[X] Plan Dusk of Walpurgisnacht - 151 hours remain -
You return to your apartment sometime around midnight.That just leaves six days and seven hours until Walpurgisnacht arrives, you think to yourself as you unlock the door. Amy is there waiting for you as you take your shoes off, but before you can give her the affection you know she's looking for, she scampers off. She must smell Assassin on you.
"I'm sorry about today," you say to Assassin; you can't see her, but you can feel the tug of her mana against yours, and you can sense her presence nearby. She isn't trying very hard to conceal herself. "I keep meaning to include you when we go out, but it's as if Fate were conspiring against that."
Assassin appears beside you, saying to you "It is regrettable, but unfortunate circumstances are not uncommon to me."
"Still, I feel bad, because I keep meaning to include you but everything else around me seems to be against the idea." You hope that, with this resurgence of witches in the area, that over the course of the next few days you'll find more chances for Assassin to join you out in the field.
Assassin nods, and as the two of you take your places in the living room for another night of business as usual, she asks you "Tell me, master; what will you be practicing tonight?"
"Projections," you say. You've had plenty of time to become quite adept at one of the arts denied to you by your choice of wish, but having just reached what you feel to be a milestone for Inguz, you've decided to revisit your old efforts to see if there's anything you can look at with fresh eyes to perhaps improve. "However, there is something else I would like to do first."
It's an idea that's been floating around inside your head for awhile now, but one which until recently you had no way of making a reality. From the confines of your shield you produce a Beretta pistol, laying it on the table as you say to Assassin "Modern firearms are powerful weapons, against non-magical opponents; but against a magical foe there's not a whole lot they can do. What I'd like to do tonight is to see if I can make this ordinary pistol into a Mystic Code to be used against magical opponents, similar to how I use my arrows."
"That's quite the task you've lain out for yourself," Archer says, appearing on the opposite side of the couch from you. "Do you even have an idea of how you might accomplish that?"
"I do." At the start of this timeline, Tomoe-san had suggested that you use your magic to enchant your firearms, as a stopgap until you had been able to produce a magical weapon of your own. You shrugged off her suggestion at the time because you knew from experience that you didn't have the magic to make it work; but now that you have the Primordial Runes at your disposal... "I would like to engrave an Isa rune inside the barrel, so that when the bullet is passed over the rune it activates to impart its effect."
Archer nods his head in approval, saying to you "Good answer. But, how are you going to do that? Do you have the right tools to do that; or even know what the right tools would be?"
"I..." You hadn't made it that far, actually. "No," you say, hanging your head. "I thought I might try to cold-etch it, the same way I did for my ring, but I don't know if I have the tools to do that down the length of the barrel."
"I'm not sure that would be safe, even if you had the tools to do it," Archer says. "If your cold-etching messed up the way the barrel was heat treated, you'd only be putting a grenade in your hands."
"Do you have a better solution, then?"
"As a matter of fact, I do." Before you have a chance to ask Archer what his better solution is, he's reached for and picked up the pistol. There's something strange, seeing the way Archer contemplates the pistol in his grasp as he mutters to himself, before setting the pistol back down on the table. "Alright, the best way to approach this is the direct one."
"What do you mean?" As if he had been doing it for his entire life, Archer clears the pistol, drops the magazine, and performs a field strip. "I'm impressed," you say. "You're as fast as I am at that." Archer nods, but you weren't prepared for what he does next. Before you have a chance to ask why he's stood the barrel up on its end, Archer has Projected a short blade into his grasp, and with it slices through the barrel as though it were a block of butter. You stare, and when you finally work up the ability to speak, you can say only one thing. "What the hell did you do that for?"
"What I've done is made it so you can do your engraving without needing a whole bunch of special tools to reach down the barrel," Archer says, setting the two halves of the barrel down in front of you. "Once you're done, it'll be a snap for me to put it back together as if it had just left the factory."
Stare pick up one of the two halves of the barrel, staring at Archer with an incredulous eye. "And you're sure doing it this way will be less harmful than if I cold-etched it?"
"One-hundred per cent." In addition to slicing the barrel in half, Archer Projects a number of tools for you; short punches with tiny but razor-sharp tips. "Those punches have had their tips reinforced," he says, pushing the set towards you. "You can use those to engrave your runes. Just remember to work carefully; they're very sharp, and I don't want you hurting yourself working with them."
"Don't worry, dad," you say; you roll your eyes, but on the inside you both know what a big step it is for you to call Archer 'dad' to his face. "I'll be fine." After figuring out where the best place to put your rune along the rifling of the barrel would be, you trace the outline of your rune into the barrel with a pencil, and as you reach for the first punch you say "Thank you."
"No problem at all. Just call me when you're ready for me to fix it up."
Archer vanishes while you get to work, but reappears not long afterwards with a book, and as you scratch away at the inside of the barrel-half, Archer takes up his place opposite you and reads. Your hands make quick work of the task, while Assassin's hands make quick work of you; and oh dear lord that sounded very wrong. You make a mental note to never think of Assassins hands on you that way again. Finally, as you blow away the last minuscule metal shavings to complete your work, you say "There. All done," as you present Archer with the two halves of the barrel to be repaired.
Archer takes the two halves from you, and asks you "So, were you thinking of trying this out now?" as he gets to work seamlessly merging them back into a single, solid piece, which he returns to you once he finishes.
"No," you respond. "I could, but unlike the Mikuni mansion I don't have a Bounded Field set up to cancel out noise; so if I were to shoot this someone might hear it; and even if nobody did, if I've done this correctly I'd just end up with a big chunk of ice on the wall that one of us-" You lock eyes with Archer. "-would be responsible for cleaning up afterwards." Once you've reassembled the pistol, you return it to the confines of your shield. "No, I think I'll wait to use this on the next witch we run into."
"Alright," Archer says. "You're the boss." The two of you share a brief laugh, and Archer asks "So, how about you and your old man do some family practicing together, huh? I know you've got more on your mind tonight than just this."
"I suppose that's not an unreasonable request," you say; and while Assassin continues to work her hands against you, you and Archer continue your own work, well into the night.