Annotated 21-1
I touched on this in an earlier annotation or two, but one of my big preoccupations in comics scriptwriting is fight dialogue. It used to be (and frankly, sometimes still is) a struggle for me to get the right words out under normal circumstances; it’s really intimidating to imagine having to shout orders in the fog of war and hope my voice commands attention. I can relate hard to Bandit here, is what I’m saying.
And I needed that hook, because Phil’s idea of Bandit as the team’s field commander was one I had to talk myself into a bit. Yes, obviously she’d commanded the three newer Peacemakers in adventures that the readers never had gotten (and mostly never would get) to see, but we’d just done a story about how she felt like an outsider within the group, and those feelings seemed at least partly justified by how the story ended (sure, Rachel was nice to her there, but E-Merl and Scipio, who were her own recruits, seemed kind of leery of her).
How to get from that to “Command-It Keynes?” Well, read on.
It’s not a T Campbell story if someone isn’t saddled with crushing guilt
I am currently, and I swear this is true, tooling around with a Scooby-Doo story in which multiple protagonists are saddled with crushing guilt about different things
so I cannot deny this analysis has some merit
I would absolutely love to read your Scooby-Doo fanfiction
I resemble this remark!
The janitor in a werewolf costume gets away with it because all the kids are too depressed to meddle.
…That felt more realistic than it has any right to.
Ennui Ennui Doo, Where Are You?
We got some guilt to work through now.
Ennui Ennui Doo, Where Are You?
We’re all in despair now.
Can confirm: Kingdoms of Arkerra is running on 3.5 / Pathfinder rules.
E-merl won’t complain, he got a nun-hug.
Just so that you know, in rock climbing you usually secure your footing before you try anything funny with your hands. Of course when you’re real good there is not much of a difference anyway.
Also, there is no way in hell you could cling to a wall with bloody axes. Obvious for a rock wall, but even for a wall made of soil Byron would have been MUCH better off using only his fingers. There this unfortunate thing about blades, you know: they tend to cut into soft matter, not stick to it. :P
That “I forgive you f’r before” really hits hard with hindsight. Pages like this are why I couldn’t fully sympathize with Bandit later on in the story when she switches back to hating Byron even after things calmed down. And yeah, I know it’s not a completely literal line here, but even so – she seems to forget all of the moments like this where her own internal monologue shows that she’s pretty far past the point where she thought it was reasonable to blame him.