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En-Light-enment

Title: En-Light-enment
Location: Stacy; Engineering

Duty.

To some, it's just a word, an obligation. To others, it's an honour-bound pact and to others still, it combines knowledge with honour with the passion of doing that duty. To Renne, it had for many years, become a reason to keep on breathing, to keep on searching.

Now, Duty gives way to Curiosity as he sits on the floor of Engineering with little bits, bobs and parts surrounding him. Along with this, stands the audio-adaptation Billy had created so that he might utilise books successfully.

And yes. Renne had gushed considerably over that.

With the reader babbling merrily along about circuits and light bulbs in a way that can be understood by one who has never been exposed to such technologies, Renne carefully retrieves some of the bits and pieces around him. Hey look, Einstein. He's trying to build a circuit!

Just don't laugh at the wire "glasses" perched on his nose.

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"Eee, Big Ship 'Chee got, it go on Big wah-terrr, with Say-uhll ahn-d rrrrope."

Ears flick back a little. His smile remains on the softer side, reminiscing even as his fingers work on the crude little mini-light circuit.

"Oh, that kind of ship." Well that was something that even Alessa was unfamiliar with. she knew little to nothing about that sort pf travel. "Tell me more, if you don't mind."

At this point, she was all ears. Not too many people had actually indulged her with their own story save for Shadow and Sasami.

"Eey-ess. It go on Big Wah-terrr, ahn-d it be big ahn-d...some Big Ship, be fast!"

As he speaks, Renne can't help bit giggle a little and in turn, offer Alessa a kind of miniature hologram/mirage to better illustrate his words. This...may or may not help since anything visual is foreign to him, but it crosses into sound, scent and touch.

The wood of a strong, smooth deck, the tang of salt-sea air. The height of the masts and the massive, sharp snap of sails above. Interspersed comes the sound of orders barked, echoed and followed with the jaunty rhythms of a sea shanty -- most of such songs fun to sing but all of them providing a purpose, a pace to set a crew of up to eight hundred men into perfect harmony.

She had expected more of the broken English: for a demon who had lived a long time on earth, this was an easy feat, having been surrounded by people with different dialects. What she had not expected was that Renne would have a way of communicating what Renne saw all on his own. She stared into the hologram a moment, about to ask Renne how it had been one, when she became overwhelmed by sensations.

Now she could see vividly into his projection, and she was there on the ship, taking in the air, feeling the rise and fall of the ship. Unexpectedly, she joined in with the song, unaware she even knew it, and was startled to find herself in this world. It was like jumping into a large feet of water and being unable to touch the bottom.

She opened her eyes, and her hand went to Renne's. "How are you able to do this?"

"Rrrr-enne...Rrrr-enne do Feel. Go-t Feel, so Rrrr-enne do rrre-mem-berrr."

Chirp. It's probably a horrendously awful attempt at explaining it but he's not yet found a way to do it with his limited English any better than now. As her hand comes into contact with one of his, he can't help but blush a little...and then let out a squeak.

Why?

There's a very faint buzzing sound from his crude little mini-circuit, the sound of electricity flowing in its required loop. Renne has no idea that the lightbulb at one end flares to life but...well, he hears the electrical hum and it pleases him.

"Eeee!"

Even with that explanation, Alessa can read more into what he's saying. She was, after all, a demon and had seen many things in her life. Something that came along with that was knowing how to be intuitive, even with alien species. If Renne FELT, it was likely that his feelings were his memories in a way.

She blinked at the squeak, and noticed the circuit working.

"What do you know," she said. "It works."

"Eeee, it do, it do!"

He's quite happy about that and it's evident. Very evident, in the bright flashes and patterns rocketing across his skin. Were anyone around sensitive enough to 'feel' the tangibility of his emotions, one might get a sense of victory. A wave of pure, childish joy, of "Eureka!"

Oh, she could feel it all right. She could see Renne's joy, but feeling it was an entirely different story. Already she could mark the way he might startle some people on the crew, but she could share, at least, in his joy.

"Good job," she said. "Why were you attempting to do this?"

"Eee! Rrr-enne do leahrrrrn ahn-d be smahrrrt, so Rrrr-enne do good-errr hell-p on Big Ship. Rrrr-enne noh got Doo-tee on Big Ship."

There's a multitude of layers to his words. It suggests that on the ships he's known, either you had a duty onboard or you risked taking the ship down entirely. Duty had been the line between life and death.

Alessa could certainly understand that, even if she didn't think that she had a sworn duty to Stacy. She would stay until she found a way to go, and then she would do that, taking those she didn't hate with her. Why feel indebted to save people that didn't think you belonged there in the first place?

Heck, SHE didn't even think she should be on the ship to begin with.

"I'm sure there are things you can do on the ship," Alessa replied. There are several different areas where you can excel."

"Eee. But Rrrr-enne ohn-lee be cook, do heal ahn-d do figh-t." There's a bit of dampening at that moment.

In his own perspective, everything he'd met had seemed well in hand thus far and, indeed, while it's a long-standing insecurity of his, it still remains: The condition of expendibility.

"That's still something," Alessa remarked. "I can only fight: you can actually help others and you can do something that causes joy. I hardly think that's anything to sneeze at. You have purpose, and that is more than I can say for some others on the ship."

"Eee. Who Ess do meet on Big Ship?"

Although flattered and blushing at Alessa's reply, his curiosity shines through just as much as his joy had just moments ago with his light bulb. Curiosity, for he'd met so few here and his desire to know more...simply can't be quenched.

"Many people," Alessa said, thinking of a few in mind. "Not just humans, although they're usually the ones that tend to threaten me with the exception of that so-called son of Satan person. There are many different people, from vampires to robots to zombies, then humans with magic powers or supernatural powers. Humans just happen to make up most of the population on this ship."

The blushing was still weird for Alessa.

"Oooh. Say-tin? Who tha-t be? Do Ess be frrrom Urrrff, haow do Ess be Dee-mon?"

Ah, the flurry of questions. He's like a little kid in a sweet shop, what with his curiosity.

"He's the personification of evil," Alessa replied, "At least, that's what many believe. Demons in my world claim to work at his right hand, but I don't think they are even sure about such things anymore. As for me, I have always been a demon: we never remember why, or how long. The clearest memory I have was meeting the girl who's face and name I would mimic, even now. But I am from earth, yes."

She didn't mind answering questions. After all, she'd asked some herself.

"Eee? Bu-t haow is poss-bull? Why yeu do mim-mi-nick? Haow yeu do?"

There's a concept he can't wrap his head around -- a personification of all things evil. Which could in turn, be considered slightly ironic perhaps.

How to explain this...this creature was likely fragile if magic affected him, so showing him what she was by her own feelings would probably traumatize him. She would have to rely on words to say what she couldn't really show.

"I am a demon, and one of my powers is wrecking havoc that grows out of hate and ugliness. The form I am now is the girl who called me after...very bad things happened to her. When a demon approaches someone to grow something out of that hate, they can often mimic the form of the person who calls them. I look like the face of the girl Alessa, before they did what they did to her. I take her form now because it is the form I took on earth. I cannot be any other form unless I create a new hell for someone on this ship."

She shrugged. "Which, with the Ohm and other monsters, makes little sense. That is why people threaten me or fear me: they do not want what I did on Earth to happen in this place."

"Eee. Why yeu do it? Do Ess wahn-t to? Do ahll Dee-mon do tha-t?"

His voice isn't demeaning or accusing. It's rather analytical. Curious. Even fascinated on many levels. Nature, no matter how pretty or ugly, is simply nature to him. His goal? To understand it and when the times call for it, work with the nature of things around him.

"I wanted to, yes, and demons so things like that, some more extreme than others. I did it because no one else would. They say in my earth that there is a god that looks after people in trouble. In this instance, people used god to hurt and almost kill a scared confused girl. In the end, all they left her with was a body barely coping, and enough anger to choke the life out of someone. I came to give her that outlet: she created Silent Hill."

She took a breath. "When we got revenge, I should have disappeared in the eternal quagmire: death, hell, heaven, whatever that might be. But I was brought here with Alessa's face, with no purpose other than living at the moment. I have been here, waiting. I am, in a way, still waiting."

"Eee. Did bad krrrit-terrrr get pun-ish? Did Fee-male....heal? Wha-t be Sie-lent Hill?"

Waiting. He's done enough of that in his lifetime. Quietly, even leaving his crude little light bulb "on", Renne crawls toward her, extends his arms and just offers an embrace.
There are a few things that are unshakeable in Renne's eyes: Loyalty/betrayal, Justice, Mercy, Diversity and Brotherhood.

She nodded, and there was a ghost of a smile on her face. "Oh, they were punished all right. I couldn't touch them so long as they kept their blind faith in their church. They hadn't counted on one variable though: in the burning of Alessa, she sent out the last of her innocence, a girl that looked like her with the name of Sharon. Her surrogate mother, a woman named Rose, followed her girl to Silent Hill and braved the monsters and demons to save her little girl. Silent Hill was the place that we live, a city on earth in the state of West Virginia. Now it is only semblance of home I have...you may have seen it if you ever stumbled into the City to a place that was too dark, hidden by shadows, by an abandoned factory. There you will find my Silent Hill."

She didn't bother mentioning the demons there: if Renne came to the factory, she would know, and they wouldn't touch the creature.

"She was healed, in a way, when we got our revenge: Alessa and Sharon became one, and Sharon was able to live the remainder of her llife with her mother, outside of the human world."

"Stayt? Wha-t tha-t be? Is li-ke...King-dom? Eee, is goo-d. Rrrr-enne be-lieve Ess do goo-d thin-g, sa-ve O-therrrr Ess ahn-d Shan-Shan."

His expression draws into something on the contemplative, thoughtful side. 'Good' and 'evil' to him have a strange, strange definition. For a moment, he carefully allows himself to think back to a point three years ago now, when he too had been pronounced as 'evil'.

The thoughts are handled carefully, as if with forceps rather than straight on. When those thoughts slip by, Renne poses another, entirely different, question.

"Eee. Do Ess eat? May-bee Rrrr-enne do cook fohrrr yeu."

"Something like that," Alessa said, "though specifically, a state is only a small part of a country, which is made up of many different states. To be specific, I lived only in a city, one that is mostly forgotten now. But as for what you said: that's the first time anyone has ever called it good. People can't get past what I do to get revenge, they can barely get past the revenge part. I kill, Renne, and I do not make apologies for it. No one cared when I did it with the zombies and none cared when I did it with the robotic elves or the Ohm."

She blinked. "Food? I...I suppose that should be all right."

"Eee....Rrrr-enne do kihll too. If Rrr-enne got to. Oooh! Wha-t Ess li-ke? Rrrr-enne noh wahn-t ma-ke Ess sick."

Squeak. There's a bit of a bounce just then. Yes, Alessa, he loves to cook. If he's cooking for someone? Makes him all the happier, honestly.

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