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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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"That's interesting," Alessa said, "I think I might envy you a little. You had the ability to do things like that. Until I arrived on this ship, I did not care about any of these people, and I would not have minded if they were all injured. You...you care. It's interesting."

She shrugged. "It smells good."

"Ess wahn-t leahrrrrn, do cook? Rrrr-enne teach if wahn-t. Eee, than-k yeu!"

He's quite able to chatter and cook at the same time. Easily hearing her over the occasional clang, bang, sizzle and pop of things in the kitchen, Renne checks anything and everything. He's got a nice way of doing it -- those bells ringing every so often? That's his alarm system.
Mentioning...

The bread's done and so is the Thai-inspired salad. Both of these, he brings out on a platter balanced on his head.

"Rrrr-enne...got Fah-mi-lee naow."

The way he says these few words suggests that had he not met certain individuals on this ship, he might well have remained in his jaded, relatively detached shell.

Alessa shook her head. "Thank you for the offer, but I must decline it. It would hardly do me any good, and I have enough human attributes about me as it is. If I were continue the guise of doing this like a human, it would only confuse others."

Here, she smiled. "Then you are fortunate. There are people here that bind you to the ship. That Bee, and others, I presume?"{

"Yeu noh wahn-t be Hew-mahn? Eee. Bee, eey-ess. Djay-Djay, Tarrr-Tarrr ahn-d Trrree. May-bee Ess too?"

Two chirps. Although he's by nature quite careful with friendship, Cargn's words had struck something in him, perhaps convincing him to open up a little more.

"I can't be and I don't want to be," Alessa answered. "I've seen what human beings are capable of, and am more than happy to not be one. Humans hate or fear me, and I ma fine with either one, when it comes down to it. If they choose to be neither of those and actually befriend me, then they're better than many of their brethren."

She blinked. More strangeness. She could count people she considered her friends on one hand, and was always surprised when someone choose to want to be her friend.

"I don't see why not, but it won't gain you any favor with any of the other crew members."

"Eee, Rrrr-enne un-derrrr-stand." In many ways, he agrees strongly -- he's glad he's not a Human, very glad.

By now, Renne brings out the main course: A roast goose with a side of mutton chops. Once this is delivered on the bar (with a tiny bit of a flourish), he offers a smile.

"If noh li-ke Rrrr-enne, is noh Rrrr-enne fault."

Alessa sniffed the dish. It certainly smelled good enough, and that actually brought a rare smile to her lips. She took a fork, poking at the dish a moment before taking a piece and putting it to her mouth. She chewed it thoughtfully, then continued to cut pieces and put it into her mouth. She looked over at Renne and, with the same line-face expression, giving him a thumbs up.

"This is very good," she said, continuing to gather food into her mouth.

"Eee. Than-k yeu, Ess. Whe-rrrre Ess go s-leep on Big Ship? Do Ess do leahrrrrn?"

Oh yes, he's all about the questions, even as the Renne returns to the kitchen. Why? First off, he's an insane little neat-freak about any kitchen he has authority over. Secondly, what's a good meal without dessert?!

Alessa was a little surprised at the question. "I am located in the City. Just venture into the darkest, most abandoned part, and you'll find me there. But what do you mean about me learning?"

She looked surprised that Renne was going back into the kitchen. What was he doing?

He's creating dessert, that's what! Hopefully a sweet tooth exists since the smells coming from the kitchen include berry-type fruits, custard, pastry crust and -- wait, is that a blow torch? Yes, it is and yes, that's crème brûlée in the making.

Alessa watched him suspiciously. "Why are you burning that dessert?"

"Is ah-pose to! See?"

When the sound of the flambe torch comes to an end, he brings the finished dessert-creation out. It's a crème brûlée with decorations of berries and beside this, a slice of what looks and smells like chess pie.

"Oh...so its supposed to be burned then," Alessa said, still looking at it warily. Now that she thought about it, she had heard that there was a treat that you burned with fire and chocolate and a graham cracker.

She took a fork, and hesitatingly pushed some into her mouth.

"Hmm," she said. "Very...rich. I like it."

Ohh, he can't help the surge of 'bashfuljoyblush' at that, he really can't. He loves to cook but when he cooks for someone else, and they end up approving? It completely can make his day.

"Eee! Than-k yeu, Ess."

She regarded him. He was a relatively adorable creature considering what he'd done in his past, and he seemed to really like cooking.

"You are welcome," she replied. "Do you do this often?"

"Rrrr-enne trrry. Rrrr-enne noh go-t Doo-tee, so Rrrr-enne do cook, trrrry leahrrrrn ahn-d trrry, leahrrrrn figh-t. Wha-t Ess do?"

Even while chattering, he's not one to sit still. He's insane about a clean kitchen and it shows.

"I see," Alessa said. "I can understand that. You are looking to be useful. I'm sure there are others who would be more than happy to instruct you in that fashion. There are plenty of violent people here."

That question prompted an easy answer. "I kill. It's how I gain strength, now that I don't concentrate on the wishes of a specific person. So long as I can fight, I will not be restless."

"Eey-ess. If noh go-t Doo-tee on Big Ship, yeu noh surrr-vive."

That's simple reality in his mind. On the ships he'd been on previously, that was the way of it -- either you pulled your weight or risked losing the entire vessel to the waves.

"Yeu is like...Bam-pirrrre?"

Alessa laughed. "Well, I suppose everyone here is useful in some way. Otherwise, Stacy wouldn't have bothered. After all, who's to say which person is more useful than another?"

She thought a moment. "I suppose that depends on what you mean by a vampire. but in most definitions, no, I'm not a vampire. They require something from humans, like blood. I need, to put it bluntly, chaos. Death is the bonus."

"Eeee. Kay-oss?"

He's got that curious little "Explain?" tone in his voice. It isn't demeaning or reprimanding. Simply puzzled, a little bit confused.

"Yes, chaos," Alessa said. "You know how on the ship, everyone strives to keep everything under control, orderly, organized? Well, I am a demon that embraces the opposite of that. Think of the cult: at their heart, they worshiped a god that controlled their minds, that kept down all those they deemed different and wrong, and kept them underfoot. When she did not die but in fact defied their attempt to kill her, it attracted me. When I arrived and through her created Silent Hill, it undid the kind of world they knew. It is the same reason I will not accept the organization on the ship: it is against my very nature."

"Eey-ess. If noh got Ohrrr-derrr, Big Ship go sink daown. Cult? Wha-t tha-t be? Ess noh wahn-t Law?"

He's still a wee bit confused on some things but he remains open minded.

"I'm not big on law, just tolerant," Alessa replied. "Actually, most of the patience I've learned to have is because of this ship. I've even met people that I don't want to die if a worst case scenario were to happen on the ship."

She laughed. "Some order is unnecessary. True circumstance happens in the thick of things."

"Eee. Rrrr-enne noh wahn-t no-bo-dee...do tha-t."

Oh, yeah. He doesn't say the word 'die'. He just doesn't. But then, when death means what it does in his world? You...learn to fear death quite readily.

Alessa looked intrigued. "Why does that matter? Everyone dies. It is a matter of life. Does it bother you so much?"

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