Post by Deleted on Jun 13, 2016 21:06:21 GMT -8
Magolor boarded up the holes of the Lor Starcutter's stern for what felt like the tenth time this week. At this point, he didn't even know if he cared about the repairs sticking or not. On one hand, the Lor didn't seem like it would ever be seaworthy (Spaceworthy? Starworthy.) ever again, and his insistence on making the repairs he could seemed more driven by inertia than anything else. On the other hand, the ruins of the ship were also kind of the only place he had to live. The hole in the back wall always meant really nasty drafts, too, which disturbed the orb greatly when he tried to sleep at night. Of course, every time he hammered the fallen planks back in, the starboard wall collapsed inwards just a little more and let some of the rain in. Okay, so there was always rain being let in. The ship was riddled with holes. But the collapsed starboard made it look so obviously tattered! That just wouldn't do! And the last time when he tried to fix that wall, the mast of the ship ended up snapping off and rolling away. Oh, that was a nightmare! This time, at least, he managed to repair his back wall without damaging the rest of the ship any.
With a sigh Magolor slumped against the back wall, wiping some non-existent sweat from his non-existent brow. He gave the Lor a gentle pat, halfheartedly muttering "It's okay, old girl. We'll get you back up to speed some day." He didn't know why he always made these assurances. After all, he was fairly sure the Starcutter wasn't alive in its own right. Sure, there was that one time it tore through time and space on its own accord to evacuate Kirby from the void between dimensions, but that didn't count. Maybe he was just reassuring himself that one day he'd get off of this blasted rock and make his way back to Halcandra. It was so much nicer there. So much more lava and machinery. You know, the finer things in life. And less chance of horrifying death by plague. He was thankful that his crash landing brought him to one of the gentlest areas of the planet, because he had the feeling he wouldn't last a day otherwise.
Unfortunately, his gentle pat may have been a bridge too far. That pesky starboard wall, the ceiling of this upturned ship, collapsed behind him right on cue.
Well! That was Magolor's cue to take a walk away from home sweet home before he get even more frustrated and anal about rebuilding things than usual. The orb floated out of the Lor's heavily-compromised hull, squinting slightly as he adjusted from the dim lighting of his collapsed ship to the bright lighting of the outside world. Back when the Lor still had enough power to put on its comfortable fluorescent lighting, Magolor didn't have to bother with such adjustment. He couldn't even remember when they last worked, but each day he flicked the light switch in the vain hope that something would change. Now it was just dusky shadows and bright natural lighting, Magolor rubbing his eyes as the once-noble Mushroom Ruins came into focus. They weren't the prettiest place, shards of brick everywhere and the creepy eyed hills constantly looking downcast about their situation. However, they were safe and rather close to the shielded city that Kirby and so many other Smashers called home. That meant there were always familiar and not-so-familiar faces traveling around. A morning walk always lead to bumping into an interesting person or two, and these little bits of social interaction were part of what kept Magolor going.
And so, what else was there to do but walk? Or, rather, float. He picked a direction and began his trek, casting a glum look back at the Lor as it was swallowed by the horizon.
