#phari

2. What makes them smile the brightest?

Saccharine as shit, of course, but seeing those they care about happy. If we want to get very specific, the brightest smiles would probably be seeing their partner or their metamour happy. Seeing them beam is enough to light a smile on Pukh’s face, too. Alternatively, if we want to take out the low-hanging fruit, research breakthroughs that took a lot of effort would be one as well. Especially if it’s something that they know nobody in the krewe could have ever dreamed of figuring out.

8. What is your OC’s favorite joke?

Regrettably, probably one that wouldn’t be well-liked by others, haha! Pukh was an Absolute Mess during most of LW3, overall, and just like in Heart of Thorns, slept very little. Cue the trip to Siren’s Landing, and overhearing the below dialog. In the sleep-deprived state, it was the funniest thing they’d ever heard. If you’ve ever been really, really depressed, and had those little breaks in it when you just feel that emotion trickle back through...? It was a moment like that. 

http://talk-of-tyria.tumblr.com/post/176926914258/orr-sirens-landing-risen-lowlands-botanist

12. If your OC has to describe their best friend, how would they describe them?

If we’re going to exclude partners/metamours/exes/etc, then we’re probably looking at Phari, in that case, or Aithne. I’ll go over both for ease, considering that. 

Pukh would describe Aithne as “What Scarlet could have been,” with as much reverence in tone as something that ominous requires. They’d wax poetic about how Aithne’s dedication to both selfishness and the Greater Good create a combination that really didn’t belong in Sylvari, cite her as an honorary Asura, would mention dozens of inventions and gadgets that had proven invaluable, things like that. A description of Aithne would probably gloss entirely over her physical appearance, too, instead focusing on all that she’d accomplished, for better or worse. 

Phari, on the other hand, would end up with a COPIOUS amount of physical description. She’s huge. Enormous. Everything about her is Large. Eyes, heart, rack, everything. Not all the comments would be flattering, of course; it’s less nice to tell them about how when you met, the friend was basically a feral cat and actually left you needing stitches. (Not that they have room to talk there...) Pukh would probably bring up a lot more in the way of color, too. Would comment on how bright her hair is, how her skin tone contrasts with her boyfriend’s, the way her fur looks when she’s shifted. Pukh has very few Norn friends, and they’d go out of their way to make sure that the woman’s scale was properly explained.

“C’mon you two - I’m not in the mood for slackers. This is both a big job and a rush job, so get along. I’m more perceptive than either of you think, and I’ll know if you’re joking around. Spire, if you need a tool for getting around more easily, fine, but tell me. I can only help you two if you communicate with me. Now-- chop chop! I want those in place by the time I get this board fully powered on.

She had been told the other day the sun would not rise again.

It had arisen so casually in conversation that she didn't seem to recognize its significance.

And yet, as she sat there, on the deck of her rural cabin, nestled on the peak of a cliff in the woods, she lifted her finger and traced the horizon, laced with an ocean of deciduous trees. A sigh escaped her lips as the last of the sun faded from view, revealing only a fire burning beneath the mountainous hills.

Part of her was haunted by the finality of the event. It seemed like the sun was going to rise again. Why wouldn't it? Sunsets like this happened all the time. Nothing was different about it.

She had turned sixteen yesterday.

Her phone laid by her bedside table, dormant. It had been for a long time. She used to lie on her bed, pointed chin crested by her carefully manicured hands, waiting for the sonorous ring to start. He'd promised, after all, and she was holding him to it. He'd get an earful if he didn't call, she'd tell him what for!

She had been told the sun would not rise again.

It seems so dusty. She had been meaning to clean it, but lately it hadn't been seeing much use. The sunset was nice, though. Maybe tonight would be a good time to dust it off before going to bed. She never knew when the lines would be cut. It could be very very soon, for all she knew. She should make some use out of it tonight. But she felt her attention continued to be pulled to the strokes of yellow, orange, red, and purple that streaked through the sky like an irregular, fire-lit rainbow.

She had turned thirty yesterday.

It hurt a little. Nine months seemed like a long time, and it hurt a little, but it was worth it. She looked up at his eyes, feeling his strong hands settled upon her shoulders. It was over. It was done, the new chapter was beginning. She took in a deep harried breath, filled with tremors, and let it out in one smooth motion. And she began to laugh. She had never laughed like this before – it was tired, filled with the cry for the sandman to come and give her rest, but it was such a joyous laughter that she felt that she could skip and dance for days on end. It was a strange duality she wasn't used to.

She had been told the sun would not rise again.

It had arisen so casually in conversation that she didn't seem to recognize its significance. The conversation itself had ended before she truly realized what it meant.

She had turned sixty yesterday.

It was a big move, from the city to the country. The rush of life had been catching up to her, and she had pulled ahead of it, in a distant first place from anyone else around her. Some people had tripped and fell. She could have stopped to help them up, but by the time she had thought about it they were already out of the race. Being lonely alone seemed to her better than being lonely around other people. She kept the phone. Plugged it into her bedside table, watching it like she used to, with her pointed chin crested by her old and fragile hands, waiting for the sonorous rings to start. It didn't get much attention these days.

She had been told the sun would not rise again.

She wasn't sure who was saying it anymore. It had been said quite a few times, in quite a few different voices.

This time it almost seemed to be hers.

Her birthday was yesterday.

She had been told the sun would not rise again.

4. one chance?(Gonna do this one for Pukh and @tired-gay-and-a-dj ‘s Phari!)

“You’ve got one chance at this. Just do it.”