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Boy, Trent didn't know the half of it. If he took off his helmet, he would probably come to the conclusion that him and Dr. O were one and the same.

"Martial Artist, mostly, but sometimes I help out Ernie with the youth center. We all gotta do our part, y'know?

What about you, White Ranger?"

Staring at the whole debacle.

Watching him carefully. Collecting his thoughts for the perfect reaction. It would be insightful. An engaging read on the display.

"... What the @#$&?"

"Reefside? Huh. No wonder you look so familiar," he added, grinning to himself under the helmet.

He offered Trent a handshake with a quick nod.

"Angel Grove. You must be into surfing. All those waves out there."

...

"No kidding, though. Double White Ranger power. Pretty far out."

"Your suit's incredible, man. Where are you from? Are there more Rangers out there too?"

He glanced down to his chest armor, then to Trent's.

"It all looks... so familiar."

"Awesome. That's a no on the sniping. I hate it when I get sniped!"

Staring at the feather. Pointing at it.

"It kills monsters? Can I try it?"

"Now *that's* a cool outfit."

Is that the same quill Severus Snape used to write in the potions book from Half-Blood Prince?

Y'know, when he was younger, before the whole Head of Slytherin House thing.

Wait.

Am I supposed to talk about Harry Potter anymore? I kinda feel like I'm about to get sniped.