Nate shook his head at Alex as he hurried about getting the stage set up for the next scene. "Alright, so you've got a good excuse for having all of this stuff here, but I really don't see how you're going to turn this little stage into a cliffside for the next scene..."

"It'll work." Alex's tail waved frantically as he spoke. "Trust me, with the forces I've got working for me we'll be able to pull off anything for this play."

"Anything, huh?" Nate adjust the scarf around his neck and gave Alex a skeptical look. "I don't believe it."

"Yea yea... no imagination." Alex chuckled as he went back to work. A loud clang was suddenly heard and Alex glanced over to where the noise had sounded from with a shocked look. "What happened?"

Brandon and Frank were standing at the back of the auditorium. They had been sparring with the prop swords they had been given, preparing for their next scene. However, now Brandon had a large grin on his face and Frank was staring down at the halved sword in his hands, the rest of the blade lying on the floor near him.

"My sword broke." Frank held the weapon up for Alex to see, and somewhere on the other side of the auditorium the Windian Trio busted up laughing. Alex shot Jason, Chad and David and annoyed look before turning to Frank and rubbing is neck in thought.

"Um... hey Nate." He motioned to the Persona User. "Let Frank borrow your prop sword for this next scene. Can someone get some super glue?" The cast members scurried about to carry out Alex's orders and Brandon headed off to get changed for his next scene. Alex went back to working on the stage.

"Bro," Diane walked up to him, her tail flicking. "You said there was gonna be swordplay in this thing... where is it?"

"Soon enough." Alex chuckled at his impatient sister and looked at his set. "Yea... that'll do. Hey Brandon!" The woren called out as he spun around to look for the windian in question. "You ready for your scene?"

Brandon walked towards the stage, dressed in his new outfit. He was wearing a black shirt, black gloves, black bandana holding his hair back, black pants, a black belt and a black mast that covered the top half of his face. His black wings fluttered lightly as he tapped the black sheath of the rapier that hung at his side. "So how do I look?"

"Um..." Janet walked up to inspect Brandon's new outfit. "You look black..."

"Yea." Brandon rolled his eyes. "Thanks."