Sorry gang - work is continues to be grind at the moment, loads on and not much post shift energy for anything else.
Hoping this weekend will see the load lighten. Meantime please bot CG as necessary.
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At Femtite's appreciation Candy Grrl smiles awkwardly, mirroring her quiet tone; <No low volume grratitudes necessarry Frriend Femtite. ♬ Kindness is like sugar, it makes life taste a little sweeter♬.> When Caio bids that she act should he lose control, the candroid tilts her head curiously and scans him from head to foot - eyes glowing bright white; <My optics do not see a monsterr Frriend Caio. Nor a firrearrm. I observe a carbon based being whose prrotective composition is suboptimal to my Candium™ chassis, but you are an important hero-jazz playerr. This much I have learned.>
Candy Grrl’s limbs contorting at askew angles as she rises to her feet. Processing Alcott’s retreat and the wave of emotional reactions around her, the candroid’s head jerks from one source, to the next. Her gaze settles on Devil Diva as she stalks to, then away from Conflux. Candy Grrl’s head first turns toward the succubus and her body shifts into alignment as she approaches on Horizon’s shoulder. <Frriend Devil Deva. Why did you talk sourrly to this unit and Frriend Conflux? Did we not all assist in hero jazz to rrepulse Foe Alcott?> As Ciao shifts and attempts to savage Conflux, Yoeman’s modulated shout causes the newborn to rotate her torso, shooting her elasticated arms in-front of the wild man in an attempt to create a taffy limbed barrier;
Just a heads up gang I'm positively slammed at work - had a couple of additional jobs land of my lap today in an already busy week and need to do my team's performance review by Friday... also have our works Xmas do on Friday (at the 3rd tilt - covid allowing). Posting might be pretty spotty until the weekend so please bot Candy Grrl as necessary.
Candy Grrl sees Horizon and Steel Guardian set upon by Alcott, her eyes flash deep pink... [糖糖电脑]:.. SOUR THREAT - DESIGNATE ALCOTT STILL ACTIVE
At Horizon's shouted command, the candroid lashes with both arms, her liquorice sinews stretching them as she slams both fists toward the cracked dome of the alien power armour... as she calmly sings a jingle; <♬ EN-JOY A JUICY JAWBREAKERR! ♬>
As the others engage the alien hunter in dialogue, she processes what her own next step should be: [糖糖电脑]:.. THREAT - DESIGNATE ALCOTT
<Foe Alcott is a super-sourr-balls! Frriend Horizon is just one of our yummy hero-ingrredients!> Candy Grrl focusses on Alcott and slingshots her arm stretchy arm, sending a hardened shell fist toward the villain's glass protective dome!
Candy Grrl listens intently to Femtite's impassioned description, then nods wearing her awkward smile; <So being a herro is like jazz AND candy Friend Femtite! All the best ingrredients!> Her voice modulates in a jingle-like tone as she speaks. When Yeoman offers her the opportunity to delve further into the idiosyncracies of human language , she extends her arm with a thumbs up. <Thank you Unit Yeoman. I have comprehensive understanding of humanity's taste in candy, so a decipherment of their language structures would be most beneficial.>
Candy Grrl listens impassively to first Yeoman's answer then each of her fellow students notions and examples. Her flexible limbs allow her neck and head to rotate somewhat grotesquely as she follows the input of group from one to next. "Though you really shouldn't think on it too deeply when you're being dogpiled by alien soldiers or duking it out with a giant robot crab!" He says to lighten the mood. At Horizon's comment she tilts her head quizzically once again; [糖糖电脑]:.. DOGPILE
She mulls her processing looking somewhat alarmed and perplexed. Slowly Candy Grrl raises her hand once again, elongating it to ensure it is noticed; <Apologies Frriends. Am confused. How does jazz, plumbing and invisible lines build into components of a hero?>
As Femtite orates Candy Grrl sits silently processing the question. [糖糖电脑]:.. WHAT IS A HERRO?
Her head tilts curiously and she raises a hand. <Tutor Designate Yeoman. Are you a herro?>
Candy Grrl stands, her face pulling the same awkward smile "perfected" earlier at the base. <Super sweet to make all acquaintances. My unit designation: Candy Grrl. Chassis musculature and derrmis is Candium™. It replicates all the functions of humann tissue, but is superrior being several times as strong and rresilient. My hard candy shell is highly durrable, exact limitations unknown.> Her torso slowly rotates 360 degrees as speaks, allowing her to address the entire group. <My joints and musscle tendons are made of a highly pliable compound LiquoricΣ. It allows my torso, limbs and neck to be highly flexxible and to extended to grreat distances.> Candy Grrl follows the lead of Femtite by stretching her arms high toward the ceiling, then retracts them before also taking a slow articulated bow.
Candy Grrl mimics Femtite's smile awkwardly before setting to work. When Caio mentions food, she pauses and stretches an arm back into the shadows to retrieve a battered duffle bag seemingly full of golden coins. Dumping it near the tall ragamuffin she continues continues to affix her rictus smile; <Frriend Caio... Should we call you Tattooed Terror? Please find what you require in the bag. High levels of saccharine energy in abundance...> She retrieves a one of the glittering coins, then pulls back the foil revealing a dark chocolate disc.
Candy Grrl listens Horizon then nods deliberately; <Clean and dust. Right piles. Sweet.> She then walks right up to Femtite, her head tilting in curiosity; <Are you an anything dangerrous Frriend Femtite?>
Also stepping from the darkened tunnels comes Candy Grrl. She steps into the blue-tinged illumination with a robot wave of her hand; <Hello Frriends. This location is neat and sweet! Definitely an improvement on the bassement you rescued me from. Approval is... 91.37%.> She halts, head swivelling methodically 360 degrees as she takes in the whole location. Before turning her impassive features back towards the assembled team; <If sanitation work is required can operate at an opptimum level for indefinite period provided Oh-So-Yummy! They-Taste-Gummy! saccharine based fuell is available. I can also stretch my limbs to reach all the dusty corners and crevices.> Candy Grrl tilts her head expectantly toward Steel Guardian; <Hufflepuff or a Slytherin? Theyy sound... interesting. Are they like Puff-Kandi or Glycerine?>
Candy Grrl's head tilts slightly as she mulls her answer. Light glints off her pink polished Candium™ form. <I had been aktivated by my Creator when they found me. The Hyperion High basement was my home... I hadd learned so much there: All the slogans and jingles to all candy adverrtising! Punk musik! Even assisted Creator pakking gift boxes for lucky children he wanted to help.> Staring ahead her white pupils stark against pink iris' she continues; <Then everything changed. My frriends [then strangers] arrived at the school. They wanted to stop Creator. They called him The Confectionist and told how he lied and used children at school as exxperiments and slaves to commit his crimes. Creator got all sourpuss and threatened to blow up all the gift boxes, full of his Bon-Bombs, but my new ffriends, they got sweet moves! Horizon stunning all the kontrolled kids, Femtite melted all the chemical candies! Indarius just majicked that detonator away! Then Caio howled loud and him and Devil Diva just wrecked The Confectionist. Even when some Bon-Bombs went off. Steel G took the boom! ALLLLLL the flavours in one TASTY team!> The jingly slogan seems at odds with Candy Grrl’s deadpan expression; <Conflux is superduper smart. She hacked Crea...Confectionist's komputer. Revealed his so-so sour plans: I was prototype for his candroid army. The ffirst. Instead of kidz he would use us to fight the heroes, carry his bon-bombs. No more. Now I’m one of them. A hero. Even got a cool nickname: Candy Grrl. Conflux saw I have a glitch. Creator didn’t make me perrfect. Some words I spell wrong. “Just a positronik glitch” Conflux said… Grrl was one I can’t get right but it stuck like taffy. So Candy Grrl it is. Candy Grrl I am.>
Just a heads up gang - had a couple of rush offshore jobs land of my lap this morning, so might be mid-week before I'm clear enough to contribute again more fully.
... CANDY GRRL... SYSTEMS ONLINE.
Have also tweaked Candy Grrl too. Added the Activation Flaw (-1) to her Hard Candy Shell as I figured it should take at least a Move Action for her skin to harden. With the now freed up Power Point I've given her Regeneration 2 (with the Source flaw - Sugar/Saccharine). Also given her the Prejudice (Obvious Superhuman) Complication, as she has skin/hair/eye colouring of shimmer pink and pearlescent white. Finishing up her background today - covering her escape from her father and status up to Doomsday hitting.
Candy Grrl is built as a scrappy brick weirdo. She can take bludgeoning damage, and choose between bolstering her protection or hitting hard through concentrating her "hard candy shell" upon her hands like confection cestus. Downside on both her armour and augmented attack is they crack and eventually fall off (Fades). Her Elongation means she can engage and grapple foes perhaps too dangerous to take head on, hopefully holding them in place whilst blasty types do their thing. @D-Kal: All those look cool and would be interesting to see the crunch builds. Concept wise I love the notion of a shared hallucination - genius.
Based on your initial thoughts Adam - was mulling making Candy Grrl a simulacrum created by The Confectionist - possibly to replace his lost daughter, or possibly as a defacto daughter he never had? (Depends if we go tragic villain or creepy madman... - was leaning toward the latter lol) Would tweak her powers and complications to reflect, but am curious to know what folk think? Or is she better as a subject of her warped father's experimentation?
Here's the WIP profile of Black Dow's pitch. Malleable quickly became Candy Grrl whose the daughter of a "minor" league villain - The Confectionist. His synthesised sweets and candies allowed him to alter the physical, emotional or cerebral conditions of targets who consumed them. The Confectionist saw his experiments on his daughter as his chef-d'oeuvre. She did not share his vision, nor appreciate the stolen childhood and "gift" of a freakish psychology and duly rebelled... @Matt Adams 259: Is there one of the lost heroic pantheon that would fit as a arch protagonist for The Confectionist? |