Greywind

http://comicbook.com/2016/03/16/first-teaser-for-supergirl-/

This is certainly one opinion.

Only a fool believes It's better to have loved and lost Than never to have loved at all But I don't wanna take that fall It's a long long long way down I'm hurt Love struck me down again Enticed me in and pulled the pin Blew my tender heart sky high Now in my pain I'm asking why As I'm crying Should I give it my last try Or say goodbye

It is the night My body is weak I'm on the run No time to speak

Not seeing a basis for that belief.

I thought that was what EGO was...

Personally, I prefer the heroes to be bigger than life; capable of doing more than the normal person. I am liking what Marvel is doing because the characters (for the most part) that I loved while growing up are there on the screen. I like that one movie is leading into another. It is a dynamic reality, much like our own. The alternative is like the one-off story that is totally self-contained in which the villain is never seen again. Ever. Those stories always bothered me. One issue the hero learns how to do X with his powers...and then never does it again. When this happens you have zero-growth characters. They come out of whatever trials they went into exactly the same as they went into them. http://pulse.therpf.com/hi-res-image-of-spider-man-costume-black-panther-plus-captain-america-civil-war-trailer-screencaps

The Spleen in Mystery Men had a bad ass power.

I've seen it happen. "Why did you take my weapon away?" "Because it made sense with the way you use it, the enemies you were facing and the limitations you put on it." "I only did that to save points!"

Boxing glove arrow...

...and the bitch-fest ensues after it happens the first time.

http://www.newsarama.com/28293-cbs-s-supergirl-renewed-for-second-season.html

Gray 17 is Missing

Yeah, but it fits him to be the old man still playing the game. Of course, he probably looks like Bruce Wayne in Kingdom Come with the full-body brace.

When the metabomb goes off, Max won't be a regular human.

Elektra has been shown to throw more than one shuriken at a time and at different targets (4 iirc) with one hand.

Misadventure?

The people they are discussing: Phil - the character's codename is Chillpoint. He was a private detective that was looking for a missing girl. Found her as she was about to be sacrificed in a ritual. Ended up being possessed by an ice demon. Shane - character's codename was Powerhouse. The character was created by a friend and used in my game world for several years through the 80's. Ended up being married to Sharon. Charley is Titania.

“You know Actery?” Sharon heard the cap on the bottle release and the sound it made pouring into a glass. “I knew someone that had a similar sense of humor. The man I knew went by Sofer. Phil O. Sofer.” Her image of Jason nodded his head in thought. “Philosopher,” he said quietly. The bottle was set on the counter and she sensed Jason approach. The bouquet of the wine reached her first. Sharon smiled. “The red.” The subtle scent of Egyptian musk oil and sandalwood blended caught Sharon's attention. A scent that reminded her of Marlene. Probably some residue left on the bottle from when Marlene last handled it. “Someday, you'll have to explain that trick to me,” Jason said, trying to maintain the false sense of humor overlaying his anger. He settled on the other end of the couch. Sharon smiled. “No trick. Heightened senses and the experience of a long life.” She lifted the glass to her nose and inhaled. “In response to your question, it depends on context. Originally warlocks were oath breakers. Then there is some belief or thought that they were spellcasters. Usually in league with the devil and dark forces. As time progressed, you get the male witch aspect. So it all depends on the context in which is was intended.” “That's pretty much what Actery said,” Jason said quietly. “How did you know him?” “Hmm...Nineteen fifty-six, I think it was. Atlanta? No,” she corrected herself. “Tampa. He was a private dick at the time.” She smiled at her usage of the old term for a private investigator. “What is he doing in Canada?” “Fewer people around where he lives. Less danger. Less temptation and Phil said that his demon prefers the cold. I got the feeling that he only ventured into the city because need called to him.” “Your need?” His head was tilted back against the couch. “So, do you have any plans for Christmas?” he asked, ignoring her question. “I've been invited to spend time with Daniel and his family. Irish invited me to spend time with them.” Sharon braced her elbow on the armrest and rested her head against her splayed fingers. “You were missed at Thanksgiving.” “I didn't feel like I had a lot to be thankful for,” Jason said quietly. “Your friends would have liked to see you,” Sharon said just as quietly. “Want to talk about the witches? What brought that on?” “I had questions. The answers led to other questions. Invariably they led me where Actery could find me.” Resting her wine glass on her knee, Sharon asked Jason, “How did you find out about him? If you have questions about magic and whatnot, why not ask the Spellbinder? Or Angelique?” “Angel isn't around to ask.” There was a tone of finality in his voice. “What do you mean she isn't around? I thought you and her were on good terms.” Jason sighed. “We were on very good terms.” Sharon cocked her head to the side and turned to face Jason. “I don't understand. What happened that you aren't on good terms?” “Nothing. Angel and Marlene were building a friendship between them. Angel was in the loft with Marlene. As to how I found out about him, Mentor has a lot of things stored away. Like dad's notes. I ask Mentor to find out what he can and he scans the web, his own storage and finds me something that might have bearing.” A ping from the counter where Jason had poured the wine sounded and he stood up. “So, old-fashioned detective work with a modern day angle. Sometimes I miss the old, pre-information age way of doing things,” Sharon said wistfully. “Beating a guy in a back alley with a roll of dimes in your hand?” Sharon laughed. “I never needed the roll of dimes!” She took a drink, giving herself a moment to think. “What did you find out that has you questioning witches?” “A witch in time saved one. A witch in time can save two. A witch out of time can save no one.” “Riddles. A demon's riddle?” She sensed Jason nod his head. “Words requiring context or they have multiple possible meanings.” “So you see my quandary.” The aroma of coffee preceded Jason's return to the couch. “Want to give me your thoughts on things?” Sharon asked. “Something...something doesn't feel right. Inside my head. I can't really explain it,” Jason's voice was low. “Try,” Sharon prodded. Jason was quiet for a long moment. She hated not being able to see his face, to get some clue from his expression. Finally, he spoke. “How do you see? Are the lights on or off?” “You've got one light on, set low.” “And you know that how? You get around a lot better than most sighted people, Sharon. How? How do you know that there's only one light lit? How do you not crack your shin on the table? How did you manage to sit on the couch and not on the floor?” There was no tension in his voice. No frustration. Just the curiosity of the questions. “I can't explain that. That is also something that requires context to understand,” she replied. “The links to everyone still exist, but Marlene...and Angel, they feel...I can't say wrong, but they're gone,” he explained. “What do you mean 'gone'?” “I mean that it feels as if the connections were severed. More like ripped out to be left bleeding and raw. I can tell you where everyone I'm connected to is, direction and rough distance. If I concentrate or if something happens to one of them that causes some type of spike, emotional or physical, I know about it when it happens. Sometimes it can be a distraction. Other times, depending, it causes me to go looking. “From the connections to Angel and Marlene...there is simply nothing.” Sharon sat quiet. Jason's words tumbled through her head trying to find where each piece in the puzzle fit. She slipped her shoes off and drew her legs up on the couch. “Where is everyone?” “Wolfgang's,” Jason answered. “Everyone except Warstar. Not sure, but I think they've got Spellbinder with them.” “A late dinner,” Sharon said quietly with some amusement. She had a sense of Jason giving a small smile. “Yeah. I figure Dani is trying to use up my account in one sitting. You should see how she eats.” Sharon felt a twinge of regret. She knew there was no malice in Jason's choice of words, and yet it still stung. Too much like her own thoughts heading in here tonight. “She's fire, Jason. Fire consumes.” Taking a small sip, Sharon used the pause to push the feeling away. She didn't want to pitied by anyone. What was, was. The last person she wanted pity from was herself. She had long years to come to terms with her condition. Her abilities, as Jason had pointed out, more than compensated for the loss. “What are your plans for Christmas?” she asked. Movement cause her senses to shift. Jason hung his head for a moment. “Did the whole 'thanks for another year' at the offices here. Catch a flight at 3 AM and head out to California to do it again in a couple of days at the office there. What are you going to do?” Eyes narrowing and lips pursing, Sharon realized Jason hadn't answered her at all. “Like I said, I've been invited places. Honestly, I was thinking of taking a trip somewhere. Hawaii, maybe the Bahamas.” Her fingers rubbed her temple. “So why did you ask me here tonight? What do you really want to talk about?” Silence was her answer for a long moment. “How about Life, Liberty and the Pursuit of Happiness?” Nodding, Sharon said, “We haven't had any kind of philosophy debate in a long while. Why that topic?” “Why do we pursue happiness?' Cocking her head as if you look at him, she said, “Not to make light, but do you like feeling miserable?” Jason sighed. “No, I don't. And yet it seems like every moment of happiness is paid for with pain and misery far outlasting the happiness.” Sensing Jason lifting his cup and hearing him take a drink gave Sharon a further moment to reflect. “I've been engaged twice. Do you realize that? And both times something...ugly happened to the woman.” “Sandy and...Leah?” Sharon sensed a slight shake of Jason's head. “I was going to propose to Leah the night we had planned to go out to dinner. I bought her outfit for that evening. I had George Sanza make a dress from a sketch I had done.” She sensed Jason lift his hand a small pressure wave buffeted her. “Still have the ring I was going to give her,” Jason said, followed by something dropping on the cushion between them. Sharon's hand went to the ring box on the couch. “But then she left town unexpectedly.” Opening the box, Sharon's finger moved over the ring. “It's beautiful. Nice size stone. Secure setting.” She closed the box and set it back on the cushion. “Considering our lifestyles, I figured secure was better than a stone that sticks out a half-inch from the ring and not one so big that she needed a crane to lift her hand to show it off.” Sharon felt the pain and sadness behind Jason's attempt at humor. “When did you and Marlene...?” “Reaffirmation Day. After we went back to the loft,” he answered quietly. “And you never announced it.” “We wanted to tell her parents first; ask her dad's permission and all that. Never got a chance to. Too much happened too fast.” She sensed Jason's head dropping again. “And then she was gone,” he added quietly. “I think I was the only one that really realized that it hurt you every time she went out with someone,” Sharon admitted. “It did,” he agreed quietly. “But I wanted her to be safe.” “She didn't want to be safe, Jason. She wanted to be with you.” “And we see where that got her.” In Sharon's long life she knew full well the feeling of loss that came from being what she was. Jason was a lot younger, but the losses he had suffered had come fast and relatively close together. Her own losses, losing Dani's father, then her sight, finding and then losing Shane often came back to her in her quiet moments or in her dreams. “Dani asked me for Shane's bike. She wants to give it to Charley.” Jason lifted his head. “Shane was big. Heavy. It's a nice thought, but for Charley, that would be akin to riding a minibike.” “Charley isn't that much taller than Shane was,” she jibed back. “'Let's think about that one',” Jason said as if he were quoting someone. “'The woman is eight feet tall.'” Sharon gave a quiet laugh. “Who said that?” “One of the dog soldiers when I was hunting for Artie.”

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Seems to me that bd/dvd costs are pretty stable across the board. New release tends to be around $29/$25, been out a while is around $20/$18, please get it out of our store is $9/$5 or cheaper.

Ramocheese

Well, for a while/What If...? Storm had Mjolnir.