“Karkat! Karkat!” You yell into your PDA. You've been sitting under your tree the whole time. It's been like, 20 minutes. Karkat has only said about three things to you this whole time. “Karkat! If you don't answer me this second.” you snarl menacingly.
You sigh. It's near hopeless. You try to connect to him again. “Connect to Karkat Vantas.”
“Karkat Vantas's current connection status is Corrupted. Try again later.” Wow Karkat. Perfect. Fucking perfect. Last thing you heard was abnormally loud thunder and him screaming. You made sure to record that part. Heh. He screamed like a little girl.
But seriously now, you're maybe a little worried sick over him. “Karkat! Karkat fucking... Augh!” You sniff around. Only rain and the same old forest smells. You get back to your feet and walk out into the rain, before recoiling back to the same spot from which you came. “Ugh! Not hail! Not now!”
Yeah no. It's hail. God. You cusp your hands around your mouth and shout. “KARKAT FUCKING VANTAS!” You wait. Nothing. “GET YOUR ASS BACK HERE, FUCKWIT!” You drop your hands angrily by your side. Fine. You know what, you don't care. You walk out into the hail. It hurts as it hits your head, but you quickly dismiss it. It does only sting a little. You've had worse.
You pat your shoulders and chest to make sure your harness is on tight, and hit one of the buttons in the middle. The red rocket wings pop out of where ever the hell they go, and you launch yourself into the air. Soon you are high enough where there's a few feet put between you and the tallest tree. You look around, and a while away, you see a smoking tree. There are actually plenty around here, but it's best to go check this one.
You propel yourself forward, keeping your hands by your side and allowing them to sway around every now and then for balance, as you glide toward the tree.
Soon you reach it, and make a hasty landing, which is mostly just shutting your rockets off a few feet from the ground. You hit the ground with a thud and let out a small grunt, rolling to absorb the shock of the hit. Once you stop rolling, you get up, only to be greeted by a sharp pain in your ankle. Shit, you must've had a really sloppy landing. You avoid putting as much pressure as possible on that foot until you can get it checked, and limp over towards the tree.
All it's bark has been striped and lays in a pile on the ground. You crouch down (albeit the hurting ankle) and run your hand through the mud a little. There's an indentation, but any scent has long since been washed away. You peer your head through the roots, where there is a little trench in the ground, there isn't a lot of rain in here. And you can smell it.
Fear, annoyance, in a second you automatically know it's him. He's been here. He's not dead, at least not for now. This is probably where he lost connection. You take your head out of the roots, and the hail starts to deteriorate into slush. Oh well, at least it's nice and cold. You then start crawling around in the mud like a mighty dragon, feeiling your hand around for more indentations of Karkat. Eventually, you find one, and get back up on your two feet and follow where you think the shoe print was facing.
“Ooooh Karkat!” You yell like you're calling for a lost woofbeast. Even if it is a little playful, you still have a weird feeling, like a stone in your stomach. There's a chance that he is dead actually. But really, what bad could've happened? You eventually just hit the button on your rockets and they fold back into where they were and keep plodding along in the mud.
Your foot sinks in with each step and makes this really weird sucking sound each time you pull it out. You snicker a little as you keep on walking. “Kaaaaarrrrkaaaaaat!” You smell around a little. Ugh. Only stupid chocolate mud.
You start to break out into a run, but your limp makes you fall over every now and then. Doesn't help that your ankle is being a little bitch. Ugh. Karkat really couldnt've gotten lost at a better time.
