Ivy jumps to her feet, and whips around to where Arty was glaring. She goes to draw her pocket knife, to catch herself lost in his eyes. Memories flash at the back of her eyes, and, when it becomes too much, too overwhelming, she tears her eyes away from him with a scream, and drops to her knees, panting. “What do you want?” She gulps and breathes, last seeing him in the background of a fight with some masked cultists. [i]Them[/i] she remembered but... there were others she didn’t remember before too..