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Steampunk: Technica-Autocrator

@PatrickDrummer Lol. Posted a minute before me. God damn it :p.

Steampunk: Technica-Autocrator

Evelyn looked the Fat Technocrat in the eyes as he began to raise his hand. She winced as she realised it was to strike her. Her eyes closed tightly. She opened them however not to find herself on the ground in pain but looking at an older brown haired gentleman having manhandled her foe and blocked her delicate mind from the situation. It was rather nice she had to admit. In response to his comment she gave a soft smile to him, "Do tell your father about this....I'm sure he'd be happy", a very thinly veiled threat to counter the one he made to the prole. Lady Callaghan knew how to apply social pressure, as well as financial to a certain degree. But the former was the greater power among the technocrats. They lusted after social prowess and pride before money. She gave a soft smile to him the same one she had just used so threateningly and curtsied gently, looking more out of place due to the torn, shaggy nature of her clothes than the fact she had just given a mark of respect to a prole. "I am quite good thank you. I do appreciate the help", she turned around to gaze on the tradgedy that had just befallen the party. "I will avenge the people who died here to day. Earl lightfeather was a good man and none of these people deserved to die for the quarrel he had.", in typical fashion for her class. She meant it. "And your name kind sir?", Evelyn asked gently outreaching her hand for him to take. "I must send word to the hospital. They can have personnel over here in minutes". Funny thing being not a single technocrat bar the Earl had died. "I just wonder how long till he comes after me too...", she said to herself softly as she walked over to the hole in the wall. Then pulled a small device from her purse, twisted the cap at the base four times and held it to the air and put a finger in her ear.

PHAWOOOMPH!

The flare went up quickly making noise galore, the twists had altered the amount of explosive and chemicals. Changing the colour and noise profile. Allowing her to scale the emergency notice. Quite the impressive little trinket, her mother made sure she carry it at all times. It was a message to the Emergency Medical Staff at the hospital. Well, their definition of an emergency was a technocrat being injured, but influence had it's perks. She could get the injured treated. Father would not be happy with the bills but they would certainly be paid in full. Pride before all, the family motto. It wasn't long before the message was relayed to the hospital and Airships were dispatched to the hall. Bringing with them the best medicine money could buy. My god she had some explaining to do. She brought the capsule down and looked to the flare in the sky, before looking back to the hall. A rather drunk, well dressed man quickly approached them after that. Looking at him she gave a gentle smile as he lowered to his knees. "Why yes good sir. But you are the one who needs to be leaving, I am sure that Lady LightFeather isn't going to appreciate the bullet in her lacquered wall", she giggled and pulled him up by the hand.

Steampunk: Technica-Autocrator

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Rush is a prole xD

Steampunk: Technica-Autocrator

xD

Never noticed the edit.

I was wondering why some guy wanted to hit her xD

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Steampunk: Technica-Autocrator

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. "Excuse me miss?", 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. Wh...what is happening? 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. "Execution...". The young technocrat let out a cry. "NO! DON'T!", 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. A lesson? 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.

Steampunk: Technica-Autocrator

Lady Evelyn Callaghan

Name: Lady Evelyn Callaghan.
Age: 22
Social Class: Technocrat
Employment: Landowner/ N/A
Skills and abilities:
-Remarkably flexible, Miss Callaghan has studied ballet since she was a child.
-Philanthropy, years of fund raising has made her awfully persuasive and seeming to know simply everyone.
-Fencing, What would be a woman of the upper class if she didn't know how to wield a sabre?
-Blissful Ignorance, Evelyn is quite unaware of the difficulties of the lower class, not for a lack of caring.
Equipment:
-One ornately decorated purse(Hidden dagger)
-Her bloodline card (Proof of noble birth)
General Back Story: Lady Callaghan was born into nobility. A long, long line of nobles. Her parents were quite distant from her and she brought nothing but disdain to her parents. It was kind of hard for them to gain any sort of respectable daughter when they near outright refused to even talk to her, make her feel as if they were even family. Never the less she did get her support from her maidservant. A nice old woman called Mary, who tended to her every whim and comforted her every sorrow. She thought her more a mother than her own and Mary protected her interests. Well as much as a prole could, she advised her on the moves she had to make. Having served the Technocrats for many many years she knew precisely how devious and cruel they could be. Mary loved Evelyn like her own child and refused to lose her or for her to lose her birthright for nothing. Evelyn was well protected, no matter how much her mother hated her general lack of class her father still protected her inheritance. It was through this that she built a school for poor children and dispersed meals for the destitute. This of course was anonymously done. A technocrat can't be seen to care about filthy peasants like the proles.
Appearance: She is a very small lady. Just coming in shy of five foot.

Steampunk: Technica-Autocrator

xD

Freudian slip :p

Steampunk: Technica-Autocrator

Lady Evelyn Callaghan

Name: Lady Evelyn Callaghan.
Age: 22
Social Class: Technocrat
Employment: Landowner/ N/A
Skills and abilities:
-Remarkably flexible, Miss Callaghan has studied ballet since she was a child.
-Philanthropy, years of fund raising has made her awfully persuasive and seeming to know simply everyone.
-Fencing, What would be a woman of the upper class if she didn't know how to wield a sabre?
-Blissful Ignorance, Evelyn is quite unaware of the difficulties of the lower class, not for a lack of caring.
Equipment:
-One ornately decorated purse(Hidden dagger)
-Her bloodline card (Proof of noble birth)
General Back Story: Lady Callaghan was born into nobility. A long, long line of nobles. Her parents were quite distant from her and she brought nothing but disdain to her parents. It was kind of hard for them to gain any sort of respectable daughter when they near outright refused to even talk to her, make her feel as if they were even family. Never the less she did get her support from her maidservant. A nice old woman called Mary, who tended to her every whim and comforted her every sorrow. She thought her more a mother than her own and Mary protected her interests. Well as much as a prole could, she advised her on the moves she had to make. Having served the Technocrats for many many years she knew precisely how devious and cruel they could be. Mary loved Evelyn like her own child and refused to lose her or for her to lose her birthright for nothing. Evelyn was well protected, no matter how much her mother hated her general lack of class her father still protected her inheritance. It was through this that she built a school for poor children and dispersed meals for the destitute. This of course was anonymously done. A technocrat can't be seen to care about filthy peasants like the proles.
Appearance:

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