Lady Callaghan had been sitting as quiet as a wallflower should. Occasionally looking up to see the goings on of the party. She was lonely. Being a Technocrat was a waste of time to her. Very few of them got along with her and few still thought her opinions were anything but nonsense. Such was the life of a lady. She never had much fun at these. Mainly hoping that she would meet the few friendly faces that she knew. However that was as far from the case as possible. Earl and Lady Lightfeather were as aloof as could be. She liked the Earl. He had always been kind to her. Evelyn had been going to the Lightfeather estate since she was a little girl. Her parents were always climbing the social ladder and they had been one more rung. She used to make cakes in the kitchen with the servants. Of course that was when her parents were busy at their shooting parties. She even remembered being caught by him once and he simply gave a smile. So she was awfully disappointed by not being able to speak with them. Then again Lady Callaghan didn't really know what a real friendship was. It wasn't like competing families truly cared for one another bar keeping the proles down as an only common motive. 

Evelyn curled up some at the side of the room. Looking around for friendly faces and as usual finding none. She had been nursing the small glass of champagne she had for hours and had been holding it blankly for almost as long when a pretty looking servant pulled it from her hand. "[b]Excuse me miss?[/b]", she said softly to her. Wanting a little conversation. But she was exceptionally busy. Walking off just as quickly as she came to the kitchen. She had wondered if she had even registered that she was talking to her. As her social programming demanded. The second that note sounded through the ballroom she snapped to attention to look at the Earl and his wife. She gave a soft giggle when he talked of investment. She had indeed invested in the mine, however the dividends that were paid to her were funnelled straight into healing injured workers. Evelyn gave a little wave to him. Getting a small smile in return. Hardly noticeable to most people. THBOOOM! 

Lady Evelyn was on the floor. She was so out of it she didn't know what was going on, barely able to move to her side to cough out the dust she had breathed in. Her flowing dress had been near shredded and she had more cuts and bruises then she'd care to think about. She gasped as she tried to get her breath back before hearing the deafening crunch as the glass ceiling was broken through. [i]Wh...what is happening?[/i] she tried to think through to herself before she saw the omminous look of the dark figure behind the Earl. She whimpered softly. Was this the man she'd heard about. Why was he here? Why Earl lightfeather? She struggled to get to her feet in time to see the figure lift him by his collar. Her eyes going wide as those final...words left the mysterious mans lips. [i]"Execution..."[/i]. The young technocrat let out a cry. "[b]NO! DON'T[/b]!", raising her hand to the Earl before three razor sharp blades peirced his heart and he fell to the ground floor unceremoniously. She looked at the body. Then raised her head to see him speak triumphantly at what he did. [i]A lesson?[/i] What kind of lesson is this? He murdered a man in cold blood. Murdered so many servants...Her head was spinning but she could see many were badly injured. 

She began to weep softly as she moved towards a servant girl who had quite a badly lacerated arm. Tearing her dress she moved to use it as a tourniquet. Getting a scathing look for doing so from the few upperclass whom weren't in shock or evacuating the building. A technocrat began to swear and shout at the servants whom were trying to tend to other injured servants. Demanding they tend to his suit. Having been mildly stained by his champagne when the bomb went off. Standing slowly she moved to him. Standing before him she steeled herself and said quite simply. "Leave or help.", before she took ahold of his neckerchief and pulled it from his coatpocket. Throwing it to a servant whom was desperately trying to stop the bloodflow of a friend.