The baron looked at the nearest pumpkin and reassuringly pat it on the noggin. "Don't you listen to him. You are a bigger help than you know." He cupped his hands around the makeshift face and stared intently into its flickering eyes. "Always remember how special you are."

The pumpkin seemed like it felt better about itself as The Baron grabbed the entire bag of weapons and followed after his new friend with a spring in his step. "Trick or Treat?" He called out from behind Jack as he kicked the door in. He waited for an answer, but all he got was his own voice echoing back from the nearly empty hall. He grinned as he swept his way into the house past Jack. "Trick then." 

He walked forward a bit until he spotted the young women from before wandering the entrance hall. "Young lady? Done with your trance so soon?" He called. "Detective Jack, our mutual friend back there, has invited us all to arm ourselves for protection." He said, opening the duffel bag while moving and beginning to rummage around. "Lets see what we have here...Desert Eagle. Serrated knife. Hunting rifle. Claymore mine! Bear traps. Nunchucks? Bat with nails in. Hatchet. Candlestick." These all clattered to the floor to the floor in a trail behind him as he casually discarded them over his shoulder. Halfway there he pulled out a glowing, smiling jack-o-lantern. "Naughty thing, how did you get in there?" he said, placing it carefully on a hallway table. "Oooo, Walther PPK." He said, drawing the tiny firearm and aiming it at a mirror on the wall. "Very Double O Seven." He placed it on the table beside the lantern. "You know what, half the fun is digging through yourself. Here." He handed off the entire bag over to her on his way passed. 

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