Greywind

A minor technicality.

How do you know that Jean DeWolfe didn't come back as a Black Lantern and just couldn't get out of her coffin? Hmm?

Depends on concept. A teenager isn't going to be as well-rounded as an adult.

Because she was liable to break an ankle in those heels she wore.

...with first edition point limits. I'm not entirely sure IM's armor needs to be attached to his ARC Reactor. The Heartbreaker was up and mobile without him in it. Then there was the house party protocol where all his suits were active empty.

Scream like a girl and try to run away?

Tell that to Mr. Incredible.

It's a tank.

There are often different branches of magic.

...and the Vulcan lyre.

Even in the movie he explained to Pepper that it wasn't a weapon, but a flight stabilizer.

The closest I could see for the argument would be Blizzard's cryo suit.

Why would an inmate be allowed a mask in lockup?

5thr pg 311

Most recent. What the general population would know him for.

...and the ability to cloud men's minds. Except Margo's, who wasn't exactly a man.

The thing with Cliff Robertson/Uncle Ben, is that it was his last role. Out of the last six items in his body of work, Raimi's Spider-Man movies are half of it.

Yes. SFX. It is also a logical extension to a Martial Block.

In order to have a team, you need to have more than one person. Archetypes don't really matter.

I wasn't using segment as a game mechanic, but as a GM regulated period of time in which it would be acceptable for the character to have and keep said item. Whether it is for the current episode/issue, or the current story arc.

The Crow: Stairway to Heaven

Or one that starts as a pebble and grows in size?

Conversation in the farmhouse was subdued. Warren cast a glance at the rooster clock on the kitchen wall. His eyes darted back to Jason, kneeling in the living room, and Marlene, sitting in a lotus position in front of Jason. His eyes went back to the clock and he realized only seconds had passed. He picked up the dice, shook them and cast them on the game board. They came up four-six. “Ten, Warren. From one railroad to the next,” Ash said with a quiet laugh. Warren sighed and passed her the rent. “You don't own them all, Ash.” “Only because I managed to get the Short Line, Warren,” Beth said. “Just wait, Beth,” Ash said. “You land somewhere pricey and I'll be getting that monopoly for cheap.” Jennie took a cucumber spear from the vegetable tray. “How much longer do you think?” Her, Trese and Dani were playing cards at the other end of the table. Warren couldn't help it. His eyes went to the clock one more time. “As long as it takes, Sis.” “It's been...” “Three hours, fourteen minutes, and forty-eight seconds since they sat down.” In that time Marlene had giggled, cried, laughed, and cried some more. Her back was to Warren, but he knew her makeup had run streaks down from her eyes. Kris sat across from Angelique with the meditating pair between them. Angelique sat cross-legged on the couch with her eyes closed. Kris started to say something when Angelique said, “They're fine, Doctor.” Kris sighed. Slowly Jason removed his hand from Marlene's. Just as slowly, he stood with his eyes closed and turned towards the door. “Jase?” Warren called to him. He stepped towards the door and stumbled, knocking a lamp off an end table. Warren caught it before it hit the floor. “Jase?” Jason righted himself, but did not answer. His fist tightened. He took a few steps towards the door and opened his eyes. Power danced there. The others saw it reflected on the screen door before he opened it and stepped out into the night. Marlene sat motionless for a few moments before she drew her knees up, wrapped her arms around them, and buried her face to cry.

Arrow I'm about halfway through s4 of Fringe.