The purple eyed girl arched an eyebrow at the telepathic contact.  At first, it was curiously, even happily—she wasn’t certain she’d ever feel a mind voice again after Mr. Peterson died in the fighting.  Hearing what the telepath had to say, though, she grew suddenly very angry.<br/><br/>“Call me Arcana,” She replied to Pheonix, “It’s nice to meet you.”<br/><br/>Her sleek body straightened in arrogant, composed wrath.  She turned her eyes—now hard as amythets—on the young idiot.  “So.  You've caught Tsunami’s crimes on film.  Did you get a death count?”<br/>