Olympic Contact

[olympicdata]

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

[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."

[olympicdata]

"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."

[olympicdata]

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.