Guildmaster's Annual Assembly! (Open)

Famine was back where she belonged, her guild; all thanks too a certain God of Ishval. The mage was right at home surrounded by darkness, dust, and the colorless stone walls of her emptied guildhall. Cross-legged she, she sat in her throne down the center of the room, the crumbling statue of the basilisk looking over her from behind the seat. She was glowering down at something in her hands. The brunette held a rhombus shaped lacrima, which showed moving pictures against it's several flat sides, the scenes from the meeting currently in session miles away.

Famine clutched the viewing lacrima wedged between her hands more fiercely as she watched the expression on Heero's face change when he peered in Shuhei's direction. The look in the legal masters eyes was one that was visibly suspicious... Curse the slayer, somehow he could sense everything from gunfire across the continent to the brush of a leaf against the ground. As a result of her fierce and strengthening grip a crack threaded across the surface of the picture, etching down Heero's visage just as the screen blinked back to him whispering to Leonard and a woman with long bleached hair, Alyia.

Thanks to the storms of Mt. Hakobe outside the fortress the saturation of the picture dwindled, images becoming slightly more grainy as the shot rotated between the masters, between the crowd. The meeting came to order and the audience drew silent....all until the questions came. Her azure irises narrowed against the buzzing, illuminating screen....

The first topic of discussion wouldn't be one of any of Fiore's true threats but the potential ones the surrounding continents posed. To no surprise it was first Heero who shared his view on the situation.

An amusement bubbled in her throat, and she couldn't hold it back. The maniacal little laughter escaped through her sharp blade-like smile. "Oh you liar!~" Though her voice was filled to the brim with energy the words left her quietly. "It wasn't your guild who recovered Worldbreaker. That glory is mine... but you can keep it... a reminder." Famine full well knew she was talking to herself but the insanity kept her from remaining wordless through the course of the conference, as if it were tugging at her mental chords, playing her like an instrument... noting, commenting, plotting, wanting...hating...

A white form began coiling itself up the Guild Masters tattooed sleeve, coming to rest against her shoulder. Famine smiled softly and blissfully as the little serpents forked tongue hissed out at the view of Heero inside the larcima as if to show hostility. Without taking her gaze away from the screening her attention adverted briefly to her pet. "Yes.... I can't forgive him either for what he's done."