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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"Me?" A hand's placed against her knee, and Minervamon lets out a tiny humorless laugh. "I wanna get the worlds separated again, stop Jupitermon, keep this world safe. Sounds simple, but it's not."

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"The simplest goals are often the hardest to achieve." Keep the Digital World safe sounds like such a simple task, but it's proving quite difficult in practice. Sakuyamon sighs. "It is good to know that you are not my enemy, though. Perhaps we can even work together in the future."

It is too early to know whether she trusts Minervamon completely, but knowing who is likeliest to help you is never a bad thing.

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The other hand drifts behind Minervamon's head and she grins lightly. "Better to have friends and allies than enemies. You've proven pretty capable. I'd be absolutely honored, if it comes to that."

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"I would also." For all that she's wary of Minervamon, Sakuyamon has been asking Gods for guidance most of her life. Perhaps these new arrivals are not the gods that she asked for help, but it was an honor all the same. "For, now, however, I shall take my leave and allow you to finish speaking to the Chosen."

Sakuyamon stood, bowing her head.