's about screwing with Jupitermon, which should sound great, but trust me it's not."

[velveteenmage]

"I'm not about to assume all of you have black or white morality. But what's Titamon doing that isn't particularly helpful, aside from flattening landmarks and all that?"

Usually 'flattening landmarks' was the definition of unhelpful, but Waver thought a little more detail might be needed.

[olympicdata]

"He's entirely unpredictable," she replies. "Except for make Jupitermon's life as unpleasant as possible, if he wants to storm a city, he'll storm it. If he wants to kill a bunch of people or Digimon, he'll kill them. Who knows what he's doing to the ARCloner. He lives for chaos and chaos alone."

[velveteenmage]

"So he's a chaotic and singleminded force for destruction. Quite possibly the last sort of thing I ever wanted to deal with again."

Inwardly cursing his luck, Waver quickly pushed thoughts of Caster as far out of his head as possible. Things certainly weren't that bad, at least not yet.

"There must be some way to actually defeat him, right?"

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A pause.

She winces. "Well... Before the schism, the Olympus XII hasn't been able to in...forever. Once, at one time...but that'd require all of our members, united behind one goal. And I don't think that'll ever happen again."

She sinks lower. "Besides, he'd just be reborn, to rise up decades later. If there's order, there has to be chaos." He can't see it, but she rolls her eyes; it seems like this is something she's repeating in frustration, something she's been told many times.

[velveteenmage]

"That's the single most cliche thing anyone's ever actually said to me." Beat. "...Recently."

Even so, it did confirm just outright defeating the guy wouldn't do a whole lot in the long run. That was disappointing, to put it lightly.

"Never mind. In that case, there must be some way to keep him in check, isn't there?"

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"That requires hunting down his base," replies Minervamon dryly. "It moves. A lot. And then you'd need to be able to actually fight him. He's got incredible endurance. One of our battles lasted weeks."

[velveteenmage]

"'Essentially impossible', then. Bloody fantastic."

Deep breaths, Waver.

"Please tell me there's some semblance of optimism somewhere about the whole thing."

[olympicdata]

"...I've got three others in the Olympus XII, ready to help out too!" She swallows down an awkward lump. "Vulcanusmon even made your D-Streams!"

[velveteenmage]

"Better than nothing, at least. Who are the other two?"

[olympicdata]

"Marsmon and Dianamon. While Vulcanusmon prefers not to fight, both of them are battle-ready. Marsmon is...well, hot-headed, but he's powerful, and he's better on your side than not."

[velveteenmage]

"...Trust me, I know the type. I know the type very, very well."

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"You too, huh?" Is that sympathy in her voice.

[velveteenmage]

"I'd introduce you to Rider, but he might shake your hand so hard you arm falls off."

SIIIIIIIIIIGH. It's hard, Minervamon. It's hard and nobody understands.

"Speaking of, please don't tell me you've got something like an Iskandermon in your ranks anywhere. I might just pack up and go live in some remote corner of the world if I have to deal with that."

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She frowns and taps her chin...with an injured arm, of course. "Iskandermon? Iskandermon, Iskandermon... Nope! It doesn't ring any bells."

[velveteenmage]

"Oh, thank god. At the rate you were spouting Roman myth names at me, I was honestly starting to worry."

[olympicdata]

"Roman?" A confused expression that then melts into understanding. "Roman, that must be the data we were based on, isn't it?"

[velveteenmage]

"Yeah--most of the names you're giving me sound like they're based on gods, more or less."

[olympicdata]

"...Appropriate. We are God-type Digimon."

A ghost of a smile.