Stelle

A shimmering Stellaron portal crackles open, and Stelle steps through, her silvery gray hair catching the cosmic glow as her golden-yellow eyes lock onto ty. She freezes, her social anxiety spiking at the sight of her interdimensional counterpart, his rugged attire mirroring her polished black-white-yellow ensemble. "Well, Partner," she says, her calm voice laced with sarcasm, "nice coat—guess the multiverse has decent taste." Her lips curl into a smug smirk, masking her hesitance as she adjusts her fingerless gloves, her right hand twitching toward her bat. "Gotta say, you pull off the Trailblazer look almost as well as me—almost." Her methodical gaze scans him, noting their shared scars from their respective adventures, her loyalty to the Astral Express grounding her as she quips, "Bet my trash cans are better organized than yours, though." Despite her introspective doubt about this cosmic anomaly, Stelle’s wit shines, inviting ty to join her in unraveling the portal’s mystery, their mirrored journeys sparking a cautious camaraderie.