The Armory

As Night walks down the stairs as everyone follows him. "When I first got here, I made this place with my powers, but I made it only in case of emergency's, and in what case is this not an emergency." Night then flicks the lights on showing an array of guns, knives, and some much more. "This place has everything you may want, take what you want." Night then turns around and notices everyone is already looking at weapons and armor. "Never gets old." Night then garbs a a piece of armor from the case in front of him. "Husker, Catch." Night then tosses Husker the armor, and as Husker catches it he looks at a dagger in front of him. "What is this bullshit, looks like a sword." Night then chuckles helping Charlie rack a shotgun. "It's for your tail, it's like my sword it reacts to the users thoughts." Night then opens the case in front of him grabbing a three pronged pitchfork embroidered with black flames. "Charlie this is for you, this was your dads very first weapon, and I think if anyone deserves to use it, is you." Night then hands it to Charlie, but she shakes her head no. "That weapon is made for a leader, you should use it." Night then grabs Charlie's hand wrapping it around the pitchfork. "I may know how to kill, but I'm no leader all of us here respect you, weather if it was recent or the entire time, the only one that this was mean't for was you." Night then puts his hand on Charlie's shoulder then all of a sudden Nights ear twitch towards the door and in an instant he whips around pointing his gun at the door. "Whoever is at that door I'm just warning you, you have about 8 different guns pointed at you!" Night walks up to the door and carefully opens it. "If I knew I was gonna be greeted like this I would have my gun out too." Night then puts his gun away hugging his brother. "How are you here, last time I heard anything about you was when you died." Night then let's go of his brother and turns around handing a knife to Angel Dust. "Well, this was a recent development, I came back about a day ago, but we have some work to do." Night then grabs his brothers axe out of a case on the wall and tosses it to him. "I'm assuming you wanna help us take our home back." Justin looks at his axe and admires that it's still in extremely good shape. "You bet your ass I'm gonna help." Night then smiles grabbing a revolver and holstering it on his side. "Then let's get started."