In an old mansion on the Haight, a girl watched the destruction on the news as she stripped out of her normal clothes and began to don a snug black outfit she'd recently designed.<br/><br/>She’d been flirting with this idea for weeks now, since it all happened, and since her dying uncle gave her the elixir of life.<br/><br/>Carefully, she slipped golden bracelets over her long sleeves and her uncle’s seal of Solomon ring over her black gloves.  Amethyst eyes continued to study the scene in silence.<br/><br/>There, the helicopter mounted camera had shown it again, the roof of a high building just beyond the zone of destruction.  She had it now.<br/><br/>The girl tightened her fingerless gloves, nodded, then whispered three words and vanished.<br/><br/>In a pop and a crack, the purple eyed girl appeared at the top of the building.  She calmly walked over to the edge of the flooded region and looked out, seeking for survivors.  She located a young man in the chill ocean, struggling weakly to get onto the roof of a building.<br/><br/>Two more pops, two more cracks, and the purple eyed girl was on that roof.  She moved to the edge and crouched, bracing herself, and extended her hand.  “I’m Arcana.  Let me help you.”<br/>