Head of Security

"See, I hate Sci-Fi, but Hundred made me watch Superman when I visited him in the hospital the first time. It's his favorite flick. You know that part where Lois Lane falls out of the chopper and he catches her and she's all like, "you've got me, who's got you?" Yeah, I identified with Supes there. 'Cause you know who's got me? Motherfuckin' nobody." [indie rick bradbury rp blog from the comic series ex machina]

[mitchellhundred]

Mitchell turned his face to the window as he pondered about Bradbury’s words. He watched the good people of New York walking to their homes, the lines of his temple still glowing a little. He shouldn’t have told such thing to Bradbury; the man was on his side since the day Mitchell had the accident. He would visit Mitchell every day in the hospital, he would follow him with the Great Machine fiasco, and then, he chose to be his Head of Security, even though Mitchell didn’t say a word to him that he would abandon his superhero life. Bradbury was still there. “I won’t leave you behind, Rick.”

[rickbradbury-blog]

That's all he needed to hear  from Mitch, those simple and honest words that  allow his  chest  to feel  a  little lighter than before. He couldn't bare to think of the day when Mitch no  longer  needed him. He  couldn't even bare to think about the fact no one  really  needed him. That  he  was  as  useless  as  a  soggy  piece of card- board. He tightens  his grip  around the  stirring  wheel, focusing    on   Mitchell's   phrase  all  the  way  to  the mansion. Bradbury stops in front of the Gracie Mansion and he gets out first. He jogs to the  mayor's door  and opens  it for him. "Welcome home, boss."

[lia-nelson]

[At first, Lia releases a toothy grin, albeit small. Sometimes it was fun to see people’s reactions to her powers; yes, children and even some adults still nowadays expressed surprise and awe at her powers on her native world. Something like a living hologram is nothing short of a—miracle? Scientific dream realized? An oddity never imagined? Whichever theory it was, she reveled in these emotions with gusto.]

[Ego-boosting, to be precise.]

[But the urge to do ‘Emergency Medical Hologram’ on Bradbury passed through Lia’s mind once he started to doubt visibly about her appearance, going so far as to check her how dare he oh my god I hope someone screams into your FBI ear phone thing—!!]

[There’s a bit of restraint in her voice.] If something, like, exploded on me, I’m majorly sure that I’d be walking melted flesh. Like, total Miami Sunburn. I don’t have any bombs on me, either, so y’know—everything’s groovy!

[rickbradbury-blog]

(Bradbury could tell by her tone that he touched a nerve, whatever that trigger was, Bradbury didn't know. He releases a huff through his nose and crosses his arms, feeling slightly more guarded around the woman now. He could tell she wished something ill upon him, which causes his lips to turn down in a tight frown. Then her response eases him up slightly, she's cute; he let's go of all annoyances he had and drops his arms.) I'm not talking about now-- there's a person-- (He shouldn't be talking about the Great Machine's origins. No he shouldn't, Mitch would hate him for it--no, Mitch would fire him for it. He quickly changes his tactics and comes up with something on the spot.) --in a comic book I'm reading. (He reminds himself to thank Mitch for his nerdy qualities.) Where this guy, got this thing exploded on him, and it gave him some kind of powers. That's what I'm asking you, lady, if something y'know, exploded and that's how you got your powers.

[bad-jew-jew]

Then you’re taking me to a restaurant.

[rickbradbury-blog]

(He throws his hands up) All right, a restaurant!

[vigilantehacktavist]

"That’s because I’m from Gotham." He said. "Shit like this is pretty much mandatory if you’re gonna be a vigilante. I have a whole tool-kit here on this suit; armor, grapple line, boost jets." He said. "Of course, I have a mini-tool set as well; Dremel tool, electric drill, ion cutting torch, bit sets, blade sets, bomb-diffusing set." He said.

"You know, basic shit." He said. "In addition to enough nonlethal ammo to put to shame SWAT teams, less than lethal explosives, and a pair of stun batons with built-in stun knuckles and a shock-sword… Dude’s gotta be prepared for anything, wether that be an all-out assault on a Jokerz ‘stronghold’ or just cutting someone free who’s tied with chains."

[rickbradbury-blog]

Bradbury wouldn't admit it out loud, but the conversation is  bringing   him   back   welcoming   and  unwelcoming memories of his time being the aid to the Great Machine here in New York. It was a simpler time back then, when Kremlin, Mitch  and  him  were  the  trio  that  couldn't be separated. Now, Bradbury  has  to  keep a close  eye  on  Kremlin due to  the  Russian   man's  suspicious  actions towards            the            now     mayor     of    New  York.  "I ain't part of the  police force anymore,"  he  starts  with  his reply, "but even I know you shouldn't be carrying that much equipment on you."

[certifiednxtso-deactivated20150]

        Hey. This outfit ain’t cheap!

[rickbradbury-blog]

"All right, all right, how much?"

[notanylibrarian-inactive-blog]

Oh, jeez. This guy had to be over thirty. This wasn’t a joke. They put on their best, friendly smile and spoke.

"Of course, sir. While we have a standard system to the library’s organization, I can help you with the online catalog."

[rickbradbury-blog]

"Uh, yeah, sure, whatever is quickest," Bradbury leans against  the reference desk   on   his  elbows, his  shoulders  shrink  in    slight    embarrassment. "I need a  book  about speaking French."

[xfathom]

Nevermind? Nevermind, what?

[rickbradbury-blog]

Nuthin', okay?

[celestialoutlawarchive-blog]

he wasn’t used to spending money on people when he hardly had any himself, saving the galaxy had a cost & that cost was being really, really, really broke afterwards. but he shrugged his shoulders & eventually got over it.

  ` fine. just don’t make this a thing. ‘

                                      ( plus it’ll shut him up for a while. )

[rickbradbury-blog]

"A thing?" Bradbury  scoffs  at  Star-Lord, leaning in  close  to  point an  accusing finger  against the space man's chest. "You don't make  this  a thing  pal; you're the one who dragged me up into space in the first place!"

[powerdetective]

Aren’t you a sweetheart. 

[rickbradbury-blog]

I'm just saying, yeesh.

[rickbradbury-blog]

yep gonna be on my henry russo

[rickbradbury-blog]

i may hop over on my henry russo account soon.

[bad-jew-jew]

[She follows effortlessly.]  So, we’re going to your place, or to a restaurant?

[rickbradbury-blog]

I am not taking you home.

[mitchellhundred]

Mitchell’s angry expression turned into a concerned one. “I didn’t say you were a fucking brainless idiot. Just imagine the press finding out that I’m having an affair with my Head of Security. I won’t win another election in my life, Bradbury, and I intend to be a politician for a good time still.” He sighed, hopping in the limo. “We can’t be a normal couple, I’m sorry.”

[rickbradbury-blog]

That    is   difficult   for him   to    accept, especially  when  he's given up so much to be with Mitchell. He's opening himself up to the point he  is afraid that Mitchell is only going to rip  him into shreds at some point in this relationship. He takes in a soft breath and leans in the car a bit, "Just don't leave me   behind, that's all I ask." He stands up straight     and     closes  the  door   before moving around to the driver side. He slips in and starts   the car,  heading   straight to the mansion.

[walkingdixon]

[mrradtastic]

Me

[arwenimladris-deactivated202502]

I love Steven Yeun so much omg

[lucenorthstar]

Steven Yeun is me

[bad-jew-jew]

I’m not.  Shall we?  [She offers her arm, smiling dangerously.]

[rickbradbury-blog]

(He sidesteps away.)

[bad-jew-jew]

That’s ok.  I’ll just follow you home and let you make me something.

[rickbradbury-blog]

Argh! Lady you're tripping!

[mitchellhundred]

"What the fuck are you doing, huh?” Mitchell now was visibly upset, the lines of his left temple began to glow. He, though, didn’t raise his voice, whispering as he pointed a finger at Bradbury. “You think this is some kind of high school drama? I’m the Mayor of New York City, Bradbury. The papers are already calling me gay for not being married, and also for marrying a gay couple. I don’t need anyone on my ass to question me about my personal life.”

[rickbradbury-blog]

Bradbury  frowns  when  Mitchell  snaps at him. He  turns  to look at Mitchell, his eyes narrowing at his boyfriend. "No, I don't think this is some  fucking  fling--or some stupid crush. I'm  not a  fucking  brainless  idiot.  I want us to be a normal couple--" he   sighs  and lolls his head back. "Get in the car, sir."