As per usual for this time of year, Swain had called a meeting of all the summoners and champions representing Noxus at the Institute of War. The group had collected in Noxus, at what had once been the council of generals during the Ionian campaign. While the summoners sat at attention and contributed to the discussion, the champions, aside from Darius and Swain himself, sat around looking bored. As Swain droned on and those paying attention shared their views and ideas toward his goals, one could hear Talon and Katarina playing a sort of game in which each threw a knife into the floor as close to the other's foot as possible without actually wounding the other. The first to flinch their foot away from the knife was regarded as the loser. LeBlanc was the only one behaving oddly, starting with her appearance. While it could be said that the deceiver had a split personality, which sometimes manifested itself in her appearance, today that would be an understatement. The left half of her hair was dyed completely white, the other half jet black. Her face was also split down the middle, her makeup white on one side and black on the other. Her clothes split diagonally in a black and white pattern. Most of the others at the meeting had disregarded it is the deceiver's usual oddity, but a few of those gathered had an inkling that something was not right with LeBlanc. She was fidgeting in a way that told those who looked that she was not merely bored, but there was something that was picking at her mind. Suddenly, a look of terror flashed across her face for a split second, returning to the previous bored expression quickly. She stood up and turned away from the council table.
"And where, may I ask, are you going, Deceiver?" asked Swain, feeling a little insulted that one of his most talented magicians wasn't participating.
"I must relieve myself, grand general, please excuse me." replied LeBlanc, not turning around. She continued to the lavatory and the rest of the group continued the council. A few minutes later they could hear strange sounds from the lavatory, intermittent shouting and sobbing, and some unintelligible sounds between a whisper and a gasp.
"Katarina, could you go check on LeBlanc? I fear she may not be quite alright." said Swain, and Katarina got up, relieved to have an excuse to leave the table, while Talon smirked at her, deciding himself the winner of their game. She turned down the hall to the lavatories, but after a few minutes the sounds had not stopped, nor had either woman returned.
"Want something done right, do it yourself." Swain muttered to himself as he stood up and hobbled out to see what was going on. As he rounded the corner he saw Katarina standing in front of the door to the ladies lavatory, staring wide eyed and open mouthed. Swain hobbled faster, his raven shifting side to side on his shoulders nervously. Suddenly it took off and flew away from him, back into the council room. Even more confused, Swain finally finished his hobbling race to the door, knocking Katarina out of the way. As he leaned heavily on his cane to catch his breath, he looked in and saw two scenes, shifting between one another. The first, LeBlanc kneeling on the floor, her hands clutching her head as if it had fallen apart and she were desperately holding the pieces together, crying and choking out whispers of "Make it stop" between sobs and gasps for breath. The second, two LeBlancs, one with white hair, makeup, and clothing, the other with black, standing up, shouting at each other, arguing. The two scenes rapidly switched until the single LeBlanc seemed to regain control and the two clones stopped appearing.
It took Swain a moment to take in what he'd seen, and he didn't notice that the rest of the meetings attendees had followed him. They had all seen what was going on. LeBlanc, while they gaped at her, didn't notice that they had come, and continued in her anguish on the floor.