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Stella
Of course, Stella hadn't shown up to tea with Aleron as herself. She had fragmented her conscience, hiding her true personality while giving Viceroy Abeque certain little things on purpose and other things without knowing it. Memories of the school. Vague memories about Angela, Aaron, Walking Earth and Serra. Without knowing it, she had left her current hatred that flared to live of Zane alongside a feeling of betrayal she doesn't understand. The scent of tea and cake is rudely interupted by a body crashing onto the table. Although the viceroy admits it is rather funny to see Aleron get tea to the face, she too forms the tea in her cup into a blade, more reflex than anything. Stella had left her control to a limited degree of water. She jumps further back when Zane sends lightning in her direction. At least he noticed her, but it doesn't help the intense hatred she's feeling for him. Ramona hadn't even noticed her, which stung incredible for some reason. She can smell someone her brain identifies as Alais, along with another scent that she can't place. She watches the whole fight quietly, aware that Cyrus would step if need be. Stella herself takes the reins, already to shred something, her amber eyes glowing, fangs bared and nails sharpening back into claws.