Chapter 52: Innate Technique
They left the station by sundown.
An army of cats sang a symphony on their way out. Yuan would have expected this to result in a terrible cacophony, but their caretaker spirit had drilled them to musical perfection. They all purred and meowed in unison. As for Mordiggian and the few passengers who elected to become his future meal, they simply waved them off.
“Goodbye, goodbye!” Lady Tama shouted as the spirit-train left the station. “See you at the next station, yes, yes!”
“Goodbye, Lady Tama!” Orient waved back from the locomotive window, her words echoed by gunfire. Bucket and the others thought it wise to waste some spare ammo on their departure, which slightly annoyed Yuan. Creating bullets consumed qi, and he was loath to use more than he should.
Nonetheless, they managed to reach Headshot Forge without encountering the plastic men and picked up Arc easily enough. True to her word, she agreed to set up shop in the Fire Car if it managed to suppress her Authority.
“Is it working?” Yuan asked his mentor once she set foot inside her allocated space. Headshot Forge began to overlay with the temple structure the moment Arc set foot inside, with the air smelling of gunpowder and the pillars supporting the roof taking on the shape of rifle barrels. The changes were noticeable, but nowhere near as spectacular as Yuan would have expected.
“Sort of,” Arc replied with a shrug. “It’s less comfortable for me than when I sit on a leyline directly and I could break out easily if I tried.”
“And if you don’t?”
“Then it’s manageable, though any breach in the design will cause my Authority to go haywire again. Sucks for anyone entering too. I don’t think I can stop myself from attacking Scraps.”