Damage Control

[Rob]

Munin was also enjoying a moment of peace at her booth. She took advantage of the moment by watching Eva deal with her "#1 fan". She didn't even bother to hide her impish grin, when she thought about the young woman actually getting her signature inked. Somewhere out there a tattoo artist was going to hate her.

She gave into a chuckle as she leaned back her chair, and brushed her hair back with her fingers to tie into a messy bun.

Her clothes were casual today to combat the heat. A frayed pair of shorts, an off shoulder black "Creature Feature" band T shirt, and a pair of beat up dock martins completed her out fit.

She was definitely not her typical psychotic fashionista self, but she was cool and on a day like today that was all that really mattered.

As she watches the Intercontinental champion deal with the motor-mouthed fan, a hand comes down gently, but suddenly, on her shoulder.

??: Boo!

The unexpected noticeably startled Munin. That in itself was a testament to how on edge she was. While the fact that she didn't immediately throw a punch showed just how much her time raising Travis had effected her.

After all you couldn't live with a preteen boy and not expect him to actively prank you.

So instead she whipped around to glare at the owner of the offensive hand, ready to verbally lash out.

Her venomous words quickly died however when she saw the culprit. A smile quickly replaced her frown and brightened up her face.

Munin: I wasn't expecting you here.

Returning the smile, Jericho, knowing he narrowly avoided a punch in the mouth, gives a shrug.

Jericho: How you doing, Munie?

Munin shrugs her small shoulders in a blase gesture, one of her hands raised to shade her eyes from the bright afternoon sun.

Munin: "Munie?"

She chuckled slightly at the nickname before answering his question.

Munin: Not overly much, just waiting for the next wave of fans, and taking amusement where I can...you know the drill.

The stocky built former Globalstar nods, knowing how nuts some of these fans could be. Of course, he loved that, taking amusement from their eccentricities. For the most part, anyway. Signing a fat guy's arse was never fun, but that's the price you pay for fame, it would seem.

Jericho: That I do. Of course, the crazy that fans have pale before your own.

Munin: Ahh, you say that as if it's a bad thing.

Cross simply smiles at her.

Jericho: Not at all. Your madness is always fun.

Munin: Well some would say it takes another mad person to truly appreciate it.

Her grin is cheeky and full of laughter as they exchange words, and somehow their easy banter makes her feel a little lighter. Its not something she intends to analyze though, no moments like this have become rare treasures lately. Any form of peace was to be coveted and not picked apart.

He smiles again, but this time, there is less hour to it. This was never a problem before. His heart had never grown heavy with his poor judgement, but he had to tell her the truth.

Jericho: Speaking of, I need to tell you something. I erm... I owe you a hell of a lot.

Munin's countenance grew wary, and she felt her chest tighten slightly at his words.

Munin: Oh?

Was her cautious reply, her face a carefully neutral mask.

Jericho: This match you're going into, a lot of the shit you've had to go through... it's because of me. It was my fault this all happened.

He sighs, looking at her as he expected hell to break loose. He hated the idea of upsetting Munin, but it was his mess in the first place.

Jericho: I'm sorry.

Munin blinked at him slowly, absorbing his words with an uncanny stillness.

Munin: How?

Jericho: I wanted to wake people up from their complacency. Figuring they'd unite against an outside threat, I used an alias and manipulated Clan Mayhem into attacking GZW. They think they're there to destroy it, but they were supposed to be a sacrifice. They were meant to have been beaten back, but they survived.

Munin sat there looking at him with her mouth slightly ajar. She was rarely shocked into silence, but Raze's bombshell had truly done the job right.

Munin: You're the puppet master?...

He nodded, not sure of what else to say at first.

Jericho: That's mostly why I came over earlier than planned. I wanted to help stop things getting worse.

She sat there quietly stunned for a moment. She should be furious with him, but even more surprisingly than his revelation was that she wasn't.

Munin: Well then...

She cleared her throat before straightening in her chair.

Munin: I guess this falls under best laid plans and good intentions.

Jericho stood silent for a moment,puzzled. Why didn't she take his head off? Did she really understand what he tried to do? Was it due to their being in public?

Jericho: You seem to be taking this well.

She smiled at him, it was a tired smile but a smile none the less.

Munin: Well, while I think it was very irresponsible to create a monster and not monitor it. I also understand what you were trying to do, and in some ways I think it worked for awhile. Who knows I may have done something similar myself if Clan Mayhem hadn't shown up.

The corners of his mouth twitched upwards a little, relieved that she hadn't turned her back on him. Even if she had, he planned to make himself useful, regardless.

Jericho: Hell of a mess, though. But not to worry, I'll clean it up.

Her small smile blossomed into a full grin once more, and she slowly began to relax into her chair.

Munin: You always do clean up your messes, its one of your better traits. You would not be amazed at how many people never acknowledge their mistakes, much less consider cleaning them up.

Her eyes twinkled as she waited to see if he caught her phrasing.

Munin: None the less I wouldn't stand as close as you are when you tell Eva. She might nut you.

Jericho: Oh, she'll do a lot more than that. Soon enough, I'll be telling Clan Mayhem as well. Right before I put them down.

Putting a hand on her shoulder, he looks down at Munin, making a conscious effort not to stare too long into her eyes as he smiles.

Jericho: don't worry. After Heatwave, if not at Heatwave, they're done.

Munin: Ha, you should know by now that I seldom worry. Especially about idiots in clown pain allowing themselves to be led by Kolic.

Jericho: He'll be easy enough to deal with when his backup is gone.

Munin nodded her head in agreement just as fans started to gather at her table once more. Taking his hand from her shoulder, he is ready to leave when he suddenly grins.

Jericho: Hey, can you sign something for me?

One of here eyebrows arched at his question. She was rightfully leery of his grin.

Munin: What would that be?

That was all he needed. Grabbing the neckline of his t-shirt, he rips it just enough to bare his chest (careful not to neglect the nipples) and turns his head to one side in an exaggerated manner. He then tries to squeeze his pecs together for added effect.

Jericho: Ready.

Munin's stared at him in shock for a moment, distantly noting that being shocked around Raze was quickly turning into a bad habit. Her shock lasted only a moment however before laughter took over. In fact it took everything she had to hold her hand steady as she elaborately signed her name, while continuing to laugh.
Munin: "You really are insane...

This was said with devoid of any malice, in fact if one was observant enough they would have detected a slight fondness in her words.

Raze: I get that a lot, for some reason.

That worked better than expected. Cheering her up was the idea, but the laughter was a bonus. With that done, he gives a cheeky wink.

Raze: I'd best let you get to it.

Munin: Yes before you get stuck signing things yourself, run away Jericho and save yourself.

Jericho: Good plan.

With that, he turns and leaves, the torn parts of his shirt hanging down from his now bare chest. With her understanding, he felt a little better, though there remained others he needed to inform. He felt good for now, though. For the first time, he could feel himself drawing strength from something other than anger. A strength he is keen to put to the test.