The Ravnos looks up from her whispering to Mercy as Adelaide declares Rasumussen the Prince. It is an entirely expected development and it means the status quo will remain. There's a touch of sardonicism in her smile, but it is very faint. She has nothing at all against the man; she just generally appreciates it when the status quo is flipped. At least, unless the status quo has her on top.
To her credit, she nods a little to his words about not losing ground to the Sabbat. One of the primary reasons that the Ravnos is in the Camarilla instead of an independent like her clanmate Baja or so many Ravnos around the world is the fact that they are not the Sabbat. She hasn't spoken about her issues with the other sect with anyone here, but she's made it clear before her opposition to their ways, both in words and deed. So while she isn't swept up in a wave of propagandaic enthusiasm, she can acknowledge the man's words because they coincide (in part) with her own thoughts.
The announcements begin of Seneschals and Sheriffs...more calcifying of the new order. She vaguely listens to the names but little more, starting to lose interest. Primgen reveals mean nothing when, as the single member of an independent clan that claims membership in the Ivory Tower, you're not afforded your own spot.
Her attention begins to wander, until a single word splits the hall in which they stand and a wooden spike splits the heart of a Ventrue that they should all fear and respect. That is literally all the Ravnos needs and even as Adelaide is being hoisted up, she's reached behind her under that leather jacket and whipped out a gun. Her lip curls...she doesn't need to guess what's happened. The Sabbat have violated the sanctity of Elysium, which many within the Camarilla think is some sort of protective dome that can't be breached.
As Kali's weapon can attest to, the Ravnos feels very differently than those Camarilla members. Many of whom are now screaming and running.
She takes a quick stock of who's running and who's staying. She sees the Anarchs, Lux and Everett, stand their ground. The latter even tries to inspire like some sort of undead fucking Braveheart re-enactment. To his credit, he seems to be topping Mel Gibson's speech. Jack is apparently not leaving either. Mercy, she knows, will not leave. Others she doesn't know are sticking around. And, for the moment, so is she.
"Typical," she mutters to Mercy as she cocks her gun. "The Camarilla needs the Anarchs and cast-offs to save the day." Not that Kali isn't considering when and where to make her escape if it gets too rough...but for this moment, she's holding off for many reasons. Hatred of the invaders. The opportunity to improve her standing in the Ivory Tower. The fact that if most of the people staying die, she's out of allies again.
"All right, let's be superheroes." She prepares to take aim. "Dibs on the Black Widow role. I'd look good in that outfit, and I got the hair to match."
To her credit, she nods a little to his words about not losing ground to the Sabbat. One of the primary reasons that the Ravnos is in the Camarilla instead of an independent like her clanmate Baja or so many Ravnos around the world is the fact that they are not the Sabbat. She hasn't spoken about her issues with the other sect with anyone here, but she's made it clear before her opposition to their ways, both in words and deed. So while she isn't swept up in a wave of propagandaic enthusiasm, she can acknowledge the man's words because they coincide (in part) with her own thoughts.
The announcements begin of Seneschals and Sheriffs...more calcifying of the new order. She vaguely listens to the names but little more, starting to lose interest. Primgen reveals mean nothing when, as the single member of an independent clan that claims membership in the Ivory Tower, you're not afforded your own spot.
Her attention begins to wander, until a single word splits the hall in which they stand and a wooden spike splits the heart of a Ventrue that they should all fear and respect. That is literally all the Ravnos needs and even as Adelaide is being hoisted up, she's reached behind her under that leather jacket and whipped out a gun. Her lip curls...she doesn't need to guess what's happened. The Sabbat have violated the sanctity of Elysium, which many within the Camarilla think is some sort of protective dome that can't be breached.
As Kali's weapon can attest to, the Ravnos feels very differently than those Camarilla members. Many of whom are now screaming and running.
She takes a quick stock of who's running and who's staying. She sees the Anarchs, Lux and Everett, stand their ground. The latter even tries to inspire like some sort of undead fucking Braveheart re-enactment. To his credit, he seems to be topping Mel Gibson's speech. Jack is apparently not leaving either. Mercy, she knows, will not leave. Others she doesn't know are sticking around. And, for the moment, so is she.
"Typical," she mutters to Mercy as she cocks her gun. "The Camarilla needs the Anarchs and cast-offs to save the day." Not that Kali isn't considering when and where to make her escape if it gets too rough...but for this moment, she's holding off for many reasons. Hatred of the invaders. The opportunity to improve her standing in the Ivory Tower. The fact that if most of the people staying die, she's out of allies again.
"All right, let's be superheroes." She prepares to take aim. "Dibs on the Black Widow role. I'd look good in that outfit, and I got the hair to match."
"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."