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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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This little Chosen stands about Minervamon's height, but with her leaning against the wall, she still falls short. Therefore, her head slightly inclines up to look her in the eyes, this young child.

"...You're bringing me something to eat?" It's a dumb question, but she can't help but ask it.

"Yeah?", Kit says, her tone making it clear that she thinks this is rather obvious. She shrugs slightly. "I know Digimon need food to digivolve, so I figured maybe it'd help you heal too. And even if it doesn't, well... things always tend to look a little better on a full stomach, ya know?"

She smiles.

"You're a cute kid, you know that? ...Look a bit like a Mikemon too, you sure you're a Chosen and not a partner?"

She's teasing. She takes the food and goes for the dessert first.

Kit giggles a bit, expression mischievous. Oh yes, she definitely knows she's cute. Even Emerick, who's been just standing by and watching a bit warily til now, smiles at that. When a 'Mon's right, she's right.

Emerick's smile fades a bit, though as Kit sits down next to the injured Minervamon. "I'm sure," Kit says. "Never met anybody named Mikemon, but I do have a friend named Mikey. Well, actually his whole name is Michealangelo, but that's really long, so everybody just usually calls him Mikey."

"Anyway," she adds, "I'm not the only one who could be mistaken for something I'm not. If I didn't know better and you didn't smell different, I could mistake you for a human in fancy armor."

Minervamon lets her leaning slip, and she sits as well. "Mikemon, it's a cat Digimon, oh-- I'll find one, never mind. If you see me in action, you definitely wouldn't think I'm a human. This is just how my data's coded."

Kit brightens. "Oh, a cat Digimon?", she said. "Is he anything like Gatomon? That's what Emmy here can digivolve into."

"And I did see you in action," Kit said. "I was there when you fought that big, gold jerk-mon and tried to protect us. And I didn't get a chance to say thanks then so I figured I'd do it now."

"Much like Gatomon," she answers. "I hoped all you Chosen would leave fast... Not hurt, were you, little one?"

"No, I wasn't hurt," Kit says. "I almost got squished by a chunk of building, but Emmy digivolved for the first time and saved me!"

"Like I said then, I had to," Emerick chimes in. She isn't able to keep a note of pride out of her voice as she says so, though. She quickly becomes serious again afterward, however. "But she wouldn't have needed saving at all if that gold goon hadn't shown up and started zapping everything in sight. How do you know him anyway?"

Because it had been pretty clear that Minervamon and Jupitermon knew each other, or at least, had known each other at one time.

That's a relief, that she hadn't gotten hurt. Minervamon brushes a strand of hair from her face and edges against the building.

"Have you heard of the Olympus XII? You might know Venusmon, another of our members? Well, before, we watched over the Digital World, keeping order. Myself, Jupitermon, Venusmon, others. But... there was a disagreement... A very big one. Jupitermon's lost his way, and I'm trying to stop him."

It's a simple explanation for the question.

Kit nods, smiling. "Yeah, we met Venusmon," she says. "She's nice. She threw us a big feast and gave us our D-streams."

Emerick doesn't say anything, though, til the short explanation is done. "Well, you don't seem to be doing too good a job of it,", the Salamon says with a little 'hmph'.

"Emmy!", Kit scolds her.

"What? It's true. If it wasn't, Terminal Tokyo would still be there, and we wouldn't have had to move."

"Maybe, but you don't have to be mean about it," Kit says. "She did try to help us, after all."

Emmy sighs. Kit's right. But these Olympus Digimon are so strong... well, it puts her a bit on edge. "I'm sorry...", Emmy says to Minervamon. "I don't think you're a bad Digimon, or anything. But, well... how can we be sure we can trust you? If Jupitermon turned on us and our Chosen, how can we be sure you won't do the same someday?"

"Jupitermon was never on your side," Minervamon starts solemnly. "In trying to stop him, I...was rash. Please believe me, I wouldn't be fighting him if I didn't think he did something wrong...and if I didn't want to accomplish the same thing you do, fixing the worlds."

A wane smile forms.

"I can ask, and nothing more, but try and prove it to you."

Emerick pauses, considering. "I'm not sure I can," she says with a little shake of her head. "Like I said, it's not that I really think you're a bad Digimon, or that you'd hurt us on purpose, but... Digimon like you and Jupitermon are too powerful. I was able save Kit last time, but what about next time? Aburn and I can't protect her from someone like you, not really. And all the 'sorry' and good intentions in the world wouldn't be worth much if Kit got badly hurt worse because one of you got careless."

"If you can prove to me that that won't happen, and that you won't forget that who we're trying to fix the worlds for is just as important as actually getting it done, then I might trust you," Emmerick continues. "But not before. I'm sorry."

Minervamon nods slowly, seemingly neutral.

"Well... There you have it. I guess that's that, then."

As she moves her head, a blue brain falls across her shoulder.

"Jupitermon... He's the one I need to fight. It'd be nice if you trusted me...but I can wait." Minervamon's smile remains. "When I said prove, I didn't think it'd happen over night."

She eats more of the food Kit's brought. A tiny twitch of her lips to the young Chosen. A tiny smile, brighter.

Emerick nodded, smiling slightly herself. "Yeah," she said. "But I am glad you're trying, anyway."

Kit gave Minervamon a small smile as well. "Emmy and Aburn think I trust people too easily sometimes," Kit confessed. "Maybe I do. But I still like you OK. And maybe if Jupitermon stops being a jerk-mon we can really be friends someday too, if you want."

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i'm sorry for the wait, ah!

No problem; I've been slow on Terminal tags myself. X3