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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"Oooooo~" Ruffnut and Chuumon cooed in unison as even Flamon couldn't deny she was staring entranced by the blade.

"That...is a big sword." Ruffnut observed simply.

"Look look look! That scratch there! That looks fresh. That's so COOL!"

Flamon nodded gently admiring the whole package "Thank you again for protecting the chosen.

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Minervamon addresses Flamon, rolling her eyes at Ruffnut and Chuumon. "You're welcome. Keep yours out of danger, yeah?"

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"I'll do my best." She muttered rubbing the back of her head sheepishly.

Meanwhile Ruffnut was reaching for Minervamon's helmet pushing it with her fingertips trying to slide it up off the Digimon's face so she could see her eyes.

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Minervamon reaches up the hand not holding her sword -- one hand, for that huge thing? -- and gently reaches to stop Ruffnut, by grabbing her wrist.

She shakes her head. "No."

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That earned her a viking pout.

"Aw come onnn. Just for a minute. It'll be fun!" She urged straining her wrist uselessly trying to keep pushing for the helmet.

"Is it all gross in there? Are you hiding something? I bet your hiding something. GIVE ME YOUR SECRETS!!!" She insisted bringing her other hand up to try.

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How can a Digimon whose eyes can't be seen glare? It's possible!

Despite Ruffnut's pushing, as Minervamon can't grab both wrists, the helmet won't budge at all.

"It's how I'm coded," she answers dryly.

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"Ohhhhh!"

Ruffnut paused, and then resumed pushing on the helmet.

"I don't know what that means." She confessed and Flamon groaned burying her face in her paws.

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"It means I may be beat up but if you touch my helmet again I'll be very unhappy."

Minervamon gives up.

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"That's OK, most people here are unhappy. Especially at you guys."

Ruffnut is not the least bit bothered.

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Well, FINE.

"Stop touching my head."

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"But it's so weird!"

And now Chuumon is hanging off one of Minervamon's braids while Flamon tries to get him off. The end result is Flamon tugging on Chuumon which in turn pulls on her hair.

"Come onnnn, I'll stop touching your weird head if I can have your shield."

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"..."

She sheathes her sword, grits her teeth, and slaps at both Chuumon and Ruffnut's tugging.

"I'm trying to recover, stop doing that!" She winces.

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Chuumon let's out a pathetic squeak and falls to the ground. Ruffnut yelps when struck and her face snaps to the side.

After a moment she turns back to face the Digimon with crossed eyes, a glowing hand print on her face and a crooked smile.

"Nice hit! Do it again! Get the other cheek!"

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Her face falls and she can't help but wonder if this is her penance.

"I'm not hitting you again, kid."

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"What? Aw come on! Don't be like that!"

Tugging on her braid again because it seemed to work the first time.

"I can take it! Feels good actually! Like it gets all numb and tingly, I'll do it to you if you want?"

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Minervamon smacks her, but just at her hand. It's still pretty strong.

"I'm, this is supposed to be my recovery time!" She fights a whine from slipping into her voice.

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"Yowch!" She shakes her hand with a delighted grin.

"OK yeah just like that but the face. Come on! I'll give ya a head butt if you want? My helmet on yours? Ringing in your ears making your skull rattle...do you have a skull?"

She's practically hopping with excitement.

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Minervamon turns to Flamon, the Only Sane Mon.

"Please make her leave. Please."

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Flamon looks helplessly embarrassed and wishes she had left a long time ago.

"She's very hard to convince...if you just start walking away I'll try and...I dunno hold her?" Flamon grabbed onto Ruffnut's braids to try and keep her from following.

"Hey! Come on lemme go!"

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"Walking is difficult right now..."

But Minervamon does try and limp away.

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Ruffnut in turn made clawing motions in the air trying to get away from Flamon's vicelike grip. Minervamon was free for now.

But Ruffnut would not forget about that sword.