<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=1053278</div></div><br/>Kisara eventually backed into the door, and her hand groped around uselessly for the handle, finding it nowhere (because, of course, she was looking for it on the wrong side).  The eyes held her, and she froze in total paralysis as they bored into her, the silence extending on until Kisara just wanted to scream in terror and pound the door down with her fists and all of that...of course, the moment before that happened was when Nekomimi decided to speak, telling her that she had been chosen, as a daughter of the goddess, and that her task was to spread THE WORD.<br/><br/>The last two words boomed in the small space, fracturing Kisara's perception of time and space, making her feel adrift and lost in a way that few mortals could every claim they were.  Most importantly, she felt filled with divine energy, time passing inexorably, until she was back in the storage room, seeing that the idol was gone and in its place was a very exquisite mirror, with a girl in a white, frilly ballerina outift, a catgirl...<br/><br/>"Nya!  Who are you, nya?  Answer me, nya!"  Kisara froze as she heard her own voice echo off the walls.  "Nya?!  Nya-nya nya nya?!  NYA!?!"