KEEP UP: I MOVE AT MY OWN TEMPO!

#SCRVAL: an indie & selective serval landau, performed by mik (18+, they/them). mutuals-only. crossover & oc-friendly. ready to rock with me? check out the links below!

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a bit late since i've been busy these last two days but!!!! happy pride!!! lets goooo

           "geppie!"

           the name comes out like a song, bright and sustained with all the energy of thunder. serval's accompanying smile is equally brilliant. hands drop the gadget they'd been tinkering with, and she moves from behind the counter to greet her brother properly.

           "oh yeah, the concert was fun! i'm pretty sure i saw some of your men in the crowd~" she responds teasingly, eyes sparkling with the memory of a fun night. the shine loses its luster, however, when she takes notice of gepard's more sullen demeanor— the way his voice trailed off, or his eyes cast slightly downwards. serval pouts.

           "hey, now, what's that sorry face for?" serval's hands reach up towards gepard's shoulders in a consoling motion. she huffs— no, she knows exactly what it's for. he feels bad: for being out of her life, for constantly being gone. she gets why he'd think that. she'd go so far as to admit that he's not wrong for feeling that way: she's lonely, damn it. such is the burden of being the prodigal daughter. but she chose the life of a rockstar and her brother chose one of a landau. she's not about to demand his time— time that he can and should spend for nobler pursuits.

           "geppie, i hope you know that you don't owe me your time. really. your job's important to you and i respect that. if you wanna go to a mech fever rehearsal just because you feel bad, then i'd rather you not go at all." she gives him a small smile. not one of those dazzling rock 'n roll grins that send sparks through the audience; just a slight curve of the mouth, meant for him and him alone. serval squeezes his shoulders.

           retired architect she may be, serval finds that she is still a researcher at heart— ever-curious and ever-inquiring. as such, when the opportunity to go into the underworld and study its geomarrow reserves presents itself to her, she can't help but take the opportunity with both hands. it'd been a long ten years— surely some things had changed? she ponders on the details. had the stellaron's activity affected its growth? its energy output? what sorts of new mechanics were there to discover, if any at all? what could she create? 

           it'd been so long since she last stepped foot on the underworld. what was there for her to see?

           well, aside from the hordes of fragmentum monsters prowling about the great mines. those, she can see pretty well. luckily, she has seele to help her deal with them.

           serval smiles as they walk deeper into the mines— a strange expression, given the danger that loomed at their wake. but she can't help it. to feel the familiar warmth and energy of the geomarrow took her back to when her biggest problems were writing her thesis! she looks to seele with shining eyes.

           the sunset marks the end of a long, belobog day— lazy strokes of gold, orange and blue dipping down towards the horizon like a serf coming to rest. but for serval landau, the work's only just begun. she stands outside her workshop, the neck of her guitar in one hand and a microphone in the other. a small crowd's formed around her, each face familiar— serval greets them with a smile. her solo busking sets have grown popular amongst a niche crowd in the district, and they've become something of a community for her. she always expects them whenever she sets up to play.

           tonight is shaping up to be a bit different, however. from the corner of her eye, as she's tuning her guitar, who does she spot? well, if that isn't a new face! curiosity gets the better of her, as it always does, and serval calls for her before she does anything else.

i haven't set up any alt verses for serval yet but recently (idk why) i've been thinking about.... a fe3h au.... (more below cut)

SPOILERS FOR 1.1 CONTENT UNDER THE CUT!!! but omfg i gotta talk about this:

           "that's not what the snores were telling me!" serval chirps, a teasing grin stretched wide across her face as she nudges stelle's shoulders. she doesn't mean to chuckle, but stelle's droopy expression and disheveled face make for quite the comedy of doubles. trailblazing must have been quite the gig if stelle fell asleep this easily. and right in the middle of serval's guitar practice, too!