Waiting for Pirate Man

[Guu]

‘Welp, that could have gone better.’ The Pink Enigma thought. Doomguy had stormed off for the Vasty Deep while Proto and Mickey made for the Dunes with Mireya along for whatever adventures awaited them. She could still sense Minnie that direction, so at least she knew they were heading the right path. She’ll have to get in a skype chat with Doomy later to patch things up. Considering her Twitter wars were getting attack robots after her, the less drama she can get into, the better.

But before she could finish that thought, the robot girl flew in and introduced herself. Guu paid attention to what she had to say. When the robot, now designated Toybox Girl, asked about the fight, she replied.

“If you haven’t heard my name from the previous conversation, I’m Princess Guu.” She used her formal title in this case, despite still feeling weird to refer to herself like that. “Most of the people who got involved are from my Principality of Ambrosia. The people that attacked me abandoned the land and I kind of stepped up to lead the place. Considering they were racist scumbags, they weren’t very cool with that… and apparently they blow up orc babies…. Yeah…” Awkward pause as she repressed that memory, nevermind the fact that it probably happened near where she was standing. “Anyways, a lot of these people are my subjects who came to my aid. Thank you for your help, by the way. You have my consent to join Ambrosia if you wish.”

“Designated Guu. I looked you up on the Dataverse not long ago. It’s a pleasure.” She said pleasantly. “While I appreciate the offer, I fear I must decline for now. I have my other duties.”

“I understand. Thought I should extend the offer at least.”

Desco stepped up, her face scrunched in confusion. She diverted the robot’s attention as she asked questions about the nature of good and evil. With TBG distracted, Guu turned her attention to the remaining group still here. She could sense Carn still regrouping from the fight. She could sense Adam heading towards the main group. And Gamzee… was kneeling at her feet.

‘Was he just kneeling there this whole time waiting for me to respond?’ She thought. Now she felt bad for not immediately responding to him. She calmly stepped up to the troll.

“Gamzee. Sorry for the wait. Can your repeat what you said just now? Was a tad busy.”

The Troll repeated everything, word for word, even doing the country twang again.

“Coliseum? Oh the tournament thing in Camelot? It’s fine. I didn’t even know about it until recently. I can’t be disappointed in something I know nothing about.” She reached down and pulled him to his feet. “However, what I do know about is that you came to my aid when I needed it, and that does matter to me. And you did good. You did very good.”

“Really my princess? So I have your approval?” Responded the clown, smiling gleefully.

“Of course you do. After what you did, you’re nothing short but a true Ambrosian now.” She stretches out an arm and pats him on the head.