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Entry tags:
- devil may cry: dante,
- digimon tamers: dukemon (au),
- fate/zero: waver velvet,
- how to train your dragon: ruffnut,
- kingdom hearts: riku replica,
- kingdom hearts: sora,
- kingdom hearts: terra,
- megaman nt warrior: forte.exe,
- npc: minervamon,
- npc: sakuyamon (miko mode),
- npc: venusmon,
- oc: saori nakagawa,
- phineas & ferb: perry the platypus,
- thundercats (2011): wily-kit,
- transformers prime: bumblebee,
- twewy: neku sakuraba,
- ∅fable 3: the prince,
- ∅my little pony: applejack,
- ∅persona 3: minato arisato,
- ∅persona 4: yu narukami,
- ∅yu-gi-oh! zexal: ryoga kamishiro
Olympic Contact
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...
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...
no subject
"If you can prove to me that that won't happen, and that you won't forget that who we're trying to fix the worlds for is just as important as actually getting it done, then I might trust you," Emmerick continues. "But not before. I'm sorry."
i'm sorry for the wait, ah!
"Well... There you have it. I guess that's that, then."
As she moves her head, a blue brain falls across her shoulder.
"Jupitermon... He's the one I need to fight. It'd be nice if you trusted me...but I can wait." Minervamon's smile remains. "When I said prove, I didn't think it'd happen over night."
She eats more of the food Kit's brought. A tiny twitch of her lips to the young Chosen. A tiny smile, brighter.
No problem; I've been slow on Terminal tags myself. X3
Kit gave Minervamon a small smile as well. "Emmy and Aburn think I trust people too easily sometimes," Kit confessed. "Maybe I do. But I still like you OK. And maybe if Jupitermon stops being a jerk-mon we can really be friends someday too, if you want."