The rest of the night for Imgor, Alexander, and Sapphire was effectively uneventful. Whatever else they did, it was not interrupted by outside forces. Indeed, the week of waiting for their switch-weapons to be properly forged was quite uneventful, but it was likely a welcome change of pace, allowing them to relax and think about things.

Before they knew it, it appears the date arrived. A friday, it was, and they could, for some strange reason, simply feel that their proper tools were finished. A long, fulfilling partnership between man and metal was just about to begin. Their mentor warned them about this odd emotion. As long as anybody could remember, it appears that something just clicks in a Hunters' mind when their proper armament is finally forged and tuned to their specifications and desires. Perhaps its just how the world works? Maybe the sprites and spirits that assist the Hunters ensure that it happens? Whatever the case, it was an odd, permeating sentiment.

They should acquire their things. Joshua-[color=8493ca]"Daddy's home!"[/color]

...Was already there. He kicked open the hideouts' door, a happy look on his old face, and a surprisingly large bag of items followed him. This was odd, especially considering it was barely morning! He quickly plopped his ass down in the foyer and started reviewing the contents of his bag. [color=8882be]"Oh!"[/color], he alerted as everyone was likely getting up, and seeing what the commotion was about [color=8882be]"We'll likely get visitors! The friendly kind though."[/color]