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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Another Mega is a surprise, but she nods her confirmation.

"That's right, I was."

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Dukemon becomes silent for a brief moment. She had held off the Digimon that could have done so much more damage if no one had been there to intercept him. Still, he couldn't keep the wary tension from surfacing and still maintaining the need to be ready for any surprise attacks.

Even so, gratitude should still be extended to where it is due.

"I, Dukemon, thank you for what you did."

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Those just approaching her to thank her have been...well, she understands why they aren't showing up. So the surprise on her face is very evident.

"You do?"

[promisedreunion]

A nod from him. He wouldn't say anything if he didn't mean it, and she gave them enough time to escape even though the city was lost in the process.

"I do."

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A light chuckle escapes her lips. "I'm...glad. That I could do something to help."

[promisedreunion]

Some of the tension leaves Dukemon and he's able to stand without seeming so rigid, though it may be difficult to spot since he's more or less a walking suit of armor.

But now onto something that had been bothering him.

"Those things that he said; why accuse the Chosen?"

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"Because what they're here for and what Jupitermon wants are two different things," Minervamon explains. "He's not the leader he used to be, and he's judging them for something that... Something that's incorrect."

[promisedreunion]

"'Something that is incorrect.'"

Dukemon repeats that last phrase and his eyes narrow in thought, "And that would be?"

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"Well, he wants them to naturally do his bidding. He wants them to act as the Chosen for his ideal. And if that's not what they're Chosen for, it means he's wrong. He can't take that."

[promisedreunion]

"I see..."

Dukemon's eyes narrow in thought. So Jupitermon couldn't accept the fact that the Chosen might not be here for his sake and lashed out at them like a child; that was what he was getting out of the information given to him.

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"Naturally, he's wrong. This world's got its own reasons for bringing all of you here, and it's not for him."