Braig walked through the hallways of the Institute, his hood brought over his head. The man walked with a noticeable slouch, but still had enough posture to give a small air of authority. The summoner passed by other summoners, some of which bowed to the Watchman as a sign of respect.
As of now the brunette was heading towards the Reflection Chamber, where he would delve into the mind of a Psychopathic maniac, who not only managed to take down multiple champions, but resisted and pushed back a spell meant to link his mind with others. Not only that, said killer also had little to none magic inside of him, which meant that the powerful champions that prided themselves in being unbeatable got killed (repeatedly) by a civilian.
'A civilian with mental issues worse than Jinx and Teemo combined, but a civilian nonetheless.' Braig noted in his head. He let out a quiet groan, he really didn't want to do this, he had experienced what goes on in the Jeff's head. The want to murder, to harm others, to relish in the afterglow of a kill and oddly enough, the need to beat an elf-boy in a video game. Where that last one came from he didn't know.
As he continued to ponder about his dreaded predicament, he didn't notice a pair of red eyes watching from the shadows.
Jeff tapped his knife against the floor, following a random beat in his head. He was currently on the floor of the Reflection Chamber, a room filled with mirrors. He had voiced the stupidity of the name to the two hooded pricks that brought him into the room. The woman laughed, while the man stayed silent. Before they promptly throw him onto the floor.
So our maniac, who still hasn't gotten up from the floor, merely stared upwards, waiting for something to come. According to the two pricks, the Reflection Chamber was made for Summons to reflect on their goals and/or previously done actions. Jeff imagined that if what they said were true, than that probably meant he would have to go through every single one of his murders, expecting him to break down crying in realisation. In reality though he would be laughing the entire time, he knew why he killed them, and even if they showed him 'another' side, he wouldn't regret it.
He had only regretted one murder his entire life. Something he had done long ago during his greenhorn killing years, the regret was what drove him forward, and that regret also held him back. However, after spending an unknown amount of time with beings of monstrosity, crazier than the craziest of maniacs and Jane, the regret was suppressed until he could no longer feel it. Now, only blood lust drove him.
The door the chamber opened, snapping Jeff from his reminiscence of his life (so far). He turned his head slightly to see another hooded prick. This time he had blue trimmings on his cloak as well as a faint eye shape on the front of the hood.
"Yo" Jeff grinned, sitting up. The hooded prick looked towards Jeff, he sighed and started muttering under his breath.
"Okay Braig, ignore the terrifying face for a moment. Just breath and do your job" A grimace grew on his face. The summoner brought his hood down, seeing as he didn't need it at the moment, besides if this Killer was really magic less, then what he was about to do needed for him to have his hood down.
Clearing his throat, Braig smiled at the Killer "Hello there m-" "Holy shit, is that you concerned pussy?" His eye twitched at the nickname, an annoyed snarl grew on his face. He took a deep breath and calmed himself again.
Jeff sat up to stare at him with an amused grin "So that what you look like, eh C.P.? I thought you would be more girly" he stated. Braig nodded absent-mindedly, once again calmed himself down. "Yes, I sometimes get that from some of the summoners" he said casually, ignoring the snicker from the Killer in front of him. The summoner blinked for a moment to process what he had just said. He surpressed a groan.
Braig watch the man cross his legs and turned his body to face him "So, pussy what are you here for?" he asked. He sighed "As I've told you before, my name isn't that word you keep describing me with" Braig stated exasperatedly, Jeff gave him a bemused look "So are you telling me, that there are parents who name their child after a verb for an accurate shooter, really?" was his sarcastic reply.
'Touché' Braig said in his head. Summoner names were very important to summoners, gods know what might happen to them if they're real name and information were to be leaked out in public. 'Still, If I'm going to do this, might as well give him my name' Braig let out a tired breath, this was too much for him.
"I can understand your confusion" he turned to Jeff with a smile, "So allow me to introduce myself correctly" he bowed, lightly tilting his head forward "My name is Braig, my Summoner Name is Sharpshooter, I'm currently a Diamond-III-Rank Summoner and I also hold the position as a Watchman." Braig lifted his head to see the grinning face of Jeff.
Said killer stood up and offered his right hand with a cock of his head "Jeff the Killer, psychotic maniac as well as one of the strongest human pasta's around" He stated casually. Braig blinked for a moment, as the word 'pasta' floated in his head. He allowed a smirk to grow on his face at the ridiculous name and simply disregarded it. If anything, It was probably the name of his group of fellow murderers and cut-throats.
"Very well, greetings Jeff" Braig replied, shaking the killer's coarse hand "I assume you already know, why you're here?" He asked. Jeff rolled his eyes "Something about 'Judgement' or something" he replied lazily.
"That's correct" Braig said with controlled enthusiasm, If he had learnt something from the multiple Judgements that he had observed over the past few years, is that he needed to seem happy. If not, then the would-be-champion of the League would be hesitant to open up his mind. "So before we start, do you have any complaints, or any dangerous mental problems we might have to watch out for?" He asked.
Jeff, looked to the side for a split-second, before he shook his head. "No, besides me being bat-shit insane, I'm pretty fine." He answered.
Braig let out a breath of relief, and clapped his hands "Great, before we start though, I need do something first." The summoner walked closer to Jeff with his hands raised, Jeff leaned back slightly "What are you going to do?" The killer questioned, a hand reached into the pocket holding his knife.
Braig gave a soft smile, he lowered his hands slightly and looked at him in the eye "Don't worry, you have a special condition, because of the…severe lack of magical power inside of you" Braig saw Jeff pulled his mouth into a line. "Because of that, I need to cast a spell that should simulate a sort-of magical energy that'll open up your mind for the League" he reassured with a smile.
While he was hesitant Jeff sighed and leaned in closer, he was helping him. Besides It couldn't be worse than ol Slendy's mind fucking would it? So he looked down as the Watchman went to place his hands onto his face. He didn't let the touch disturb him, heck Eyeless Jack would sometimes creep in his bed to feel the area where his kidneys would be.
That masked fucker would always leave with a knife in his shoulder.
Braig nodded and lit his hands with an ethereal glow. When Briag's hands came in contact with his skin, he let out a surprised gasp. The summoner felt the leathery-latex texture of Jeff's skin with shock. Every inch of his bleached white skin felt like he was touching a rubber ball. "I-Is your skin artificial?" He asked aloud as he continued to feel the killer's face.
Jeff flicked his eyes upwards "Yeah, they are. The doctors told me that they needed to replace my real skin with a graft or something, considering it got burnt off" he stated casually, not noticing the grimace on Braig's face. At the memory of that… incident, Jeff absent-mindlessly ran a hand through his hair, his fingers raked against the charred locks of what was once brown hair "My hair got burnt to" he added.
Braig noticed that his hair indeed looked like as if It had been burnt. The raven locks look too black and charred to be natural. Quickly he shook his head, he needed to focus on his task, not question on previous scars of the killer. Focusing on his mana, he activated his spell. A soft ethereal glow surrounded the two, Jeff squinted as the glow glared into his unblinking eyes, while Braig had closed his own eyes to maintain his concentration. The ethereal light started to solidify, and went in to surround Jeff's body like a cloak.
Once he felt the strain of spell lessen Braig opened his eyes and took a step back. He looked at the Killer, he first took note of the barely visible glow that radiated off of Jeff, as well as the extremely calm expression on his face. Braig couldn't help but grimace slightly at how relaxed Jeff was.
On Jeff's side, he felt calm, like really calm. For once the voices in his head were inaudible, murder wasn't the main objective in his head, and he felt like all he wanted to do was sit down and talk. Of course after living with beings who can manipulate your mind as easy as they can breathe, this sent a large red flag for him.
The killer gave a (forced) lazy glare to the summoner, he wanted to growl but all he felt like doing was bare his teeth slightly "Okay what gives, why do I feel like I just went through a field of burning drugs" he spoke, the always present coarseness of his voice was dramatically less than usual.
Braig smiled as he walked back and crossed his hands behind his back "Like I said Jeff, I casted a spell that's stimulating your very sparse magical energy inside of you, which would make it easier for you to open up your mind to the League's judgement" he explained. With that he lifted up his hand and set it alight with the same ethereal glow. Once more he gave Jeff a smile "And don't worry, we'll make sure no harm will come onto you" he reassured kindly, before the glow in his hand expanded outwards like a flash.
When the light reached Jeff, he suddenly felt tired and woozy. He toppled back as memories suddenly raced themselves into his mind, he fell back as a bright light filled his vision.
A/N: Yeah sorry for the delay, I had to cut this one short because I'm afraid I must screw up Jeff's judgement. Hey story interactive time, what do you think Jeff's judgement will be?