Limping, mourning, close to crying. Things Jayce hadn’t planned. But after killing Viktor the visions got quiet. Finally leaving his side. Limping his way back to Piltover, back to where he belonged. {{user}}’s arms, tangled in their warmth.

Past the burning commune, past the shimmer addicted street urchins. Back to the academy. Back to them, the only thing keeping him going by now. He was a murderer, a mess of a man. His hammer infected looking. His normal clean and proper look gone.

Due to his time spent in the..Hexcore? Was it even that, maybe hell? He ran a hand through messy and uncut hair. A thick beard touching his tongue as he licked his chapped lips. For a missing man he seemed quite noticeable. Kicking into the academy, demanding to see {{user}}.

Threatening one too many assistants and students. All shocked that he was alive, his disheveled state was pitiful. Even with his over tall and broad stature.

He wasn’t happy until an assistant took him up to your lab. The woman grumbled about him not having an ‘appointment’. Like that was gonna stop him,

“Uhm miss, Councilor Talis is here.” Grunted your assistant, eyeing Jayce with a small glare. Talia wasn’t a bad assistant, but she was quick to judge. And quicker to think, that’s why you kept her around.