After about an hour of Azazel scolding me on how I made the living room look like some sort of modern art piece, he let me come out of my room and told me how the request went. The entire time, I could practically feel his newfound disappoint in me.
"Can I finally get to making some guns now?" I asked while feeling pretty excited, as if I didn't just get chewed out by my system. Mostly, because I really wanted to try making a gun already.
[Yes, Eve, you can go make some guns, I already turned the 'training room' into a decent smithy with the equipment I got from Hephaestus]
"Fuck yeah!" I quickly ran to, what was once, the training room after he answered my question.
The moment I entered that room I was immediately hit with a wave of heat coming from the already lit forge that was set against the wall. The heat from it felt comforting, kind of like my aura when I first started training it, but not as constricting as it was. It made me feel like this was where I belonged the most, in a room where I could make plenty of weapons to help me get what I want. Safe to say, I already liked my new workshop, even if it's essentially a hand-me-down from Hephaestus.
I went back to grab a few of my blueprints after that, so I could decide which one I would make first. Though, I was having trouble making my choice, since I really wanted to make all of them, especially the one's that are basically canons.
"Zel! I need your help! Which one should I make first?" I said towards Azazel's panel, though instead of answering my question, he asked one of his own.
[Zel?]
"It's your nickname. Now answer the question man! I'm seriously having trouble picking one!" I put some of the extremely detailed blueprints in front of his panel, since I wanted him to hurry up and pick one for me.
[I- um- I guess the Plasma Cutter then?]
Azazel said the name of the first gun he saw without thinking, because he was a bit flustered at the fact that I already made a nickname for him.
"The Plasma Cutter?" I said as I looked back at the blueprints in my hands. While looking at it, I cupped my chin and started to work out how I would go about making it.
"Well, I would have to replace the energy it uses for something else... maybe Hard-Light Dust? There's the issue with it being less tech based too, since I don't know much on the subject, so I'd have to alter the design a bit. But, that could be a good way to make it my own. Not to mention it would be pretty interesting to see how a Grimm's body reacts to it, which is a massive positive, if it works out well. All in all, this seems like a good way to test out the limits of my skill, and could be a damn good weapon too!" I finished off as I stored the rest of the blueprints in my inventory.
"Thanks Zel! You're the best!" I said as I quickly started to make some non-flammable clothes with Clothing Generation, since my oversized hoodie didn't seem appropriate for making guns.
[Why do I suddenly feel sorry for the Grimm?...]
I had already started changing into my newly made clothes, and putting the other ones into my inventory, by the time Azazel started to question if he made the right choice. But, as I was tying a heat-resistant apron around my waist (also made with Clothing Generation), a question came to mind.
"Hey, Zel? Do you think I should add Beowolf bones to it? Cause, I still got all those bones from that pack I killed, and I still haven't found a good use for them." Outside of putting them in a broth for extra flavor, or using them to feed my aura, I haven't really found anything worth keeping them around for. So, maybe using them as materials for my guns could be somewhat useful.
[I don't know. Grimm bones are something that, quite literally, shouldn't exist. So, there's no way of knowing if that's a good or bad idea]
"So... what you're saying is that I have a material that only I have access to, that no one else has ever interacted with, and it's basically a physical paradox?..." A somewhat creepy smile started to grow on my face as I spoke. The idea of using the Beowolf bones in my 'Plasma Cutter' sounding pretty exciting at this point.
[I just fucked over the Grimm more, didn't I?...]
I only laughed like a mad scientist as I went into the smithy and began to work on my new gun, or rather guns.
You see, I couldn't just stop at the one gun, since I didn't know what the best method to use the bones in this were, nor would I know if it was an upgrade in comparison to how it would be without the bones.
So, I made three versions of the altered Plasma Cutter, which I decided I would name the best of them, Grimm Fate. One was made with no Beowolf bones, one was made with crushed Beowolf teeth mixed into the metal, and the third was made by carving a femur to make the grip and trigger of the weapon.
I think it took me about a day or three to get everything finished, I couldn't really tell, since I forgot to keep track of time after I started working. Though, I did make sure to leave the smithy every now and again to make more food, since I didn't want to go into Frenzy Mode and risk eating all my work. Also, I did eventually finish making the Beoburgers, and they tasted better than I burger I've ever had. Though, that's not saying much, since I've only had those microwavable ones you can buy at the grocery store, and I always got the ones on clearance.
Anyways, the bulk of my time was spent on two things, restarting from scratch, and carving the femur. I had to restart from scratch a couple times because I failed to control my strength, and ended up turning whatever I was working on into scrap. The carving though, that one I was forced to take my time on, since it turns out that after the bones have been dried of any Grimm blood, they became a fuck ton stronger. So, I had to slowly carve them with the clawed gauntlets of Bloody Berserker, because any knife I used couldn't even leave a scratch on them.
After I finally finished all the metal parts, carving the bone, and making Hard-Light Dust cartridges for ammo, I took all of it to the living room to get to the second half of my work.
[I can't tell if you're doing this as an extra fuck you to the Beowolves, or if you just genuinely want to use that as your 'signature']
Azazel said as I finished engraving a cat on the frame of the last gun. I was the one that made them, so it was only natural for me to be the one to put a custom signature on my work. Especially since they can't really be considered Plasma Cutters anymore after all the modifications I had to make.
"Why not both?" I said as I started to assemble the firearms with only mild difficulty, mostly because Movement Prediction made it a little weird to accurately put them together.
[Fair. So, are you just going to shoot them and pick whichever does the most damage?]
"No, that isn't the only thing I need to take into consideration." I said as I loaded a Dust cartridge into first newly finished weapon.
[Seriously? Isn't damage the most important stat to focus on with any weapon?]
"With most, yeah, it is. But, with guns you need to think about a lot more than just the damage it could do. I need to consider stuff like range, recoil, accuracy, fire rate, reload speed, and how much Dust is used in each shot. If I didn't think about all that, and only focused on damage, I might as well be using a grenade taped to my hand." I spoke with an even tone as I placed the finished gun down onto the coffee table and started to assemble the next one.
[I know it's your skill talking, but it still feels weird to see you act so... logical? Calm? I don't know what it is, I just know it's weird]
"I don't see what's so weird about it." I said as I finished the second gun. "Perfect Gunsmith literally gave me a fuck ton of info on how to be a 'perfect gunsmith'. So, of course it'll give me enough info on what makes a good gun."
As I spoke I loaded the next Dust cartridge into the second gun, and placed it on the coffee table with the other one. Then I looked at Azazel's panel as if he were the biggest dumbass I've ever met.
"Also, I'm dealing with Dust, Zel. I need to keep a cool head if I don't want to accidentally blow my ass up, again." I may consider myself a dumbass with all my heart, but even I know to be careful when dealing with shit that could potentially kill me. Sure, Bloody Berserker can heal me pretty damn fast, but it's not real regeneration, there are still limits to it that I don't want to risk ever finding.
[Okay, fine, but still, I just find it weird whenever you aren't acting like a raging cunt, or a crazy bitch]
I rolled my eyes at his panel before I started assembling the final gun, the one with the grip made from a Beowolf femur. A part of me couldn't wait to finally fire my very first guns, and it's for that, that I'm glad that I saved this one for last. Because, getting too excited causes my control on my strength to falter a bit, which is what I learned thoroughly while I was making the parts for the guns.
The second I finished the last one, I loaded the cartridge, stored all the guns in my inventory, and went to the door that lead to the Forever Fall replica. I almost thought the door would break with how fast I flung it open, but, luckily, it didn't seem to suffer any damage.
After double-checking to make sure I didn't fuck up the door, I went deep into the forest, deeper than I've ever gone before. I did this because I don't really know how destructive these things will be, and I don't want to risk accidentally hitting the door. For all I know, that could cut off my only means of getting into my 'home'.
Once I was sure that I went far enough, I started testing out the guns, with the one that had no bones in it as the first on the chopping block.
I set it to fire horizontally and shot at the first tree I saw. The moment I pulled the trigger, and used a bit of my aura to activate the Dust inside, I was left speechless. Because from the gun a light blue crescent-like blade made from the Hard-Light Dust shot out, cut through the first tree and then cut through two more trees that were unfortunate enough to be behind the first!
"Holy shit...." I felt of mix of confusion and surprise as I watched the trees fall to the ground, kicking up some dirt as each hit the forest floor.
The range seemed to be decent, there was barely any recoil, the accuracy was okay, but everything else... When I looked down at the Dust cartridge I saw that more than half was used in that one shot. It's seems pretty powerful, and it did shock me at first, but the first one wouldn't be that useful in the long run.
After I got over my brief shock, I stored away the first one and got out the teeth mixed one to see it's capabilities.
It did seem a little lighter in my hand than the first one, which is probably because of the Beowolf teeth that I mixed in. When I fired it at another tree, the blade it fired was thinner and had a slightly darker color. The thinner state of it seemed take make it faster, but also made it more delicate and unstable. The blade easily cut through the first tree, but it barely made it half-way on the second, which was a little disappointing.
What wasn't disappointing though, was the fact that less than a fifth of the Dust was used, so it could be fired more, even if it won't be as impactful. So, definetly better in the long run, but probably not as good against more durable opponents.
Now, it was time for the last one, the one with the femur for a grip, the one that I'm really hoping doesn't dissappoint me because of how much time I spent on making it. And, luckily, it didn't, in fact it did the exact opposite.
The moment I went to fire it, my aura suddenly flared and covered the weapon, causing me to almost let go of the gun, thinking that the Dust inside would blow up if I didn't. But, my gut told me that I would regret it if I let go now, so against my better judgement, I tightened my grip on the weapon, and pulled the trigger.
When I did, instead of a light blue blade, a pure black one shot out, which caused a lot more destruction than either of the other two. The blade went clean through five trees, and as soon as it made contact with the sixth, it created an explosion that managed to throw me to the ground even though I was a good distance away from the blast area.
[That was... unexpected... Eve, you good?]
I didn't reply to Azazel's question, instead I raised my right hand and looked at the gun that was still in my grasp. The bone that made the grip now had a lightning like pattern that spread out from where I was holding it, though it didn't seem damaged, it looked more like they were engraved into the grip. Also, the Dust cartridge looked like barely a twentieth of its contents were used in that shot.
The range of it was far better than the other two, the explosion knocked me back and not the recoil, the accuracy and fire rate I'll have to run more test on, and it barely used that much Dust. It was far superior than the others in practically every way possible. Safe to say, this was definitely the winner of my little test.
"Oh~ I'm just peachy, Zel." I said as a crazed smile spread across my face. Yeah, Azazel was right to feel bad for the Grimm earlier, cause if they weren't fucked before, they definitely are now.