All these people leaving... you guys need to realize that people come and go. And that's without being jerked around by forces beyond our control.

I'm not saying people shouldn't be sad, or that people shouldn't regret it, but... it's the reality we have to live with.

We need to focus on what to do with our numbers diminished, in any case.

 [So yeah, that whole true-form thing happened, and needless to say, Wheeljack's not happy that he's back in his tiny, fleshy body. So not-happy that he punched a wall out of anger.  Needless to say, he's got it in bandages right now.

You idiot.]

I'll be at Digital Dive if anyone needs me.



Try not to need me.

[There's no Digimon this time. It seems like they know him well enough to give him some quiet time.]

[On the last day of January, a message pops up on the D-Terminal network from something that's...not quite a D-Terminal. At least, not a traditional one. It comes across the same, however, and there's Minervamon, adjusting the view and- is that a palace behind her? Buckingham Palace?]

Whoa, took this thing long enough. Hello, Minervamon here, it sure has been a few weeks, yep. [Oops.] In reentering this plane, the communication device Volcanusmon made for me, well. It kinda malfunctioned. I thought I sent out something at least a week ago.

[She appears sheepish, but then she gets down to business.]

This place here? It's what I'm setting up as... Well, I guess where I'm staying on this plane. Looked really abandoned and lonely and big. I'll direct the other members of my group here when they eventually arrive.

That probably doesn't matter much to a lot of you. I'd been thinking, I got to talk to some of you guys, but those still traveling, or too busy, or...just not around, nope. And the game of he-said, she-said, she-said-- that's pretty dangerous, don't you think? So... I guess here we go, the questions I was asked all-in-one.

[Minervamon sits against the statue outside the palace, getting comfy.]

I'm part of a group called the Olympus XII, and my name is Minervamon. The Digimon who attacked Terminal Tokyo before was Jupitermon. He took something called the ARCloner, a supposedly sentient program, and made it start to combine the worlds. That's why all this is happening. Jupitermon was once the leader of the Olympus XII, but he...well, this isn't something the old Jupitermon would do. He's changed. So me and several others separated from him. My group consists of myself, Marsmon, Volcanusmon, and Dianamon. Jupitermon's is Neptunemon, Merukimon, Apollomon, Ceresmon, and Bacchusmon. Venusmon's...neutral, I suppose. Don't ask about the twelfth member. Disappeared long ago, I don't even know them.

[She looks down for a moment; if her eyes could be seen, maybe they'd be closed...]

So the ARCloner. Well, Titamon took it. Big guy, green, really dangerous. No, defeating him is not easy. Yes, we've tried, and every time we've succeeded it's been with our combined power, and he always comes back, fast. We don't know how to find his base, as it keeps moving. He just wants to mess things up for Jupitermon, but well...who knows how long that means keeping the rest of us alive.

I want to stop Jupitermon and set the worlds straight-- it wasn't Jupitermon who called you here, B-T-Dubs. Don't think it was. He just got angry, hearing Lotusmon -- Ceresmon's servant -- died and seeing you talk of separating the worlds. The ARCloner and the Digital World itself bring in the Chosen, that's just how it's been. I don't have any control, but neither does Jupitermon.

...Speaking of me! I got questions of where I've been, before. I mentioned those planes? Well, there's a different level of existence. Like a bean-- ... [No one needs that metaphor. :c ] ...Well, it's different. It's higher, and it takes a lot of work to get from that one to this one, since the ARCloner messed some things up. Jupitermon took a long time getting down, and I was right behind him. That's where I was blasted back to, when your city...vanished.

Not blew up. It's just not there. It's complicated.

...I wanted to help you, but I went about it the wrong way, and I'm sorry. [Her voice is softer, and she's contemplative; the setting sun glints off her helmet.] There's nothing more I can do but to prove that. And...well, I'll do my best to.

[Then she brightens back up, like a kid.]

I think that's everything, but other questions, comments, concerns-- I've got this thing working and can use it to talk! Okay? Okay.

Minervamon, out.

[She salutes and ends the feed.]

So, um. There's no use keeping a lid on this anymore.

But uh... what's a good gift you get for someone you just started a relationship with?

I'm kinda not good at this either way, and I'm kind of down to the wire...

[locked to Guilmon]

For the record, Guilmon, I don't blame you or anything.

[You thought one bad sweater was enough? THINK AGAIN. Yes, it seems that Guilmon has discovered the joys how hideous attire, and he faces the video with a grin far too huge considering the circumstances.]

Everyone, you should go talk to Wheeljack right now and get one of these! He's got the best sweaters ever. Guilmon's looks cool, doesn't it? It's got diamonds and three different colors and it's fuzzy. Guilmon's never worn something fuzzy like this before. Do you think Guilmon could hide dark powers under a sweater, or is that just for scarves?

[...Yes, Kyubimon's speech still resonates with him. But, after a bit of laughter, his expression sobers a bit.]

Oh, and does anybody know ways to cheer people up? Takato's really sad right now, and he's been acting funny ever since the training party. When Guilmon asked why, he said something about Juri and Ruki, but I don't really know why. Juri and Ruki are our friends! And isn't it normal for friends to spend time together? Or is there some other way people are together that Guilmon doesn't know?

[ooc: Though the threads aren't finished yet, Takato found out about certain things at the training party. This is Guilmon's response... and also sweaters.]