Niola was lost...hopelessly, remorsefully lost. The world around her was not what it should be. Endless darkness filled her eyes, an unconscious state despite the fact that her eyes were wide open. Still, Niola was able to hear everything around her, as if the wind carried every grimace, ever roar of anger, every cry of pain to her ears. She tried desperately to find the source, but it was impossible. Her golden eyes were painted over with blackness, like a dark shadow hid the previous hue from sight. When she tried to move any part beside her lips, a feeling of utter pain overcame her. It was as though every cut or wound that was dealt to everyone else through her powers was delivered to her as well -- not as badly, but still existing partially on her body, like an unfinished copy of an original artpiece.
"H-help me...some...one...help me...!" The voice came from within her, which meant that she no longer controlled her own lips as well! A feeling of utter uselessness seemed to be overflowing from within her heart, since she was completely unattached to her body. Something else had taken over, covering her eyes, mouth -- everything was cloaked with darkness, aside from her continuously listening ears. That same feeling of regret filled her -- that sensation she got whenever something happened that was outside of her control. This time, however, she was aware of the destruction she envoked. The last time, when she was a child, she had simply awoken to a nightmare -- or was it the other way around? Niola had witnessed a nightmare while she laid "asleep", yet she found out that her dream state dragged itself into reality. Now...now it was completely reality, yet Niola was still half "asleep". Immobilized in a since, like how she was when that old man...
"NO! Why does this keep happening? I know...I know now there really isn't a God, but is there really such beings as Demons? If so, I must be haunted by one...! Perhaps -- if God really does exist -- that is the reason he doesn't look at me...doesn't listen to me..."
Suddenly, the sound of someone in trouble reached her ears. A lot of screams and cries of despair and anguish had travelled to Niola's ears, yet this voice was...familiar. Who could it--
"CYR!"
She knew he could not hear her, aside from her contradicting melody, but it still shocked her that he was now involved. Then again, Niola could of guessed he would interfere. His spirit was strong and relentless, even if it meant dealing extreme wounds to himself. However, something else was different. From the way he charged at her powerful tornados was like he was chasing after someone he deeply cared about; Cyr was seeking someone he knew from long ago, not someone he met recently. Such a realization brought tears to her eyes, but more formed as a sudden blow was dealt to her body. Trying to trace the location, Niola felt it all over her. It was as though someone had attacked her directly, but who?
((OOC: I won't let this event end THAT easily. There's a twist! The tornados are connected to Niola, in a sense. It's draining her energy to release her powers, as well as using her body as a substitute (AKA what is dealt to the tornado is dealt to her). Of course, there is a weak spot: the barrier. If enough energy is blasted into it, Niola will be freed and her beserk mod will go away.
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