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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With Titamon. [Well, it's not the answer Terra thought it would be! Is that progress?] Likely in his moving base, or stored away in some pocket dimension, because he loves to see us squirm.

[She doesn't sound too happy about Titamon, not one bit.]

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[At the name that ISN'T Jupitermon and thus must somehow be better, Terra glances down at Dorumon, who merely stares back up, owl-eyed. That's not particularly helpful.]

I haven't heard that name yet. Who or what is Titamon?

[They have a name! He knew it was just a matter of finding the source of the problem and then beating it into submission..!]

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Titamon is the biggest Digimon in existence, who we Olympus XII have only been able to defeat when we're all combined and even then he's reborn to rise up again. Back in November he trashed the old city. Before it disappeared.

[So Minervamon recounts with deadpan frustration.]

He's the biggest pain, and he strives to be one.

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[There's another slow nod, and a frown. That was going to be problematic. Except didn't digimon need a human partner to reach their full potential? Maybe the Olympus twelve simply didn't ... have partners. At least, not yet. Maybe they had to look for their 'chosen' too.]

It sounds like a lot of trouble. I guess once the ARCloner is found we'll ... have to deal with him and find some way to prevent his resurrections. Or if all of this really is data manifest, find a way to alter his data into something less dangerous. ...Can't help there though.

[Terra wouldn't be able to program a VCR.]

... Thank you for all of the information, also. Nobody else I've spoken to seems to know why we're here or what we have to do.

[And now he does! Or at least some semblance of it. A purpose does a Terra good. He likes goals, yes he does. That it requires so much actual conversation will just have to be tolerated. It pays to be polite to helpful people, it encourages them to be helpful in the future.]

I don't want to keep you too long. I can't imagine you'll get a lot of peaceful days. Is there anything else we should probably know, if we're going to be hunting this guy down and taking things from him?

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Alter his data... [Seems like an idea Minervamon can get behind. She smiles lightly, thinking, thinking...

She whips a braid behind her head and half-grins.] That's sorta all I know. I'll leave a message on your network, sum up everything in case I remember something else. Alright, tall dark and smiley?

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[If all gods were like this, maybe there'd be a lot more pleasant worlds to visit.]

Even if it's all you know, it's a lot more than anyone I've spoken to knows. Thank you very much for sharing it with all of us.

[And he really does seem appreciative! It's nice to have a direction to stab in. And possibly tell others about. Others might be grumpy about Minervamon's presence, but Terra's not one of them. He gives a neat, precise bow to the smaller being; he still didn't know how to properly address her but politeness never hurts.]

I'll leave you to your evening then. Please enjoy it.