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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...

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Today, Minervamon will be found right outside the Hospital, leaning by the front doors. Her sword's by her feet, and she looks beat up.

She's in no condition to go many places, so it looks like any who wants to talk with her has a captive audience.

Today, Minervamon can wander a little. The HospiTown Digimon have helped heal her, and she's about, though there's not really much to do in HospiTown. Maybe she's by the general store. Maybe by the Hospital building again. Maybe at the town's outskirts. But she's still in town.

"..." Waver frowned, mildly confused that some god was roughly his own height. Hadn't she been involved with all this mess?

"Someone mentioned you wanted to talk?" Even so, she didn't seem ready to kill them. Waver was just exhausted enough that being civil seemed reasonable.

She tries to smile lightly, though she winces.

"Yeah, I do. My name's Minervamon... You might've heard the gold blowhard yelling it." Her gaze goes bitter, and then she appears regretful. "I'm here to set the record straight. It's nice to finally meet one of you."

"My name's Waver Velvet--shouldn't we get you some help first?" Of all the places to be in such a state, Waver thought, this was probably the most convenient.

She laughs. "What, this? I've seen worse! Back a few hundred years, with that Myotismon horde-- that was bad!"

Still leaning, she pushes herself up so she's standing better. "No, not yet. It just takes some time to heal, I'll do it naturally."

"Er..." That was not an idea Waver wanted to dwell upon. The last thing they needed was a horde of anything. "If you say so, fine. What was it you wanted to talk about?"

"First of all, I'm sorry." She sighs.

"There's no other way to say it. I wanted to protect you from Jupitermon's justice, but I was reckless, and got your city...poofed."

Not blown up, just gone.

"Poofed." he repeated, incredulous. That was a hell of a way to phrase it.

"But it's just data, right? Isn't there some kind of...I don't know, a backup copy?"

She shrugs helplessly. Bad idea, she winces.

"You need to reassess your way of thinking about this place. It's data, but it's a place. It can be rebuilt, accessed somewhere, but it didn't get destroyed. It literally vanished. That's data, some of that Tokyo city- everything, mixed together. Lucky enough the Digimon went to Primary Village, any Chosen stuck weren't gone with it."

It took a moment to process--thinking in terms of both data and real world logic was a whole confusing mess.

"But if it vanished, does that mean it went somewhere specific or that it's just nonexistent?"

She's quiet for a moment.

"I wish I had those answers."

"And I wish I hadn't seen that one coming."

Pressing a hand to his face, Waver tried to repress the oncoming tension headache.

"Look, I don't know about you, but I've just about had it with being up to our eyes in overpowered and giant Digimon buggering up everything. So if you would please explain just what the hell is going on with you, the other giant one you seem to have an issue with, Titamon, Sakuyamon, and anybody I'm bloody missing, I would certainly appreciate it!"

Minervamon listens to his outrage and she closes her eyes, nodding.

"This isn't fair to you. None of this is." She opens her eyes and looks him straight. "I am part of a group called the Olympus XII. That much, I imagine Venusmon's told you... Jupitermon was once our leader, but something happened. He became...warped. Different. One day he started talking about finding a way to make all the worlds one.

"I disagreed with him a lot before, but this... I struck out. Not all of the group agreed with him, and the ones who didn't... Well, except for Venusmon, they followed me."

Waver took a breath and made an effort to calm down--getting angry at someone willing to actually give him information was a terrible idea.

"So this group of yours split up." he confirmed, speaking mostly to himself. "And this 'something' that made him different, I'd wager that's to do with the SCOPE Virus or some other godforsaken thing."

It seemed sound logic at the moment, anyway.

"What about Venusmon, what did she do?"

"The SCOPE Virus... It came later, as far as I know." It hurts her to say this. She focuses on his question.

"She's a tricky one. Venusmon said she didn't want anything to do with the...factions we were making. When the first Chosen started appearing, she said she'd ally herself with you." She frowns, and for a moment she looks childish. "But that's what I want to do too, so she's just being stubborn."

"So why wait this long? If you wanted to ally yourselves with us, it might've been easier to make that and yourselves a little more obvious."

"We were stuck. It's... Okay. Think of it like this. When everything started merging, we were on a higher plane of existence." She has two hands above each other. "Before, we could come and go easily between them, like... Like there was an invisible beanstalk!"

What a stupid way of saying it.

"But then, everything got thrown out of whack. The frequencies didn't match, so the beanstalk disappeared!"

Her hands unaligned.

"It took longer to even get down here. By the time I did, Jupitermon was already at your city."

Soon after the announcement, there's a soft growl- slowly rising as a giant catwoamn jumps from one of the nearby windows and lands, crouching, right next to the God digimon. Neku clings to her back eye slitted in preparation for an attack, with his Syakomon pressed between them. The manic little rookie jumps free, at once snarling at the mega and hopping up and down.

"Get out, go away, we don't want you here!"

Yu, on Raidramon like usual, was doing a lazy circuit of the town. Just a casual check for any issues. He has to admit: he's surprised Minervamon is still here. Sakuyamon tended to show up, drop info bombs, then bugger off again pretty quick. Yu suspects she's giving herself time to recover.

"Enjoying the town, Ma'am?"

[Bumblebee hadn't seen the destruction of the city with his own two eyes, but he'd certainly witnessed its fallout. Coronamon is equally as tense as the two of them emerge from the hospital. Neither are under any illusions: Minervamon is a powerful digimon, and there's little they can do against her if for any reason she wanted to take action. At the same time, he'd also heard that she had been fighting (recklessly) on the Chosen's behalf. At this point, they're not sure what to think. Coronamon is already instinctively in front of Bumblebee, speaking where his partner cannot. Maybe now they can get some real answers.]

[Coronamon's tone of voice is neither friendly not overtly hostile. It's just careful.]
You wanted to talk, so talk. What're you doing here?

"I'm not an idiot, you really didn't need to go as far as a beanstalk comparison."

Sheesh.

"So this whole thing with the worlds meshing together, that's likely to be his doing, then?"

"I've been looking for you."

And with that she reaches for Minervamon's ear, and yanks it upwards. Linefacing at the child God the whole time.

When did Venusmon get here?

Edited 2014-01-15 18:33 (UTC)

Marching along idly with his two digimon in tow, Rowan hadn't been expecting to see anyone of particular note on his walk - not that all people weren't notable in some way, but most were just as casual as himself, not wandering Gods.

He debated continuing along but ultimately shrugged it off and altered his path, coming alongside the woman with one of his ever so cheery smiles.

"Good morning milady. Seeing that you're up and about, I assume you're feeling a bit better? I do hope so. Your fight was terribly dreadful, after all. not that I need to tell you that. Did you at least give him what's for?" he asked, gesturing two light punches.

A sheepish look passes Minervamon's face. "Trying to explain it to Digimon gets weird looks, what can I say?"

And then she's serious again, just like that. "The worlds merging is definitely his fault. But he can't control it anymore, because Titamon stole the ARCloner."

A scowl crosses her lips.

"Who knows what's worse there."

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