#menthamawile

Wait a moment... that glow, her cane; that's what it was? Oh, such a simple thing... he knew what that was, that glow, that energy, he'd felt it all before...

'Come on Cecil-baby, let's rip 'em apart~'

Mentha has something like this, it was a strange sight to behold, a Pokemon that could not evolve suddenly achieve it. Such a strange thing indeed, such an unsettling power-but it felt like it was met perfectly by his own. Was this... Ringmaster simply trying to fool him? Claiming something as simple as this stone-mega stone, Mentha called them, was something so great, so special that it warranted his anxiety?

Hah! Those nerves began to calm, a smile slowly etching across the cat's face; he wasn't afraid of this, no need, he'd seen it all before, just a different... flavor. That's why it felt so wrong; it wasn't the same as Mentha's, of course! Other Pokemon have the ability to do this mysterious evolution, oh, so simple, so non-threatening. He felt confident now, knowing what was coming, oh sure, it was different, a different energy that he wasn't accustomed to-only being exposed to the one Mentha held, but now he knew-it was that stone. Maybe in this land they referred to this form as these... 'Doppelgängers' she seemed so giddy about. Even more, there could simply be an ability that involves mirror-like attacks-maybe even one that would explain the strange feeling from that mirror of his; oh, hah! This was all just some game, some attempt to scare away skeptics... well, he was ready to play.

Maybe they all had these abilities, hmm, it was a theory, why not test it; she was willing to show, why be anxious now? "Why..."

'Remember what I told you boy.'

Oh... why now of all times was he reminded of that?

'Don't ignore it. Don't ignore your instincts-if somethin', even a little, feels off, you BETTER listen. Don't need you slowin' me down out there.'

Bah, his mother wasn't always right... but, still it was the faintest of feelings... doubt? Cecil ignored it; he was also taught to never let an opponent get the upper hand in what they knew about you-he had to know for the sake of keeping this game ‘fair’, thus his smile never faltered. "Yes, I'd love to see..."