Kali doesn't quite step back after she's done as much as concede the floor to others. From there it's a more gradual slip backward to take a sideways lean against a vertical surface of some kind. She listens as the others declare domains, pledge their support...or don't. The point is, many of them are coming forward to be heard, which means that Kali has an opportunity to hear them all.
She grins a little, albeit with an arched eyebrow, when the Setites step forward to announce that their business is the same as hers. It's nothing new, but the fact that she is just "the Ravnos" seems to amuse her. As they announce that they will leave turf wars in the hands of the kine involved, the Rroma woman gives an acceding nod.
"Best way to handle it," she says during the break between her rival drug lord's sentences. Even if he refuses to pretend she's in the room, that's just not the way she does business. She'll impress that upon him later. She does take note of the way he pledges support...in vagueries. Something to take note of, because it gives the Setite wiggle room that Kali wants to make sure narrows some.
Then there's Malcolm, the Tremere and their ex-Sabbat status. To her credit, the Ravnos with her own, strong proclivities against the Sabbat does little more than narrow her eyes at the revelation as the din erupts around them. And even that is brief, before she smiles widely right back at Malcolm and offer her applause, ostensibly in support of the new Warlocks. She gives Malcolm a big, warm smile and puts her fingers up in mirrored 'L's,' framing him as if in a camera shot and tightening it in as if zooming. The meaning may not be clear to many, but it's probably clear to the two of them.
Ready for your close-up, shovelhead motherfucker? are the exact words that run through her mind, though not in that particular tongue. She certainly doesn't express it either; she instead just winks in a friendly manner to him.
Kali
[[Per+Alert for Elysium Scene!]]
Dice: 5 d10 TN8 (4, 6, 8, 8, 10) ( success x 3 )
John St. Germain
[Witnessed!]
And as things die down, her attention snaps to a few hostile words from the Sheriff and the local Gangrel. Kali subtlely looks in that direction and then slips back to come to rest next to Mercy.
"I love the way you make friends, you know that?" Her gaze shifts to the wild one, grinning with the tease inherent in that statement. She knows Mercy isn't interested in making friends and the tone the Ravnos uses makes it clear that she's aware of it. "You have such a people person nature."
She leans in, speaking quieter this time. Others might wonder what a Gangrel and Ravnos, clans never known for being on particularly good terms, might have to whisper about in Elysium. It can't be good.
"We should talk later. You, me and Jack at the least. I got a translation off that ring we got of Baja's client, and it's not the best of news."
And with that she pulls back out of the Gangrel's personal space, though she remains nearby. Perhaps just to make people wonder.
She grins a little, albeit with an arched eyebrow, when the Setites step forward to announce that their business is the same as hers. It's nothing new, but the fact that she is just "the Ravnos" seems to amuse her. As they announce that they will leave turf wars in the hands of the kine involved, the Rroma woman gives an acceding nod.
"Best way to handle it," she says during the break between her rival drug lord's sentences. Even if he refuses to pretend she's in the room, that's just not the way she does business. She'll impress that upon him later. She does take note of the way he pledges support...in vagueries. Something to take note of, because it gives the Setite wiggle room that Kali wants to make sure narrows some.
Then there's Malcolm, the Tremere and their ex-Sabbat status. To her credit, the Ravnos with her own, strong proclivities against the Sabbat does little more than narrow her eyes at the revelation as the din erupts around them. And even that is brief, before she smiles widely right back at Malcolm and offer her applause, ostensibly in support of the new Warlocks. She gives Malcolm a big, warm smile and puts her fingers up in mirrored 'L's,' framing him as if in a camera shot and tightening it in as if zooming. The meaning may not be clear to many, but it's probably clear to the two of them.
Ready for your close-up, shovelhead motherfucker? are the exact words that run through her mind, though not in that particular tongue. She certainly doesn't express it either; she instead just winks in a friendly manner to him.
Kali
[[Per+Alert for Elysium Scene!]]
Dice: 5 d10 TN8 (4, 6, 8, 8, 10) ( success x 3 )
John St. Germain
[Witnessed!]
And as things die down, her attention snaps to a few hostile words from the Sheriff and the local Gangrel. Kali subtlely looks in that direction and then slips back to come to rest next to Mercy.
"I love the way you make friends, you know that?" Her gaze shifts to the wild one, grinning with the tease inherent in that statement. She knows Mercy isn't interested in making friends and the tone the Ravnos uses makes it clear that she's aware of it. "You have such a people person nature."
She leans in, speaking quieter this time. Others might wonder what a Gangrel and Ravnos, clans never known for being on particularly good terms, might have to whisper about in Elysium. It can't be good.
"We should talk later. You, me and Jack at the least. I got a translation off that ring we got of Baja's client, and it's not the best of news."
And with that she pulls back out of the Gangrel's personal space, though she remains nearby. Perhaps just to make people wonder.
"The anger of a good man is not a problem. Good men have too many rules."
"Good men don't need rules. And today's not the day to find out why I have so many."
"Good men don't need rules. And today's not the day to find out why I have so many."