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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Aha. Here we go. Now it's time to whip out the beanstalk metaphor. She aligns both her hands, one above the other with space above it.

"Okay! So this is one plane," the lower left hand moves up and down, subtly, "and this is the other." The right hand also moves. "Between them is an invisible beanstalk, so the Digimon who live up here -- that's me, and the other Olympus XII -- can climb on down easily to the lower plane. You can't reach it by flying, or by jumping, it's gotta be by special pathways, codes-- like the beanstalk!"

Then, her hands split, the lower one going sharply left, the right one to the right.

"So when all the worlds started colliding, it threw everything outta whack! That beanstalk doesn't line up anymore, so getting from one plane to the other is wicked tough. Does that make any more sense?"

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"You know I understand that some worlds have different layers," Sora grinned. The metaphor, while helpful, wasn't necessary. So the problem wasn't a matter that they were there. It was only a matter of time before these god-like digimon managed to navigate their way to where they were.

"Do you know what's really going on? What we're supposed to be doing?"

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And to that Minervamon slightly wilts, just a bit. "My poor perfect metaphor..." She's a child at heart.

"Never to this one before, but Digital Worlds all across existence have brought in Chosen when they need saving. Heroes. I guess... The world doesn't want to be merged. I didn't bring you here, Jupitermon didn't, no force or god-- it did. It's asking for help." And she frowns very slightly. "I wish I knew the what just as much as you did. If I had to guess, stop the ARCloner from getting the worlds together, set them apart. Fix what Jupitermon's set wrong."

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Sora's arms crossed over his chest and he swayed from side to side in thought. Technically, then, they didn't have to answer to Jupitermon. That would be good news for the people that were worried about some of the things that he said ( *cough*Neku*cough* ). The world itself brought them here - something that was really Sora's first guess. That much made perfect sense to him and only helped to make him really want to fix this world and set things right.

"Any more on the ARCloner or are we all still in the dark..."

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A relieving smile crosses her lips. "It's a program, an old one. We don't know as much about it as we want to, but we do know it causes what you've referred to as Dark Fields, it's process of merging the worlds...or at least, one of them. Jupitermon used it to start off the collision, and now Titamon has it."

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"So we should all be trying to get to Titamon?" Sora proceeded, more thinking out loud than really asking. It only made sense... If that was the thing that they needed to stop, then they should probably get their hands on that program. Thus, if Titamon has it, then he wold be the next one that they should focus on, right?

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She nods. "Exactly! ...If we can find him well enough. It's...well, more than a little frustrating, how much he jumps around."