Two boys stood in a strange darkness, looking around and being quite bored. They could see themselves clearly, but nothing else...
But c'mon, you should have the hang of this by now.
Davis and T.K. were waiting for the second challenge in the 'contest for Kari', as the being who'd set this all up said. The first had been a test of their knowledge, so they assumed this next would have something to do with strength...
Kharn, the mysterious being mentioned above, appeared between the two, appearing as if from mist. He was still in black everything mode, though his rail gin was nowhere to be seen, and there was now a large, circular object hanging from his belt. It looked like an oversized CD player.
"Well, guys, are you ready for the next challenge?"
Both nodded.
"Excellent! Mmhm, mhm. Now, in order to prove you have more qualities than your opponent, you two shall have a fight... of sorts."
Davis frowned. "What the hell do you mean, 'of sorts'?!"
"I mean, that you will fight each other-- but not with your bodies, mhm, mhm. You see, Kari might not just be out for a knowledgeable guy-- she might want him to have an imagination too."
Kharn waved both hands, and suddenly the three were in a space of white, almost exactly the same as the previous void since they could see themselves, and the darkness/brightness, and nothing else.
"So, to test your imagination, I'm going to let you choose anything-- and I mean ANYTHING-- you can think of, and you will fight with it. Of course, mmph, mmhm, I'll have to make some modifications to make the fight even, but that's all."
"So how do we--" T.K. was rudely interrupted when behind each boy, a huge variety, range and etc. of weapons, mecha, and etc. appeared on immense racks, coming from one end of the white void and going to the other, filling the whole thing.
Before anyone could say anything, T.K. turned to Kharn and said, "I hope you know, you're going to get your ass copyright-sued back to the Stone Age for this. I mean, the trench coat alone was obvious--"
Kharn began to glow red. "Shut up. Now."
"'kay," T.K. replied timidly.
"Mhm. Now, as I was saying, you two may choose anything you want from behind you. Remember, this is a test of your imagination-- anything you can think of will be there. You both get two things each: one vehicle, and one hand-to-hand weapon. Begin."
T.K. and Davis dashed around madly, trying to find the most powerful things they could think of. What would they choose?
*****
Half an hour later, they were ready. Kharn had transported their weapons to the battlefield already, so that they wouldn't be able to devise anything beforehand. Both were getting ready, when Kharn reappeared and said, "The fight begins now."
Abruptly, they were in their vehicles, on opposite sides of a large field. Above them, in huge writing, appeared a line of words, which were also said out loud by a booming voice: "DEATHSCYTHE HELL CUSTOM GUNDAM VERSUS BIG GIANT ROBOT THING!!!" And after a few seconds, "FIGHT!!!"
T.K. had the big Gundam, while Davis had chosen some large, strange robot which was covered with small chain gun turrets. Both rushed at each other, T.K. swinging his scythe and Davis letting loose with a humongous fist. Both collided without causing much damage to each other, and they jumped back a bit apart.
Davis fired all his turrets all at once, which forced T.K. evenfurther back, but T.K. then leaped again and swiped with the energy blade on his scythe. Davis stepped back, but a number of his guns were sheared off. Before T.K. could recover, he rammed the Gundam's chest plate rapidly, which knocked T.K. back.
This continued for a while, and by the end of the match both mecha were extremely battered. Davis' had no turrets left at all, and T.K.'s scythe had folded in on itself. They were reduced to pounding on each other with big metal fists.
And, all of a sudden, both mecha froze at the same time, and inside each, red lights and loud alarms warned Davis and T.K. that they couldn't fight anymore. Writing reappeared in the sky, and the voice came back. "TIE!!!'
In the next instant, both stood in the same field, but their mecha had disappeared, and beside each lay their hand-to-hand weapons. T.K. picked up a large sword which appeared to have parts of a gun melded into it, while Davis grabbed his extremely large sword, which sported an assortment of colourful stones...
They looked at each other's weapons for a few moments.
"FF7?"
"FF8?"
Both shook off the shock of such a coincidence, T.K. doing this faster. He aimed his gunblade at Davis and let losse. They hit Davis, but funnily enough, all that happened was that he flinched. Then he jumped and slashed at T.K., which got the same reaction.
They waited for a few seconds, then T.K. actually went and slashed Davis back. But Davis, this time, spun his sword in front of him, put it on a magnetized clip on his back (?) and thrust his hands forward. He yelled at the top of his lungs, "FIRE THREE!!!", and T.K was then engulfed in big balls of fire.
"Hey, no fair! I never figured out how magic worked in FF8!" cried T.K., who could do nothing but shoot at Davis again.
"Are you kidding?! It was easy!" Davis cast another spell, and this time he yelled "ULTIMA!!!" and a green blast surrounded them.
This hurt T.K. quite a lot, and he began to glow red. He then slashed wildly at Davis, doing quite a lot more than he previously had. This, in turn, triggered Davis' limit break, who did practically the same thing.
This battle was beginning to get repetitive, and so Kharn, from his hidden vantage point, waved his hand at the two boys. Their weapons disappeared, and they were left to a plain old fist-fight.
This lasted quite a while longer, and neither got much of an advantage. When they stopped fighting, it was because they could no longer move. They were tired, bloodied, and just couldn't take any more.
They fell to the groud beside each other, panting from the exertion. "So... did... I... win?" asked Davis weakly.
"No... I... won... I... did... much... better..." was T.K.'s reply.
"Actually, mhm, mhm, both of you broke even. Again."
Davis and T.K. looked up at Kharn. "WHAT?!?" was all either of them could say.
"Indeed. In fact, your imaginations were proven to be actually quite limited, and that last little bout showed that you're both also equally matched in strength, mmhm, mhm."
Davis slumped back. "Oh, for..."
"You've got to be kidding us!" T.K. said. "Did we really perform exactly the same?"
"Yes, you did, mmph, mmhm. I've kept a very close eye throughout this whole thing, and on the scale, you two measure up the same to the very smallest possible unit of weight or distcance or whatever it is that was trying to be measured here."
"Then... what do we do now?" asked Davis.
"Well, Kari gets a bit more time to look through the results, uninformative as they are, and then she chooses, and then I send you all back. Quite simple, really, mhm, mhm."
Kharn waved his hands once more over the two combatants, and all their wounds were instantly healed. "In the meantime, you two can do whatever you want. Oh," he waved one hand idly, "here are your partners back."
Veemon and Patamon appeared on the field, rushed over to the two and asked all those questions thet a really nice but really annoying friend would ask. You don't need to hear/read them here.
And, still invisible to them all, Kari watched T.K. and Davis, trying to make a decision.
Even though their wounds had been healed, they were still too tired to think, so Kari had to listen to the conversations they had with their Digimon. They were normal, as far as she could tell, and forgot that idea.
The time of choosing was drawing near. And she still hadn't decided...
She looked at Kharn, and wondered--
*No,* she thought, *that wouldn't be right. Davis and T.K. fought hard to get me. I couldn't leave them for...* She let the thought trail off.
*Could I?*
But c'mon, you should have the hang of this by now.
Davis and T.K. were waiting for the second challenge in the 'contest for Kari', as the being who'd set this all up said. The first had been a test of their knowledge, so they assumed this next would have something to do with strength...
Kharn, the mysterious being mentioned above, appeared between the two, appearing as if from mist. He was still in black everything mode, though his rail gin was nowhere to be seen, and there was now a large, circular object hanging from his belt. It looked like an oversized CD player.
"Well, guys, are you ready for the next challenge?"
Both nodded.
"Excellent! Mmhm, mhm. Now, in order to prove you have more qualities than your opponent, you two shall have a fight... of sorts."
Davis frowned. "What the hell do you mean, 'of sorts'?!"
"I mean, that you will fight each other-- but not with your bodies, mhm, mhm. You see, Kari might not just be out for a knowledgeable guy-- she might want him to have an imagination too."
Kharn waved both hands, and suddenly the three were in a space of white, almost exactly the same as the previous void since they could see themselves, and the darkness/brightness, and nothing else.
"So, to test your imagination, I'm going to let you choose anything-- and I mean ANYTHING-- you can think of, and you will fight with it. Of course, mmph, mmhm, I'll have to make some modifications to make the fight even, but that's all."
"So how do we--" T.K. was rudely interrupted when behind each boy, a huge variety, range and etc. of weapons, mecha, and etc. appeared on immense racks, coming from one end of the white void and going to the other, filling the whole thing.
Before anyone could say anything, T.K. turned to Kharn and said, "I hope you know, you're going to get your ass copyright-sued back to the Stone Age for this. I mean, the trench coat alone was obvious--"
Kharn began to glow red. "Shut up. Now."
"'kay," T.K. replied timidly.
"Mhm. Now, as I was saying, you two may choose anything you want from behind you. Remember, this is a test of your imagination-- anything you can think of will be there. You both get two things each: one vehicle, and one hand-to-hand weapon. Begin."
T.K. and Davis dashed around madly, trying to find the most powerful things they could think of. What would they choose?
*****
Half an hour later, they were ready. Kharn had transported their weapons to the battlefield already, so that they wouldn't be able to devise anything beforehand. Both were getting ready, when Kharn reappeared and said, "The fight begins now."
Abruptly, they were in their vehicles, on opposite sides of a large field. Above them, in huge writing, appeared a line of words, which were also said out loud by a booming voice: "DEATHSCYTHE HELL CUSTOM GUNDAM VERSUS BIG GIANT ROBOT THING!!!" And after a few seconds, "FIGHT!!!"
T.K. had the big Gundam, while Davis had chosen some large, strange robot which was covered with small chain gun turrets. Both rushed at each other, T.K. swinging his scythe and Davis letting loose with a humongous fist. Both collided without causing much damage to each other, and they jumped back a bit apart.
Davis fired all his turrets all at once, which forced T.K. evenfurther back, but T.K. then leaped again and swiped with the energy blade on his scythe. Davis stepped back, but a number of his guns were sheared off. Before T.K. could recover, he rammed the Gundam's chest plate rapidly, which knocked T.K. back.
This continued for a while, and by the end of the match both mecha were extremely battered. Davis' had no turrets left at all, and T.K.'s scythe had folded in on itself. They were reduced to pounding on each other with big metal fists.
And, all of a sudden, both mecha froze at the same time, and inside each, red lights and loud alarms warned Davis and T.K. that they couldn't fight anymore. Writing reappeared in the sky, and the voice came back. "TIE!!!'
In the next instant, both stood in the same field, but their mecha had disappeared, and beside each lay their hand-to-hand weapons. T.K. picked up a large sword which appeared to have parts of a gun melded into it, while Davis grabbed his extremely large sword, which sported an assortment of colourful stones...
They looked at each other's weapons for a few moments.
"FF7?"
"FF8?"
Both shook off the shock of such a coincidence, T.K. doing this faster. He aimed his gunblade at Davis and let losse. They hit Davis, but funnily enough, all that happened was that he flinched. Then he jumped and slashed at T.K., which got the same reaction.
They waited for a few seconds, then T.K. actually went and slashed Davis back. But Davis, this time, spun his sword in front of him, put it on a magnetized clip on his back (?) and thrust his hands forward. He yelled at the top of his lungs, "FIRE THREE!!!", and T.K was then engulfed in big balls of fire.
"Hey, no fair! I never figured out how magic worked in FF8!" cried T.K., who could do nothing but shoot at Davis again.
"Are you kidding?! It was easy!" Davis cast another spell, and this time he yelled "ULTIMA!!!" and a green blast surrounded them.
This hurt T.K. quite a lot, and he began to glow red. He then slashed wildly at Davis, doing quite a lot more than he previously had. This, in turn, triggered Davis' limit break, who did practically the same thing.
This battle was beginning to get repetitive, and so Kharn, from his hidden vantage point, waved his hand at the two boys. Their weapons disappeared, and they were left to a plain old fist-fight.
This lasted quite a while longer, and neither got much of an advantage. When they stopped fighting, it was because they could no longer move. They were tired, bloodied, and just couldn't take any more.
They fell to the groud beside each other, panting from the exertion. "So... did... I... win?" asked Davis weakly.
"No... I... won... I... did... much... better..." was T.K.'s reply.
"Actually, mhm, mhm, both of you broke even. Again."
Davis and T.K. looked up at Kharn. "WHAT?!?" was all either of them could say.
"Indeed. In fact, your imaginations were proven to be actually quite limited, and that last little bout showed that you're both also equally matched in strength, mmhm, mhm."
Davis slumped back. "Oh, for..."
"You've got to be kidding us!" T.K. said. "Did we really perform exactly the same?"
"Yes, you did, mmph, mmhm. I've kept a very close eye throughout this whole thing, and on the scale, you two measure up the same to the very smallest possible unit of weight or distcance or whatever it is that was trying to be measured here."
"Then... what do we do now?" asked Davis.
"Well, Kari gets a bit more time to look through the results, uninformative as they are, and then she chooses, and then I send you all back. Quite simple, really, mhm, mhm."
Kharn waved his hands once more over the two combatants, and all their wounds were instantly healed. "In the meantime, you two can do whatever you want. Oh," he waved one hand idly, "here are your partners back."
Veemon and Patamon appeared on the field, rushed over to the two and asked all those questions thet a really nice but really annoying friend would ask. You don't need to hear/read them here.
And, still invisible to them all, Kari watched T.K. and Davis, trying to make a decision.
Even though their wounds had been healed, they were still too tired to think, so Kari had to listen to the conversations they had with their Digimon. They were normal, as far as she could tell, and forgot that idea.
The time of choosing was drawing near. And she still hadn't decided...
She looked at Kharn, and wondered--
*No,* she thought, *that wouldn't be right. Davis and T.K. fought hard to get me. I couldn't leave them for...* She let the thought trail off.
*Could I?*
