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- | **Devi Ravi** is an inhabitant of [[place: | + | **Devi Ravi** is an inhabitant of [[place: |
===== Personality ===== | ===== Personality ===== | ||
- | ... | + | Devi is a girl of actions //and// words. Prone to acting and speaking before thinking, Devi is known as something of a hothead, extroverted and stubborn. She has a strict code of ethics that she demands other people adhere to, without that they' |
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+ | Despite her extroversion and strong collection of opinions (that extend well beyond just the topic of ethics), she frequently proves she has an open mind by being a great source of level-headed, | ||
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+ | She has a low tolerance for bullshit and will call it out if she encounters it. | ||
===== Appearance ===== | ===== Appearance ===== | ||
- | Shoulder-length black and copper hair gives her the impression of being a red-head, melting to a | + | Shoulder-length black and copper hair gives her the impression of being a red-head, melting to a dark red impression at distance. She keeps the mostly straight hair tied up in a hair grip, the strands spiking out to all sides from it. Her eyes share the colour of her hair, maroon with speckled hints of copper streaking and darker patches, though appearing mostly uniform. |
- | dark red impression at distance. She keeps the mostly straight hair tied up in a hair grip, the | + | |
- | strands spiking out to all sides from it. Her eyes share the colour of her hair, maroon with speckled | + | |
- | hints of copper streaking and darker patches, though appearing mostly uniform. | + | |
- | She's built fairly thinly, superficially seeming almost delicate, though her face breaks the gothic | + | She's built fairly thinly, superficially seeming almost delicate, though her face breaks the gothic frame by being fairly round with a hint of very faded freckles at height of her cheek bones. |
- | frame by being fairly round with a hint of very faded freckles at height of her cheek bones. | + | |
- | Her facial skin is slightly cratered with wide pores - no doubt due to childhood acne in combination | + | Her facial skin is slightly cratered with wide pores - no doubt due to childhood acne in combination with an obsessive compulsive scratching thereof - but it doesn' |
- | with an obsessive compulsive scratching thereof - but it doesn' | + | |
- | perhaps even beautiful exterior. Her pale lips are never enhanced with lipstick, though she has a | + | |
- | hint of red eyeshadow further underlining the crimson theme. | + | |
- | While she wears black, nothing about her hints at a sinister or faux-sinister personality - a | + | While she wears black, nothing about her hints at a sinister or faux-sinister personality - a wine-red shirt peeks out from under a black cloth jacket that seems to balance itself quite effortlessly between formality and casual, trendy style, with two function-less white laces tracing down from the open ends of its collar to her front, one on each side, reaching approximately halfway down her torso. |
- | wine-red shirt peeks out from under a black cloth jacket that seems to balance itself quite | + | |
- | effortlessly between formality and casual, trendy style, with two function-less white laces | + | |
- | tracing down from the open ends of its collar to her front, one on each side, reaching approximately | + | |
- | halfway down her torso. | + | |
- | Her trousers tend to be a pair that she's grown to love: a thin pair of slightly reflective fabric, | + | Her trousers tend to be a pair that she's grown to love: a thin pair of slightly reflective fabric, with four rectangular platinum-coloured metal pieces woven on their wide, top end into the outside of the trousers at height of her ankles, two on each leg, above each other. |
- | with four rectangular platinum-coloured metal pieces woven on their wide, top end into the outside | + | |
- | of the trousers at height of her ankles, two on each leg, above each other. | + | |
- | Depending on the weather she wears a pair of sturdy black and dark brown sandals or a pair of black | + | Depending on the weather she wears a pair of sturdy black and dark brown sandals or a pair of black sneakers with silver detailing. |
- | sneakers with silver detailing. | + | |
- | Her most constant companion is her backpack, which seems to have a hue as if someone had taken a | + | Her most constant companion is her backpack, which seems to have a hue as if someone had taken a painting of her and dissolved its components into a single medely of colour, a slightly dirty, perplexing colour doing the splits somewhere between black and a metallic hue not quite gold and not quite copper. |
- | painting of her and dissolved its components into a single medely of colour, a slightly dirty, | + | |
- | perplexing colour doing the splits somewhere between black and a metallic hue not quite gold and | + | |
- | not quite copper. | + | |
===== Pokémon ===== | ===== Pokémon ===== | ||
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[[plot: | [[plot: | ||
- | Devi Ravi went on the gym circuit prior to meeting Nikki Arsaga, but "//had to turn back when the floods | + | Devi Ravi went on the gym circuit prior to meeting Nikki Arsaga, but "//had to turn back when the floods washed away large parts of Route 59.//" She possessed the HM // |
- | washed away large parts of Route 59.//" She possessed the HM // | + | |
===== Descriptions from Sessions ===== | ===== Descriptions from Sessions ===== | ||
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Collected from [[plot: | Collected from [[plot: | ||
- | "I don't have to justify myself to // | + | "I don't have to justify myself to // |
- | her weight as far sideways as she can bear, her hands clasped around the wrist of the raptorian holding | + | |
- | her, trying to force her nails past the scales, barely even causing the creature to rumble in protest. | + | With reluctance, something clicks within Jagdish as though first battling its way through syrup before snapping into place. His brows knit together, his expression darkening, dislike entering his expression - not of her, though, of some thought he's having; even as she hisses her response. "What would they care? They' |
- | The grip doesn' | + | |
- | - and the vulnerable position she's in. Simultaneously, | + | Jagdish' |
- | worsening the situation for herself. | + | |
+ | Jagdish curls his right hand into a fist, resting it in the palm of his left hand, his expression becoming stolid. Something is keeping anger from surfacing - it boils silently at a distance, as though not pertaining to his person. But the grimace is there. "No? I suppose you didn't pay much attention to Marcus' | ||
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+ | Again, a hiss, but there seems to be a heavy note of fear in that sound, and her gaze betrays the same. Still, she holds herself straight, resolute. "Fuck you," she snarls, voice cracking slightly, her eyes squeezing shut. "They deserve it." | ||
- | With reluctance, something clicks within | + | Jagdish |
- | snapping into place. His brows knit together, his expression darkening, dislike entering | + | |
- | - not of her, though, of some thought he's having; even as she hisses her response. "What would they | + | |
- | care? They've made up their mind." | + | |
- | Jagdish' | + | Something catches in Devi' |
- | desperately trying to convince him to simply dismiss them. Her case was clear - prolonging it was only | + | |
- | mental torture for the legendaries who had to listen to her bile. It was true - the psychic had made up | + | |
- | its mind already, that much was certain, but why was Devi so sure? Something about her statement seemed | + | |
- | more sweeping than that. "Your arguments will be heard... providing | + | |
- | greatly doubt," | + | |
- | Jagdish | + | Struck by the unexpectedness of the answer, |
- | becoming stolid. Something is keeping anger from surfacing - it boils silently at a distance, as though | + | |
- | not pertaining to his person. But the grimace is there. "No? I suppose | + | |
- | Marcus' | + | |
- | of him. | + | |
- | Again, a hiss, but there seems to be a heavy note of fear in that sound, and her gaze betrays | + | Irritation touches his expression, tugging subtly at his brows and the corners |
- | Still, she holds herself straight, resolute. "Fuck you," | + | |
- | squeezing shut. "They deserve it." | + | |
- | Jagdish | + | Jagdish |
- | // | + | |
- | arrogance | + | |
- | fraction of his mind elbows its way forward, causing him to snap: " | + | |
- | Something catches in Devi's throat, like a sob - a tremble touches her shoulders, quickly dissipating | + | "It is, //fuck// you, how do //you// explain what happened to Dejan?!" |
- | into fresh tension. Silence. Jagdish narrows his eyes. "//Why//?" he repeats, the syllable almost | + | |
- | barked. - "What did you expect me to do?!" Her breath is a pant, erratic at the edges. "Let them kill | + | |
- | me in my //sleep//?" | + | |
- | Struck by the unexpectedness of the answer, Jagdish' | + | It stumps him. For long moments, Devi' |
- | asks, bewilderment seizing | + | |
- | "Fuck, you heard me." Devi's voice is more of a wail by now, a pitiful, broken thing. Is she crying, | + | |
- | in that obnoxious way of refusing to acknowledge | + | |
- | Irritation touches his expression, tugging subtly at his brows and the corners of his mouth, but the | + | "Dejan," she sobs, deflatedly. "My brother," |
- | bewilderment remains the primary factor. "Why would they kill you in their sleep?" | + | |
- | //are//," | + | |
- | same amount of success as before. | + | |
- | Jagdish | + | Jagdish |
- | girl - both retrospectively for what may have happened to force her into this stance and for her | + | |
- | sanity now - he steps closer in a mostly casual saunter, tilted slightly, curiosity evident in his | + | |
- | demeanour. "No," | + | |
- | "It is, //fuck// you, how do //you// explain what happened to Dejan?!" | + | "What happened to Dejan?" |
- | pointlessly, pathetically - before sagging in the grip and uttering sob upon sob, unable | + | |
- | back any longer, stressed | + | |
- | It stumps him. For long moments, Devi's crying is the only audible sound, almost giving the impression | + | Again, he extends a hand, trying |
- | that it would be all there ever would be again - that the silence was going to be permanent once her | + | |
- | sobs died. Finally, Jagdish shakes his head, his eyes closed for the duration of the gesture, | + | |
- | a motion almost of understanding, | + | |
- | have to elaborate," | + | |
- | especially since it is so genuine. | + | |
- | " | + | Devi's attempts to rise falter at the statement. Unintelligible, sounds issue from her, tone one of despair. "...no, no." |
- | Apparently, this is not easy to talk about. Tears are glittering in her eyes. Jagdish | + | |
- | almost worriedly, regarding | + | |
- | snort, | + | |
- | the ground, ending up in a pathetic heap. She rolls to her side slightly, breath still a pant. | + | |
- | Jagdish crouches down beside the crumpled shape, extending a hand toward her, touching her shoulder. | + | ~Devi Ravi,~ the voice of the psychic pokémon can be heard in the minds of all those present. ~You are to experience the pain you have put your pokémon through. Since you do not //regret// your actions, worm,...~ - the voice dips to a resentful hiss - ~...you will suffer for as long as we deem appropriate. Furthermore, |
- | Almost reflexively, | + | |
- | the air as though trying | + | |
- | a gesture. | + | |
- | "What happened to Dejan?" | + | Devi' |
- | evidently irked at having to ask it, uncomfortable, | + | |
- | if he was walking blindly into an April Fool's joke, but suspected it subconsciously. " | + | |
- | whispers - but it's hard to say what she means with it, as she certainly doesn' | + | |
- | share, continuing with: "His pokémon turned on him." She lets that linger | + | |
- | across Jagdish' | + | |
- | heart type." She's definitely upset - evidently she'd like to do Jagdish' | + | |
- | taken by grief to do so. | + | |
- | Again, he extends a hand, trying to touch her shoulder, met with the same brash gesture. Sighing, | + | Collected from the [[plot: |
- | he shifts to his feet, straightening to a stand. " | + | |
- | trying to shift to a more dignified position, herself. Jagdish frowns. " | + | |
- | happened to your brother." | + | |
- | Devi's attempts to rise falter at the statement. Unintelligible, sounds issue from her, tone one of | + | The dull thud of running, approaching footsteps, rubber soles of sneakers against the sliver of sand they're pounding against struggle against |
- | despair. | + | |
- | pokémon. A dark expression lingers on its features, counter-point to Jagdish' | + | |
- | nods to the pokémon, once, prompting it to latch its gaze onto Devi, it lancing through | + | |
- | shape. | + | |
- | ~Devi Ravi,~ the voice of the psychic pokémon can be heard in the minds of all those present. ~You | + | The fingers curl against those knees, gasps still prominent, laced through |
- | are to experience the pain you have put your pokémon through. Since you do not //regret// your | + | |
- | actions, worm,...~ - the voice dips to a resentful hiss - ~...you will suffer for as long as we | + | |
- | deem appropriate. Furthermore, we sentence you to death... later, rather than sooner.~ | + | |
- | Devi's reaction is a fierce tremble, smothered beneath her weeping. Jagdish regards her for several | + | {{tag> |
- | long moments, before realising there would be no verbal response to the ' | + |
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