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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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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?"

"Noh ahll do...tha-t, in whe-rrrre Rrrr-enne be frrrom. If yeu do...it be no-thing left."

He means that in the most literal of senses. In his world, if you die? You cease to exist. No soul, no eternal "afterlife", not even "earthly remains". It boils down to remembrance and name-speaking. If that wasn't done, the world forgot entirely.

"I see..." Alessa said. "Many humans believe that, so its the truth on your world. Is that why you try to make yourself extraordinary on the ship?"

"Eee..noh...Rrrr-enne ohn-lee trrry Bee-long, fin-d Doo-tee."

He thinks. He's never thought of himself as being "extraordinary" in any sense. Just...himself.

"I understand that," Alessa said, "but its just as important to not short change yourself. If you do, you're only making it harder to find what you;re skilled at. You can even assist in certain departments. What other abilities do you possess?"

"Bu-t Rrrr-enne ahll-rrred-dee be shorrrrt. Eee, Rrr-enne do heal, ahn-d figh-t."

The kitchen's spotless now, very spotless. Clean enough to eat off of in probably a literal sense. Yes, he's a little bit OCD about a clean kitchen.

"It's a turn of phrase meaning not to underestimate yourself. You can be quite an asset to the crew, if not just for fighting and healing, for cooking. I understand many of the crew members are dissatisfied with the quality of food available to them. This could help."

She looked over the kitchen. Nice. Efficient.

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