Post by Rob on Jul 17, 2015 17:44:21 GMT -6
Well, there had to be a break in the great weather, eventually. Today, it seems to be pissing down outside, though it wouldn't stop Jericho Cross. Munin had arranged to meet with him later for unspecified shenanigans. For now, it was upstairs to get through some unfinished business.
Finally finding the door, he knocks three times and waits. Almost instantly the door is opened by a small child. Hazel eyes fix on Jericho, scrutinising him with the kind of questioning look she clearly must’ve picked up from her mother. It was about all you could see of her head beneath the Viking helmet. Pursing her lips she seemed to have made a decision. Holding up a foam axe she poked him with it.
"Wanna be a ‘zerker?"
His eyes narrow, due to the humourous grin as he accepts the offered 'weapon'.
Jericho: I think I can manage that.
Eva: Georgia!
The young woman’s tone made it clear she was not amused. Squeaking, the little girl raises her sword, moving to stand side by side with Jericho.
Georgia: Quick! She’ll get us!
Looking from the tiny tot to her mother, he shrugs at her before throwing the axe at the IC champion.
It hits her on the head, bouncing away harmlessly enough. Arching a brow at the Dread King she stooped to pick up the offending weapon. Wielding it lost some of its effect when it flopped. Though the child was still transfixed.
Eva: It’s nap time Georgie.
Georgia: But Muuuuuum, Ima Viking! Vikings don’t need sleeps!
Eva: Course they do. Uncle Jerry sleeps, and look at how big and strong he is.
Eyes growing wide the little girl looked up at him with a new respect. Eva meanwhile looked at her friend with the threat that he better play along.
Georgia: Are you REALLY a Viking?
Jericho: Well, I do have long hair and a beard. See?
He spreads out the fingers of one hand to scratch his beard in a very exaggerated manner. A strange way to highlight beard ownership, but there you go.
Still not entirely convinced but more willing to believe it, since he did have the beard n’all, she huffed. Took off her helmet and threw her arms up to her mum to be carried. She may be a warrior princess, but she still needed hugs and to be tucked in. Voice low, Eva offers him a smile.
Eva: Thank you, I may rethink that kick I owe you. Meantime, get kettle on love. I’ll be back in a minute.
With a nod, he acknowledges the instruction, knowing that if Eva needs coffee, standing between her and said drink is to invite a swift kick in the bollocks. And he likes his bollocks as is, thank you very much. Flicking on the switch, he sits and waits.
Returning a few minutes later with a triumphant smile she rounds straight away on the coffee.
Eva: Out like a bloody light, stubborn as her sodding dad though that one. Also, I still might kick you in the balls. That all depends on what your intentions are towards my baby sister.
Jericho: I haven't seen Hayden in fuck knows how long. No intentions at all.
Making eye contact during his reply, Jericho somehow manages to keep a straight face. An ever so slight widening of the eyelids gives him away, however.
She knew him too well, just like he could probably anticipate her reply. Sipping from her freshly poured cup of coffee she shrugged.
Eva: You know, I can go get my steel toe caps? Pretty sure Nin wont appreciate it too much, but you guys are taking it slow anyway right? Won’t be needing your jewels any time soon.
Jericho: Depending on her intentions towards me, I suppose.
Giving a smart Alecky smirk, he holds his hands up to show he's done now.
Jericho: What is it you want to know?
Eva: How do you feel about her? I mean, do you love her or is she just a passing interest?
Jericho raises an eyebrow, his face straight as an arrow.
Jericho: Passing interest... really? I'll put it this way, I came out a week early to come halfway round the world when I saw what happened. That doesn't sound like a passing interest, wouldn't you agree?
Shrugging her shoulders she swallowed a mouthful of coffee, savouring it like it was the source of all of her sanity right now.
Eva: I dunno, I’ve done some pretty crazy shit for the sake of a pretty face and a prettier- well. Point is, shes just out of a bad relationship, she’s vulnerable. Before you give me that look, I'm not implying she's a fainting damsel……Just, tread carefully.
Jericho: I know. She wants things to go slow, so it will. With my head in a better state, I can be better for her than I would have before. As for whether or not I love her... hmm.
He looks down at nothing in particular, thinking hard as he searches for an answer.
Jericho: I could, very easily, in fact. But right now, not quite. I think we're just enjoying the way things are going right now.
Nodding she appeared almost thoughtful for a brief moment.
Eva: An what If there’s backlash from Alex?
A corner of his mouth curls upwards and his eyes narrow as he starts to get one of 'those' looks about him.
Jericho: If there is, he won't be fighting me in a ring. Outside it is a whole different game altogether. So let him try.
Eva: As I said tread carefully. Munin can do the crazy thing. She’s brought people a lot bigger than you to their knees and left them whimpering, but she’s more human than she likes to admit. As long as you’re both careful, respectful and act like sensible adults with regards to the fact that Trav’s involved in whatever emotional ride you guys are going on. Then you have my support and blessing. Just don’t muck up, or ill kick both your arses and let you think about what you’ve done before picking up the pieces.
Jericho: I know all of this already. Have you forgotten we both met her at the same time? We've known her the same length of time, the stuff you know, I know.
Eva: Oh honey, you’ve no idea. I’m guessing you’ve already heard all this from Leon, right?
Jericho doesn't answer right away. Taking a moment, it shows on his face as he searches for the right word.
Jericho: Hmm. Similar, but not from the same perspective.
Rinsing her cup as carefully and quietly as she could, she folded her arms across her chest as she leaned against the counter behind her. The walls of the apartment weren’t as thick as they were back home. Naptime was the first bit of peace she’d had from the twins all day so far, she didn’t want to ruin it now.
Eva: Yeah, I heard about you both devouring half a pigfarm……..
She was pretty sure that wasn’t part of any training diet she’d ever come across.
Eva: I am happy for you and Ninny you know. It’s just worrying. Relationships in this business don’t usually work, and with folk like the jilted ex in the background its too easy for cracks to surface….I don’t want to see either of you get hurt. I know Im being rather negative and I’m sorry for that……it fits the character though, right?
Raising a correcting finger, Jericho gets to his feet.
Jericho: I'm glad, and I get where you're coming from. The thing is, you're wrong on something. Yes, Munin is in the business, but I'm not. I may be dealing with Clan Mayhem, but not in any official capacity. I'm staying retired.
Eva: Oh yes! I’m glad you reminded me…..Bloody clan, bloody mayhem! What the bloody hell were you thinking?
Jericho: Leon didn't tell you?
Eva: Aye, but you’re smarter than that Jerry. You let the merry band of idiots be led by possibly the biggest fool of them all. You could’ve motivated folk a lot easier with a few words from yourself. You didn’t need a bunch of…..a bunch of….stupids.
Holding up a hand to indicate not a word was to be spoken about her clearly harsh insult, she shook her head.
Eva: If Munin wasn’t in the picture, what would it have taken for you to rein them in?
Jericho: Not much more. Words weren't enough, they never would be. At that point, the roster stopped caring. A familiar face didn't seem like enough to shake them up. I am sorry about your neck, but I did fuck up the judgement there. The roster couldn't muster up enough to fight with until you three and Kolic. Figured that was it until Kolic fucked everyone.
Eva: That’s not a mental image I needed…..Question is, once they’ve gone, what is there to stop the roster falling to doing nothing again?
Jericho: Easy. You three.
Eva: You clearly have more faith in folk than I do.
Jericho: I think introducing a ranking system might help. Then again, last time I tried to help, look what happened.
She’d started cleaning while they spoke. The warzone of stuffed toys and defeated enemies were one and same, they all formed a carpet of things she was likely to trip over. Throwing a plushie cow in his general direction it moo’d as it bounced.
Eva: Don’t be so defeatist. You do have a lot of very good ideas. It’s just how you execute them at times that leaves little to be desired.
He nods in agreement, knowing he couldn't argue the point entirely.
Jericho: Well, true. The Trouble Trax title went over quite well.
Eva: Aye, and behind the scenes you could be a valuable part of the wasteland. Put you in a suit, give you some powers, see how you can shake the place up.
Dumping the twins toys into a pop up toy box she turns her attention back to Jericho.
Jericho: Put me in a suit? You must be on acid. Executive positions are out of the question. Not my decision, by the way.
Eva: I can believe it given some of the decisions being made right now…..Point is you don’t need to be active to still have a lot of offer the wrestling world….and I’m not talking about just training with folk either. You were bloody good at what you did Jerry.
Jericho: You're saying there's still something I can do. I'm still happy to punch a few faces, but what do you have in mind?
Eva: Whatever you can. It’ll still be more than most are doing.
Putting a hand to his chin, Jericho strokes his beard as he ponders the kind of role he could take. Toeing the line blew up in his face anytime he tried, leaving the maverick approach as his only option.
Jericho: I'll need to think on it more, but you have a deal.
Eva: Awesome…
“Muuuuuuuuuuuum!”
Wincing at the pitiful sound and checking her watch as a reflex, she offered the Dread King an apologetic smile. Grown up talk would once again fall to the back burner.
Eva: Well……longer than I expected, but still not long enough. Have you met the twins properly yet?
Jericho: Properly, no. At least one was always asleep.
He smirks, finding the humour in it as he watches Eva prepare for another kiddy onslaught.
Eva: Looks like you’re about to.
No sooner had she spoken than they burst into the room. Lucan dressed in his dragon onesie hones in on his mother. He was rubbing his eyes, complaining in his most whiney voice about being starving hungry. Georgia looked like she’d never left the room. Roaring as she darted around the sofa she launched herself headfirst into one of the chairs. Her voice was muffled by the cushion as she attempted a handstand on the fabric.
Georgia: Can I play with the ‘zerker now?
Knowing exactly where this was going, he decides to cut out the 'negotiation' bollocks and turns to face the tiny terror. Holding his arms out to the side, looking up and giving a howling battle cry (careful not to put much power into it), he "charges" towards her at a pace easily evaded by anyone with legs.
Rolling onto her feet the little girl squealed with laughter as she seized her weapon of choice. The neon yellow battleaxe wasn’t as intimidating as her death stare.
Georgia: Luc, help!
Handing his mum his plushie leopard, the child affectionately known as Zippy pulled up his hood before charging into the game.
Eva: Erm…..okay? Jerry, I’ll go make the rainbow crew their lunch and then I’ll come rescue you…..
Finally finding the door, he knocks three times and waits. Almost instantly the door is opened by a small child. Hazel eyes fix on Jericho, scrutinising him with the kind of questioning look she clearly must’ve picked up from her mother. It was about all you could see of her head beneath the Viking helmet. Pursing her lips she seemed to have made a decision. Holding up a foam axe she poked him with it.
"Wanna be a ‘zerker?"
His eyes narrow, due to the humourous grin as he accepts the offered 'weapon'.
Jericho: I think I can manage that.
Eva: Georgia!
The young woman’s tone made it clear she was not amused. Squeaking, the little girl raises her sword, moving to stand side by side with Jericho.
Georgia: Quick! She’ll get us!
Looking from the tiny tot to her mother, he shrugs at her before throwing the axe at the IC champion.
It hits her on the head, bouncing away harmlessly enough. Arching a brow at the Dread King she stooped to pick up the offending weapon. Wielding it lost some of its effect when it flopped. Though the child was still transfixed.
Eva: It’s nap time Georgie.
Georgia: But Muuuuuum, Ima Viking! Vikings don’t need sleeps!
Eva: Course they do. Uncle Jerry sleeps, and look at how big and strong he is.
Eyes growing wide the little girl looked up at him with a new respect. Eva meanwhile looked at her friend with the threat that he better play along.
Georgia: Are you REALLY a Viking?
Jericho: Well, I do have long hair and a beard. See?
He spreads out the fingers of one hand to scratch his beard in a very exaggerated manner. A strange way to highlight beard ownership, but there you go.
Still not entirely convinced but more willing to believe it, since he did have the beard n’all, she huffed. Took off her helmet and threw her arms up to her mum to be carried. She may be a warrior princess, but she still needed hugs and to be tucked in. Voice low, Eva offers him a smile.
Eva: Thank you, I may rethink that kick I owe you. Meantime, get kettle on love. I’ll be back in a minute.
With a nod, he acknowledges the instruction, knowing that if Eva needs coffee, standing between her and said drink is to invite a swift kick in the bollocks. And he likes his bollocks as is, thank you very much. Flicking on the switch, he sits and waits.
Returning a few minutes later with a triumphant smile she rounds straight away on the coffee.
Eva: Out like a bloody light, stubborn as her sodding dad though that one. Also, I still might kick you in the balls. That all depends on what your intentions are towards my baby sister.
Jericho: I haven't seen Hayden in fuck knows how long. No intentions at all.
Making eye contact during his reply, Jericho somehow manages to keep a straight face. An ever so slight widening of the eyelids gives him away, however.
She knew him too well, just like he could probably anticipate her reply. Sipping from her freshly poured cup of coffee she shrugged.
Eva: You know, I can go get my steel toe caps? Pretty sure Nin wont appreciate it too much, but you guys are taking it slow anyway right? Won’t be needing your jewels any time soon.
Jericho: Depending on her intentions towards me, I suppose.
Giving a smart Alecky smirk, he holds his hands up to show he's done now.
Jericho: What is it you want to know?
Eva: How do you feel about her? I mean, do you love her or is she just a passing interest?
Jericho raises an eyebrow, his face straight as an arrow.
Jericho: Passing interest... really? I'll put it this way, I came out a week early to come halfway round the world when I saw what happened. That doesn't sound like a passing interest, wouldn't you agree?
Shrugging her shoulders she swallowed a mouthful of coffee, savouring it like it was the source of all of her sanity right now.
Eva: I dunno, I’ve done some pretty crazy shit for the sake of a pretty face and a prettier- well. Point is, shes just out of a bad relationship, she’s vulnerable. Before you give me that look, I'm not implying she's a fainting damsel……Just, tread carefully.
Jericho: I know. She wants things to go slow, so it will. With my head in a better state, I can be better for her than I would have before. As for whether or not I love her... hmm.
He looks down at nothing in particular, thinking hard as he searches for an answer.
Jericho: I could, very easily, in fact. But right now, not quite. I think we're just enjoying the way things are going right now.
Nodding she appeared almost thoughtful for a brief moment.
Eva: An what If there’s backlash from Alex?
A corner of his mouth curls upwards and his eyes narrow as he starts to get one of 'those' looks about him.
Jericho: If there is, he won't be fighting me in a ring. Outside it is a whole different game altogether. So let him try.
Eva: As I said tread carefully. Munin can do the crazy thing. She’s brought people a lot bigger than you to their knees and left them whimpering, but she’s more human than she likes to admit. As long as you’re both careful, respectful and act like sensible adults with regards to the fact that Trav’s involved in whatever emotional ride you guys are going on. Then you have my support and blessing. Just don’t muck up, or ill kick both your arses and let you think about what you’ve done before picking up the pieces.
Jericho: I know all of this already. Have you forgotten we both met her at the same time? We've known her the same length of time, the stuff you know, I know.
Eva: Oh honey, you’ve no idea. I’m guessing you’ve already heard all this from Leon, right?
Jericho doesn't answer right away. Taking a moment, it shows on his face as he searches for the right word.
Jericho: Hmm. Similar, but not from the same perspective.
Rinsing her cup as carefully and quietly as she could, she folded her arms across her chest as she leaned against the counter behind her. The walls of the apartment weren’t as thick as they were back home. Naptime was the first bit of peace she’d had from the twins all day so far, she didn’t want to ruin it now.
Eva: Yeah, I heard about you both devouring half a pigfarm……..
She was pretty sure that wasn’t part of any training diet she’d ever come across.
Eva: I am happy for you and Ninny you know. It’s just worrying. Relationships in this business don’t usually work, and with folk like the jilted ex in the background its too easy for cracks to surface….I don’t want to see either of you get hurt. I know Im being rather negative and I’m sorry for that……it fits the character though, right?
Raising a correcting finger, Jericho gets to his feet.
Jericho: I'm glad, and I get where you're coming from. The thing is, you're wrong on something. Yes, Munin is in the business, but I'm not. I may be dealing with Clan Mayhem, but not in any official capacity. I'm staying retired.
Eva: Oh yes! I’m glad you reminded me…..Bloody clan, bloody mayhem! What the bloody hell were you thinking?
Jericho: Leon didn't tell you?
Eva: Aye, but you’re smarter than that Jerry. You let the merry band of idiots be led by possibly the biggest fool of them all. You could’ve motivated folk a lot easier with a few words from yourself. You didn’t need a bunch of…..a bunch of….stupids.
Holding up a hand to indicate not a word was to be spoken about her clearly harsh insult, she shook her head.
Eva: If Munin wasn’t in the picture, what would it have taken for you to rein them in?
Jericho: Not much more. Words weren't enough, they never would be. At that point, the roster stopped caring. A familiar face didn't seem like enough to shake them up. I am sorry about your neck, but I did fuck up the judgement there. The roster couldn't muster up enough to fight with until you three and Kolic. Figured that was it until Kolic fucked everyone.
Eva: That’s not a mental image I needed…..Question is, once they’ve gone, what is there to stop the roster falling to doing nothing again?
Jericho: Easy. You three.
Eva: You clearly have more faith in folk than I do.
Jericho: I think introducing a ranking system might help. Then again, last time I tried to help, look what happened.
She’d started cleaning while they spoke. The warzone of stuffed toys and defeated enemies were one and same, they all formed a carpet of things she was likely to trip over. Throwing a plushie cow in his general direction it moo’d as it bounced.
Eva: Don’t be so defeatist. You do have a lot of very good ideas. It’s just how you execute them at times that leaves little to be desired.
He nods in agreement, knowing he couldn't argue the point entirely.
Jericho: Well, true. The Trouble Trax title went over quite well.
Eva: Aye, and behind the scenes you could be a valuable part of the wasteland. Put you in a suit, give you some powers, see how you can shake the place up.
Dumping the twins toys into a pop up toy box she turns her attention back to Jericho.
Jericho: Put me in a suit? You must be on acid. Executive positions are out of the question. Not my decision, by the way.
Eva: I can believe it given some of the decisions being made right now…..Point is you don’t need to be active to still have a lot of offer the wrestling world….and I’m not talking about just training with folk either. You were bloody good at what you did Jerry.
Jericho: You're saying there's still something I can do. I'm still happy to punch a few faces, but what do you have in mind?
Eva: Whatever you can. It’ll still be more than most are doing.
Putting a hand to his chin, Jericho strokes his beard as he ponders the kind of role he could take. Toeing the line blew up in his face anytime he tried, leaving the maverick approach as his only option.
Jericho: I'll need to think on it more, but you have a deal.
Eva: Awesome…
“Muuuuuuuuuuuum!”
Wincing at the pitiful sound and checking her watch as a reflex, she offered the Dread King an apologetic smile. Grown up talk would once again fall to the back burner.
Eva: Well……longer than I expected, but still not long enough. Have you met the twins properly yet?
Jericho: Properly, no. At least one was always asleep.
He smirks, finding the humour in it as he watches Eva prepare for another kiddy onslaught.
Eva: Looks like you’re about to.
No sooner had she spoken than they burst into the room. Lucan dressed in his dragon onesie hones in on his mother. He was rubbing his eyes, complaining in his most whiney voice about being starving hungry. Georgia looked like she’d never left the room. Roaring as she darted around the sofa she launched herself headfirst into one of the chairs. Her voice was muffled by the cushion as she attempted a handstand on the fabric.
Georgia: Can I play with the ‘zerker now?
Knowing exactly where this was going, he decides to cut out the 'negotiation' bollocks and turns to face the tiny terror. Holding his arms out to the side, looking up and giving a howling battle cry (careful not to put much power into it), he "charges" towards her at a pace easily evaded by anyone with legs.
Rolling onto her feet the little girl squealed with laughter as she seized her weapon of choice. The neon yellow battleaxe wasn’t as intimidating as her death stare.
Georgia: Luc, help!
Handing his mum his plushie leopard, the child affectionately known as Zippy pulled up his hood before charging into the game.
Eva: Erm…..okay? Jerry, I’ll go make the rainbow crew their lunch and then I’ll come rescue you…..
