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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She blinks, not that Ruffnut can see that. "Well...right now, answers, and...I can be an ally. I can't locate Jupitermon right now, but I can try and fight by your side, if I can work out traveling between the planes of existence better."

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"Traveling the plains of what now?" Ruffnut's eyebrow quirked in confusion and she looked up to Chuumon "Did the train take us past those?"

He shook his head and looked back to The Goddess, "Well sweet cheeks since ya asked, I'd love to be able to evolve and stay evolved all the time. How do we make that work?"

"Yeah!" Ruffnut brightened and took Chuumon off her helmet to hold him out to Minervamon "Do that!"

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Sweet cheeks? A hard stare from Minervamon.

"I don't exactly have that power."

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"Aw nuts." Chuumon pouted but Ruffnut moved on without even a thought.

"Can I try on your helmet?" She asked reaching out to touch it shamelessly. As a viking she was very pleased with Minervamon's choice of dress. "Where did you get this stuff? I could use a shield."

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Minervamon lets Ruffnut touch it, but doesn't look entirely impressed. "Uhhh... I was coded with it. It's sort of a Minervamon-exclusive, the helmet and the shield both."

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This did not deter Ruffnut, partially because she didn't know what it meant to be coded with something. She continued to poke at the helmet.

"So what you can't let go of the shield like...ever? Or take off that armor?" She wondered confused. That made Chuumon snicker and Falamon facepalm in embarrassment.

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"I'd really not try to take the armor off," she answers, reaching a hand up to try and push Ruffnut's away. "And I can let go of the shield, but another can't be made."

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"Oh? You must like it smelly and sweaty then. That's cool I get that. I like my clothes to stink like me too." Ruffnut gave a sage nod, looking like she had found kinship here.

"Can I try your sword?" She added almost immediately circling around to try and get behind the humanish Digimon and see the blade closer.

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Of the humans she's thus far met, Minervamon finds this one to be the weirdest. "Uhhh," she replies, one hand drifting to her hilt, just to touch it and make sure it's still there. "I'd rather keep it with me, it's a little beat up from the battle."

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"COOOL!" Ruffnut exclaimed in awe. "Now I really wanna see! You going toe to toe with that big guy was like...one of the greatest battles I've ever seen. And I once flew into battle against a dragon the size of a mountain."

"Eh, it was alright. Now if you could Digivolve me to the next level I bet we'd see some REAL fireworks!" Chuumon cackled producing yet another cheese bomb and tossing it idly.

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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.

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"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.

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

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"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.

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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."

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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.

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How can a Digimon whose eyes can't be seen glare? It's possible!

Despite Ruffnut's pushing, as Minervamon can't grab both wrists, the helmet won't budge at all.

"It's how I'm coded," she answers dryly.

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"Ohhhhh!"

Ruffnut paused, and then resumed pushing on the helmet.

"I don't know what that means." She confessed and Flamon groaned burying her face in her paws.

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"It means I may be beat up but if you touch my helmet again I'll be very unhappy."

Minervamon gives up.

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"That's OK, most people here are unhappy. Especially at you guys."

Ruffnut is not the least bit bothered.

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Well, FINE.

"Stop touching my head."

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"But it's so weird!"

And now Chuumon is hanging off one of Minervamon's braids while Flamon tries to get him off. The end result is Flamon tugging on Chuumon which in turn pulls on her hair.

"Come onnnn, I'll stop touching your weird head if I can have your shield."

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"..."

She sheathes her sword, grits her teeth, and slaps at both Chuumon and Ruffnut's tugging.

"I'm trying to recover, stop doing that!" She winces.

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Chuumon let's out a pathetic squeak and falls to the ground. Ruffnut yelps when struck and her face snaps to the side.

After a moment she turns back to face the Digimon with crossed eyes, a glowing hand print on her face and a crooked smile.

"Nice hit! Do it again! Get the other cheek!"

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Her face falls and she can't help but wonder if this is her penance.

"I'm not hitting you again, kid."