Angel looks down at Marco and Polo and says, "Two places at once? Well sure, you talk like twins, but you look nothing alike. Maybe I'm misunderstanding what you mean by two places at once?"

Angel looks down at Joe. "And what did you have in mind that is faster, but less comfortable than a cab?"

Echo isn't quite sure what to make of Joe's comment either.  He's not a Zerg Nydus canal, after all.  http://i.imgur.com/wuULK.jpg

They look over at Angel and answer together, "I... 'we' share the same mind."

"I consider myself one person."

"But people get uncomfortable when I use both of my mouths all of the time."

"So I've been practicing taking turns."

"It's not hard if I'm paying attention."

"It's like putting on a puppet show with both hands."

They demonstrate by touching each finger to the corresponding thumb in rapid succession without looking.

  "Despite how they make it look in comics and movies, being carried by someone swinging around the city is not the most pleasant passenger experience."  Come on, just think of it like a Viking ship ride! with no seatbelt, and moving traffic under you if you somehow survive the fall.

  He looks back over to the kids, and comments "Must be hard to get a moment's privacy then.  Or is that not as much of an issue when you are both the same guy?"  Oh man, what kind of ironic torment was it when you had to wait in line for the bathroom because it was YOU taking too long?

  Hopefully the kids don't throw coffee in his face... Wait, wrong mentally linked twins.  And wrong setting.

Angel asks, "So... you are supers, eh? Like Sonic?"

Echo chuckles at Joe's answer, imagining himself swinging around the city.  He shakes his heads to Joe.

"Nope.  No problems with that.  I'm probably about as comfortable with myself as your right half is with with your left half."

They blush at being compared to Sonic.  "I'm no super hero."

"And I probably got a 'Super' sticker on my report card about as often as the next guy."

"Call me 'special' and it'll sound like I'm mentally challenged."

"I'm just a regular guy with a unique ability."

He squirms uncomfortably.  "Not that I don't want to be helpful."

"I just don't know how I could be useful to you."

  "I somehow doubt I make the laws of physics cry like Sonic does" as much.

  He looks over to the kids, and says "Well, I guess if you ask real nicely we could like you as a persons anyways."  Wait, they already do.

A limo pulls up. Out steps some mobian officials with sunglasses. "Angel Bard?"

Angel nods and answers, "That's me."

The officials say, "It's time to come with us."

Angel ohs? "I... wasn't aware I was going to be sent an escort."

The officials nod. "Well now you are. Get in the vehicle please."

Angel pulls out a phone and begins dialing a number.

Polo smiles at the new arrivals, adjusts his own sunglasses, and comments, "Love the cool sunglasses."

(OOC: "Sunglasses are cool!"  *Pokemon battle begins*)

He hovers over to whipser to Joe, "Lucky you.  You can probably get to ride with her as her body guard."

Marco approaches the official who spoke sheepishly.  "Angel's my friend.  Is she in danger?  If so... gosh.  I wonder if the badguys would kidnap me to get to her.  M-maybe you could give me a ride too?  I don't wunna be left alone if there's danger."

"You should call your parents either way, Marco," Polo suggests.

He turns his back to the officials, strikes a "cool guy" pose, and takes a selfie with the sunglasses guys in the background.  "So cool!"

  "Well, you just met her so maybe they wouldn't think she cares enough."  More likely they'd want to frame Angel for kidnapping a small child instead.  Or maybe he's overcomplicating the political slander plots?

The sunglasses guy says in a stern (and very irritated) tone, "Don't you know that taking photos of people without permission is rude at best and illegal at worst? Give me the device." he offers a hand out to Polo.

The other official answers Marco, "All of you are coming with us. Get in."

Angel takes a stern tone of her own and says, "There is no reason to be so forceful. Show me identification and then maybe I will comply."

The official dealing with Marco shows Angel a badge.

Angel looks it over. "...OK. Let's get in the car." She then gets in.

(I was going to have her crawl in, but then I remembered Mobian sizes vary widely to where some are as tall as humans)

Both kids freeze up like a grade-schooler caught passing a note in class.  Polo ducks his head sheepishly, reluctantly handing the phone over.

"I was only taking a selfie..." he pleads.

Marco dives into the limo like his life depends on it.  Because at this point he believes that it does.

"Please hurry, Joe and Polo.  You're probably in danger too!"

Polo dives in.

  Joe shrugs, and follows along.  "Yes Marco, that's probably true"

  Hopefully it would be at least another few hours before he ended up an enemy of the crown.  Dealing with people made much more of a mess than dealing with robots.

The car heads off. Like a limo, the car has seats that face each other. The official eventually hands the phone back to Polo and says, "The photo has been erased. No more photos until you are told you can."

Angel is buckled in and looks at the official. "Now then... what's this about?"

The official says, "There was a recent attack on the Princess. Thankfully, our princess was able to fend off the attackers long enough for the Acorns to be secured. But while the threat is being pursued, we were ordered to pick you up and see that you made it to the palace safely. Being a visiting ambassador, and considering the Mega Central insignia the Princess saw on one of the attackers, we suspect someone is trying to re-instigate the war of our peoples. If that is true, you would be the very next target."

Angel says, "...I would say "totally called it", but I did not expect this to happen so soon. That and I am pleasantly surprised the crown has faith that I have nothing to do with this."

The official says, "Faith, yes. But there is procedure to follow. We will be investigating you, just to be thorough."

Angel says, "Of course. But since I know I'm innocent, and since you guys are protecting my life, I have nothing to be upset over."

The official looks relieved.

Polo sheepisly took his phone back.  "Yes sir."

He and Marco buckle in.  Polo glances nervously at the agent.  "So...  Am I allowed to call my parents?"

Marco gulps.  "Gosh.  Glad the princess is ok.  I hope the badguy is caught soon."

  Well, that's no good.  The Princess wasn't lame.  Oh, and the other people that almost died is also bad.

  "I'll never understand the logic of people trying to spark a war to encourage those they don't like to shoot at them.  Then again, they usually want to dodge personal attendance to said war and let everyone else deal with getting shot."

The agent says, "There can be a number of reasons, but the two main reasons usually boil down to money or hate."

He then looks at Polo. "I will call them for you. Are they listed as 'mom' or 'dad'?"

Angel doesn't speak up for now. The agent is dealing with enough as it is.

Polo nods sheepisly to the agent, blushing.  "Yessir."

He shows him the number.  meanwhile Marco gawks in confusion at Joe's statement and the agent's answer.

"This is a thing?  People kicking off wars to get shot at?  That's beyond stupid!  That's...  That's insane!"

   "Sorry Polo.  Adults aren't as smart as they like to advertise."  We would also accept 'stupid people get put in charge', but even his low amounts of tact refrain from that in the royal service limo.

Add 'sometimes' to the beginning of that statement about stupid being in charge, Joe, and magically it becomes safe to say!

The agent says, "People do not kick off wars to get shot at. But your friend is at least correct about people being stupid and everyone else suffering for it."

Angel says, "Money and hate, as the man said, are usually the reasons. The people doing this thing are either looking to get rich off of the proceeds of war, or are angry that mobians and overlanders might get along. Either of those are enough reason for someone to kick off a war. Wanting to be rich isn't stupid. Hate is natural. The truly stupid thing here is the disregard for others' lives, regardless of their reason."

The agent dials Polo's parents' number.
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Polo gawks and both boys are silenced for the moment as they try to wrap their mind around the idea.  A squeaky woman's voice answers the agent's call, "Hi, hon.  how are you?"

Their mind still rebooting, Marco and Polo forget to take turns and answer together, "Uh...  Hi, Mom."

  With great maturity and restraint, Joe does not yell over to the phone that her sons are in a government limo.

The agent says, "Hello. This is Agent March of the Crown Secret Service. Your sons are safe and here with me in the royal limo. As an official working for the Acorn family, I assure you things are fine. Your sons are not in trouble and will be returned to you within the hour."

Angel just settles into her seat, gazing out the window.

Echo's mom assumes that this is a prank call that Echo persuaded the nice ice-cream man to make, granted, a very convincing impersonations, so she plays along.

"Well it's good to hear he's safe, in good hands, and well be home in one piece in time for dinner.  I apologize if he's caused you any trouble.  He sometimes uses his super powers to pull pranks or try and trick nice ice cream vendors into a free scoop 'because a mean fox boy took mine!'"

Both boys blush and sink in their seats, embarrassed.

  "I think literally every twin team or similar has done that at least once."

The agent takes it in stride and says, "It's no trouble, ma'am. Take care." he hangs up and looks at the boys. "We have arrived." One agent exits the vehicle and then ushers the others to exit. They are hurried into the palace to be processed.

Some walrus scans the group with some hand-held device.

Angel continues to be acting like this is no big deal and standard procedure.

The princess Sally Acorn walks towards the group. "The ambassador has arrived, but why the others?"

The agent looks shocked. "Why are you not in your holding room?"

The other agent sighs. "Because she's Sally."

Sally says, "I'm not going to hide when my kingdom needs me. Besides... this bunch are suspects, including the ambassador. Aren't they. Well now I'm taking them with me where both they, AND I, will all be perfectly safe."

"Your highness, procedure?"

Sally says, "I got my father's permission."

The agents are clearly still uncomfortable, but are forced to let the group go with Sally. As they walk away, the agents talk with each other. "Only Sally could talk down the king that quickly..." "Yeah? Well that's also what makes us proud to have her as our kingdom's princess." "I keep telling people Rosie is actually a far more powerful woman than her humble demeanor lets on, but do people listen? Nooo.."

Their odd conversation becomes inaudible beyond that.