Bolger is so totally a Killjoy XD XD XD
Ahahahaha. Stop me from writing Killjoys/5Ds crossovers, okay? Even though Pearson and Bolger (and eventually Rick) running around the desert in a dystopian future is an amazing mental image. Although I'm having codename issues. Because my genius brain said, "name them after their deck archetype, or in the cases where there isn't an archetype their ace." Which is cool... except if Pearson gets Blackfeather then I don't know what to call Crow. (and also Rick doesn't have a deck let alone an archetype to be named after.... hell, Rick doesn't have a surname still which is its own problem XD which will actually come up with Rick not wanting to say what it is and Pearson will be all "You don't want to give a last name and Bolger doesn't want to give his first." And Bolger will be all "D< CODENAMES! USE OUR CODENAMES!" and Pearson will totally roll his eyes a lot. XD)
Anyway, I started writing something stupid so here's two paragraphs of absolute ridiculousness about Pearson and Bolger running around the desert in a dystopian future. (also, Kiryu and the TeamSat boys are off blowing shit up somewhere) XD
[neither the characters nor the setting are mine, I just stupidly squished them together]
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It gets cold in the Zones at night. Cold and dark and Pearson sits as close to the fire as he can, fussing with a burned out Vend-a-Hack, while Bolger gulps at bitter coffee and flips through illicit zines. Occasionally mentioning something he finds interesting (Looks like Infernity and his happy gang of psychos went and blew something up again.) and Pearson nods in a vague sort of interest while quietly cursing the fact that he's almost out of solder and doing what he can with what he has. Working well into the wee hours of the night, long after Bolger has rolled over and started snoring softly. Only turning in when it's too difficult to keep his eyes open anymore even though it was stupid staying awake this late because the last thing he needs is to be half-asleep on a motorcycle.
The next day there's still a quiet buzz about Infernity's antics in the diner they stop at and Pearson shakes his head and mutters something under his breath about how those guys aren't going to last at this rate. Bolger simply grinning as he works on gulping down his breakfast like it's his last meal (which it might be, there's always that chance) and pointing out, "You're just pissed cause Crow's running with them now and not us."
"Not pissed. Worried."
Anyway, I started writing something stupid so here's two paragraphs of absolute ridiculousness about Pearson and Bolger running around the desert in a dystopian future. (also, Kiryu and the TeamSat boys are off blowing shit up somewhere) XD
[neither the characters nor the setting are mine, I just stupidly squished them together]
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It gets cold in the Zones at night. Cold and dark and Pearson sits as close to the fire as he can, fussing with a burned out Vend-a-Hack, while Bolger gulps at bitter coffee and flips through illicit zines. Occasionally mentioning something he finds interesting (Looks like Infernity and his happy gang of psychos went and blew something up again.) and Pearson nods in a vague sort of interest while quietly cursing the fact that he's almost out of solder and doing what he can with what he has. Working well into the wee hours of the night, long after Bolger has rolled over and started snoring softly. Only turning in when it's too difficult to keep his eyes open anymore even though it was stupid staying awake this late because the last thing he needs is to be half-asleep on a motorcycle.
The next day there's still a quiet buzz about Infernity's antics in the diner they stop at and Pearson shakes his head and mutters something under his breath about how those guys aren't going to last at this rate. Bolger simply grinning as he works on gulping down his breakfast like it's his last meal (which it might be, there's always that chance) and pointing out, "You're just pissed cause Crow's running with them now and not us."
"Not pissed. Worried."