Greywind

Yes, but being partially made out of metal, doesn't that adversely affect her natural buoyancy?

Probably a lot like it is in the game only replace the adolescents with twenty-somethings.

Right. We have Transformers to hide behind houses.

It was a place I rarely frequented.

Fenrir

It's a location you can go to in Champions Online. Look into it.

Advanced Player's Guide. 6th Ed add-on book.

Yes, he was a very worthy corpse.

More points to play with.

The way Perez drew Wanda changed through the years. Same as he did with Raven. They both started out with rounder, softer faces that became longer and more angular as Perez got older. With Raven they just worked it into the character's arc, changing as she slipped into Trigon's control.

The commander of the Monitors from Santa Monica stood on the stage of what was left of the Orpheum Theater. One of the crawlers had gone offline fourteen minutes earlier. “You're in the building. I know you are there. Come to where I can see you.” A shadow detached itself from the catwalks and rigging. An old pulley rattled and the rope that ran through it buzzed. A heavy weight hit the stage. “I said let me see you.” Jason pulled his hood down. He stepped closer. The commander's hand went reflexively to the baton holstered against a thigh. “Hello, Trese.” The commander detached the helmet from the armor. Trese's left eye was white and held a soft glow. The skin on that side of her head was all scar tissue. There was gray in her red hair. “I had a hard time finding you.” “It's the eye,” she explained. “A gift from an old Indian of our acquaint. It makes it hard for anyone to find me.” “Specifically me and someone a lot like me.” Trese nodded. “What happened?” Trese turned her head away to hide the scars. “Friendly fire incident. Dani burned me when she died.” Jason reached out and touched her chin, turning her head back. “You hid enough scars from me for one lifetime.” “How did you know it was me?” Jason chuckled. “Purple on the armor. Purple on the chip. Having my fingerprints and retinal scan handy. The broken chessboard from a poster of Chess. Along with the seat numbers where you saw it for the first time.” Trese looked out over the broken seats. “You, me, and Dani. How did you get here?” “Temporal kidnapping courtesy of Kris and Melner. Why didn't you ever tell Kris where you were?” “I kept an eye on her as best I could. The Praetor was afraid that she would spearhead a rebellion. Be their figurehead. I didn't want to endanger her with what I was doing. I figured she would be there if my plans ever advanced far enough.” Trese turned back to him. “I figured they were starting when the depot was robbed. That was you.” “Yes.” “And you're storing all those supplies for later.” “Give it a few months or years and no one would be looking for the stuff. Or it would end up somewhere else. Somewhere the people could use it.” “Are you planning on escalating things?” “I'm going to do what I can until I can arrange for a trip home. When that happens I will keep an eye out to keep this from ever happening.” Trese's helmet beeped. “I need to go.” “Trese,” she looked up at Jason. Without saying anything her hand went behind his head and pulled him down into an open-mouthed kiss. When she lowered her forehead to his chest, he said, “That would have been more enjoyable without the armor in the way.” Smiling a bittersweet smile, Trese said, “You were always a gentleman with me. Never being inappropriate.” “That isn't entirely true. There was a night, not too long ago to me, that was entirely inappropriate.” “I never forgot. It was little things like that that made me realize that, while he looks like you, the Praetor isn't you.” Trese walked across the stage, disappearing into the shadows behind it. “How do I get in touch with you?” “You don't. It's safer that way. For both of us.”

My thinking was that they actually have feet.

Thor was the basis for the myths. Those myths weren't necessarily true.

“Don't you want to know how long?” Godson asked. “A little over five hours,” Jason replied. “Counting heartbeats isn't exactly accurate, but will keep you in the ballpark.” Kris stared at the two data chips she left on the table. “I don't like it. One of the crawlers stopped right above where you were.” “Why two chips?” Godson asked. “I don't know.” She picked one up. “This one looks like any other they've picked up on their rounds. I assume they got it early on account they just happened to be in the area. This one,” she picked up the second, “has a slight purple mark on the outer edge.” “What are they used for?” Jason asked. “Medical records. It's one of the ways the check on the population.” Jason shifted the curtain slightly and looked out. “Did anyone get hurt?” “Gummer got his arm broke. They thought he was trying to hide contraband. It turns out he had a couple of snack bars. He wouldn't say where he got them from,” Godson said. Jason's chin dropped to his chest and he let the curtain fall closed. “Catch.” He pitched underhanded to Godson, appearing a protein bar in his hand. Examining it, Godson said, “Probably go for a small fortune. How many do you have?” “A couple of cases.” “You have my favorite?” Kris asked grinning. Jason handed her one taking the data chip from her. Turning it over he saw a brand etched into it. “The Japanese still make electronics. How does it work? “It slots into a reader,” Kris mumbled around her bar. “Just like slotting a flash drive. Memory runs a lot higher than you're used to.” “So we make the assumption that this one is for your clinic. We just need to figure out what that one,” he pointed at Kris' hand, “is for.” “You have an idea?” she asked, wiping a crumb from her lip. “Would you believe me if I said I did?” asked Jason. Kris smiled. “Let me see that one. Do you have a reader?” “Godson, the red one. It isn't linked,” Kris explained. “If the readers are linked why do they pick up the chips?” Kris shrugged. “Confirmation? A way to mingle with the general population? Who knows.” Godson handed her the red reader and she slotted the chip. “Biometrics online.” She put her thumb on the blue box and looked into the small optical scanner. “And access denied.” Jason held his hand out. “Let me try.”

Doing good without expecting rewards or recompense, without violating any laws, etc.

Charlie Chan in Paris Charlie Chan in Egypt Charlie Chan in Shanghai

Cap was all the tough fight Thanos could handle

Only in Alternate Hero/Villain ID. Thor knows nothing about medicine and surgery, but Don Blake does.

Multiform assumes nothing. The players and GM make the assumptions. Beast Boy/Changeling is the poster child of Multiform. Every form he takes has the same personality; Gar Logan's.

They toss it in the washer on the gentle cycle and then line dry it.

The "Fat" portion was Thor wallowing in his cups and not exercising. No trolls to slay. No Frost Giants. No Dark Elves. So he got fat.

Seeker was replaced by Nighthawk because Steve Long didn't like Seeker. LL is looking for the in universe reasoning.

I thought that was Fury.