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

[hatefully]

Habitually, the fingers of his right hand curl together under the cloak.

"How information is revealed here leaves much to be desired." Understatement. He doesn't make an effort to boardcast his contempt for the situation but it wasn't hidden either. First off, going off the bits of what he'd listened to yesterday: "The other you fought with... Jupitermon. Why did he merge the Digital and real worlds? Where can he be found?"

Biyomon edges closer to Forte, and very much unlike his partner, looks at Minveramon with a healthy amount of respect and more than a little fear. The pink bird did not want to tangle with a Mega Digimon who'd made an entire city go poof.

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No change in expression is visible on Minervamon's face. She remains composed, looking Forte and his partner up and down.

"Simple enough. He wants to merge them because he thinks they can be better protected, whatever the loss or cost, if they're all in one place. That, of course, is a lie. The merging's already having horrible effects. He won't see reason. As for where he can be found, it's the higher plane of the Digital World, in his own corner, fortified, separated from the rest."

Now her smile goes thin.

"If you've heard anything about the higher plane, then you know it's taken me months to fight my way down, with my power, tuned to a frequency that only certain Digimon can access. ...You're not thinking of running off to try and find a way there, are you? Because I guarantee, it won't be possible, at the moment."

[hatefully]

"You mean then, he is an overzealous fool. Typical." What kind of logic would lead one to think doing something like that would actually work? Putting all your eggs in one basket was a moronic way to 'protect' them. A cheap knock-off populated with sentient viruses or not, the two worlds of this place were supposed to be separate. He supposed the inevitable glitches and server malfunctions that came with messing with the system would serve Jupitermon right.

Forte's reply probably does nothing to sooth what Minveramon suspects, since it's only a deadpan non-answer of: "... I have more pressing concerns to attend to at the moment than that."

He mulls this over, restraining his temper with some effort.

Then, choosing to ignore Minervamon's disapproval: "And the other members of your group who have not shown themselves? Are they in similar fortifications on the higher plane?"

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She tuts her lips. At least he's not going to go charging off to who-knows-where, that's one victory. ...Not in search of Jupitermon, that is.

"Some of them," she answers, raising a hand and ticking off members on her fingers. "Myself, Dianamon, Volcanusmon, and Marsmon are in allegiance to stop Jupitermon. He's swayed Neptunemon, Merukimon, Apollomon, Cersmon and Bacchusmon to his cause. I suspect...he's trying to get some of them to this plane as we speak."

That's ten. Of a group called the Olympus XII.

[hatefully]

His facial expression remains the same. Forte blinks once.

"Through the same method you yourself or he used?" Biyomon's blue eyes immediately flicker from Minveramon upward, to the sky as if he was worried more godly Digimon would start falling out of the sky and poofing away HospiTown and all the people inside him. Then he chides himself for silliness of the knee-jerk reaction.

Meanwhile, the now-human dark Navi can use math just fine. "And what of those who have not selected either side in your little in-fighting squabble?"

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She sighs. "Venusmon claims to be just on the Chosen's side, utterly neutral. I'm on your side too, but she refuses to help. And... Well, the last member of the Olympus XII has been missing for..."

Minervamon looks to the sky.

"Well, as long as I can remember."

[hatefully]

"So you say. Neither of your words will not substitute for action," he remarked indifferently. He found the idea of Venusmon being just on their side, virtual intruders to their world, instead of siding with those equal to her in power, somewhat doubtful.

"Oi, Forte!" Biyomon chirped angrily at him in reproach, not happy he was doubting Minveramon's sincerity. Forte's red eyes slide down to him in a silent glare. Shut up, you stupid pest.

"Their name?"

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Her mouth forms into a line. "You would do well," Minervamon says slowly, "to watch who you insult, and make it someone other than Venusmon."

She straightens. "You'd have to ask members older than I. I don't know who the last member is. They often worked separate from the rest of us."

[hatefully]

Unmoved, Forte looked at her. Pardon him for not trusting any of you at all and for having trouble understanding why the strong would side with the likes of them without an ulterior motive. "Is that so? I'll keep that in mind."

Biyomon's feathers were standing on end, not enjoying the tension even though Forte's glaring had silenced him for a bit.

"... Hn. I see."

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Minervamon melts back to that uncomfortable calm; there's something beneath the surface, a clear unpleasant feeling, but to all appearances, she's...civil. She tuts with her tongue and rolls a shoulder.

"Yes, that's that. Anything else I can do for you?"

[hatefully]

Fight me, is something Forte would like to say or one of them, but he had no powers and no GetAbility Program. Stupidity would get him nowhere and it wasn't the point right now anyway. He'd gotten the main questions he'd wanted of the little blue-haired Digimon answered, and even some unexpected information on the side: there was no need to press the matter. "..."

He gestures with one hand.

"... Yes. Is there anybody in this world who is acknowledged as the strongest?"

Awfully simple question, for all the vague way he phrased it.

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Instead of focusing on Forte, Minervamon looks at his partner. Her eyes can't be seen from beneath her helmet, but it seems she's saying-- she's asking something.

Maybe warning.

Addressing the Chosen, she replies, "Not a single Digimon. Jupitermon would say himself, others would say other beings. There's no 'strongest' here."

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Biyomon, next to Forte, his loud beak for once silenced by the new experience of feeling the levels of tension in the atmosphere, nearly jumps when Minveramon focuses on him instead of Forte. But he mets her gaze evenly at first, then quizzically at the... question she was asking him? The warning? He couldn't decide which. (Why would she ever need to warn him of something?)

???

The moment passes without commentary from the former NetNavi.

Forte scowled, disgruntled. "... Hmph."

With that, he turned on his heel to leave. The bird Digimon hesitated, looking at her.

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With Forte's back turned, Minervamon's face relaxes into a full smile. She mouths something to him.

It's "Watch him."

[hatefully]

Biyomon stops.

He blinks before relaxing enough to let his own smile hesitantly leak back through onto his mouth. He nods.

Then the bird Digimon snaps a smart salute, attempting to convey the return sentiment of 'will do,' and took off in the direction of his Chosen, leaving Minveramon standing by herself again.