[Good Friends] Omake
"So, have you seen her?" Garth asked, tucking his hands into his pockets.
"No, but it is not a matter to be concerned over." Kaldur replied bluntly, then blinked. "Yet."
"Hmph," Garth snorted, shaking his head. "I'm not worried, just curious."
"Indeed," Kaldur stated, somehow managing to convey disbelief, amusement, and dry wit within the one word.
"It's not every day one of us gets called before the prince," Garth replied, not quite defensively. "If Tula's getting assigned somewhere dangerous, it's just natural that I'd want in on the challenge."
"Natural," Kaldur echoed, a twitch to his lips.
"Besides, I found an ensign who saw her swimming around requisitioning all kinds of supplies. I think she's probably got some kind of long-range scouting mission coming up," Garth chatted away, filling the silence between the two old friends.
"Probably. The Prince might want intel on some Amazonian secret weapon. It'd explain why he wanted a single mage instead of a recon-in-force. Of course, that could just be a cover-story with the way the marines are gossiping." A third voice piped up, slipping into their wake with practiced ease.
"Likely an attempt to camouflage the true intent of whatever mission she is sent on," Kaldur agreed, the corners of his mouth twitching higher as he eyed the newcomer.
"Yeah, I thought the same thing about that," Garth's mouth ran on, none the wiser of their company, as his right hand rose to rub at his chin. "You'd think the prince would tap all three of us for that kind of thing, right? But I'm wracking my brain for something that would only take a single soldier for..."
"It's probably something that would be risky to tell more people about, something the prince doesn't want made known, you know?" The lone female posited thoughtfully.
Kaldur's gaze sharpened at the 'speculation.'
"No way," Garth waved off, his hand making small eddies in the water-filled corridor, "if it was something like that, she would have-" His errant gaze finally caught on to the smirking face of the female mage next to him. "By Poseidon-Tula!"
"Looking for someone?" She asked, grinning.
Garth folded his arms across his chest, scowling at the implied mockery. "Yes, as it happens. We were looking for a good friend of ours. Stalwart, steadfast, true of heart, and a model soldier-mage of the Atlantean Army. However, I can't seem to find anyone fitting that description sadly. It must mean our dear companion has been captured by the enemy and we shall never see her again." His face could have been carved from beach-rock. "A truly sad tale."
Kaldur's lips whitened and his face turned as he suppressed the laughter bubbling up within.
Tula's hand pressed over her heart, "stab me with an Amazonian sword, why not?"
Garth snorted, shaking his head as he clapped a hand on Tula's shoulder. "So what did the prince want, if you're done with playing the fool?"
"Can't say," Tula shrugged faux-casually, looking up and away as she telegraphed a liar's tell obviously. "Though if I had to guess, I'd bet on the whole 'secret mission thing.' It's way more exciting as a story, at least."
Kaldur's amusement faded as his head turned back, eyes still sharp.
"Damn," Garth sighed, looking put out. "When are you leaving? Or getting back, for that matter?"
"ASAP," Tula responded glibly, then paused. "...and, I'm not really sure. However long it takes, probably."
"Do you need any assistance in readying your equipment?" Kaldur, ever the pragmatist, asked.
"I think I've got it covered," Tula shook her head, then paused.
Garth and Kaldur stopped swimming forward and turned to their comrade.
"What's up?" Garth asked, frowning as Tula stared off into the middle distance.
"You guys... you'd... do pretty much anything if I were in danger, right?" She asked awkwardly, the corners of her mouth downturned in thought.
"Sure," Garth replied, even as Kaldur contented himself with nodding once, his expression severe.
"Could you make me a promise, then?" Tula asked, her eyes focusing back onto her two friends.
"I gu~uess," Garth dragged out ponderingly, Kaldur cocking his head invitingly.
"If it ever looks like I've been kidnapped by an escaped prisoner with... like, for example, green hair? Just... no stupid heroics, okay? Assume I've got everything handled and let whatever happens happen, right?" Tula asked slowly, looking between the two men.
Garth blinked, then ran a hand down over his face. "This... this is going to be like the mission with the narwhals, isn't it?"
Kaldur twitched, a crack appearing in his otherwise stony expression as nightmares danced behind his eyes. "In the interest of safe-guarding the secrets of Poseidonius, I believe I will decline to further question the details of your mission."
"Right, that's why you don't want to know," Garth spat sarcastically, rolling his eyes. "Not because of that cloud of pink industrial dye we swam through getting away from that Amazonian patrol boat."
"I will buy you both drinks when I get back if you stop talking now," Tula hissed, one eye clenching spasmodically. "By Cocytus! All I wanted to do was make sure neither of you would do some stupid, mission-complicating, heroics! Not remember the mission from hell!"