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 Her types are [[:Types|Psychic and Dark]].
-She leads the [[:Legendaries|legendary Council]] with [[character:Solalon]] and is often the only one to
+She leads the [[:Legendaries|legendary Council]] with [[Solalon]] and is often the only one to
 'speak' during the proceedings. Due to her importance in the Council, she occasionally crafts herself
 the illusion of a human form, reasonably skilled in communicating in facial expressions and body
 language given her real identity, though still notably alien in her demeanour.
+She has the ability to 'taste' souls (more literally than you might think).
+===== Descriptions from Sessions =====
+Collected from [[plot:Arsaga]]:
+She raises her right hand, delicate fingers stretching, and a faint veil of colour seems to swirl in helix
+from her fingers, back up across her arm, engulfing her shape in another blurring, melting her appearance
+surprisingly abruptly into that of a raptorian, scales a dark violet that almost pass for black, silvered,
+labyrinthine patterns of highlights across them, bright eyes latching onto Marcus as she gestures at him,
+wavey, dark plum feathers falling about her neck. ~That one,~ she gestures to him, arm straight and
+outstretched, before twisting it as it travels to point at Devi. ~And that one,~ she remarks, darkly,
+into the minds of all four captives, as well as - evidently - Jagdish's. ~Which of them battled you
+first?~
+"The boy," Jagdish remarks, almost tonelessly. The slender muzzle of the dark raptorian snaps to point at
+Marcus' shape. Her irides are still framed by gold, arcing streaks, mingled with silver. ~Him, then,~ she
+remarks, inclining that muzzle, stare unrelenting. Jagdish steps to behind the row of captives, his own
+slender fingers fishing for the key, retrieving it with a soft tinker of metal, before sliding it into
+Marcus' cuffs... but not turning. "Know that if you assault me, I guarantee you will make things worse
+for yourself," he whispers, eyes narrowed slightly. He does not wait for a sign of acknowledgement, the
+key grating in the lock as it snaps open, releasing Marcus' hands from the cuffs. ~Come forward,~ the
+raptorian with the labyrinthine, silvery patterns demands, stood still where she is.
+Her eyes sparkling with that eerie, alien life, the psychic pokémon's gaze is upon Marcus, the most of her
+once more unmoving, only those eyes swirling their colour slightly, granting the bizarre appearance of
+both careful scrutiny and an empty, absent-minded glance, simultaneously. Abruptly, latter clears, flecks
+of gold coming to a stop at the edges of her irides. ~Human, you are sentenced to experience the pain you
+have inflicted upon your pokémon, both wittingly and unwittingly - and to death for former.~
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