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Gonna Be a Man Someday

Title: Gonna Be a Man Someday
Location: Stacy; The Sensoriums

"Never use such power for personal gain. Never escalate a battle unless forced to."

He'd spent many hours in thought after the Time, thinking of what he'd known. How it all had changed and how fast it was changing. When his mind had come onto the thought of Billy and his coming team, Renne had smiled a little.

And he'd gone to the Sensoriums.

The Code echoes within the room like a mantra. Whispered and spoke aloud, Renne moves as he knows against a squadron of creatures that appeared as a crossbreed between a putty and a Drow warrior. The chamber had been designed to resemble one of the many L'Langiniar rock faces that the Mountain People had lived so well on.
He could not be, but he could bring them honour.

"Never use such power for personal gain. Never escalate a battle unless forced to..."

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As Billy listens, the voice on the wind starts to morph into a very familiar sound. Zordon's voice. The omission of the third rule makes Billy scratch his head self-consciously.

He watches Renne silently, a faint smile on his face. The spirit of their team was alive and well, at least.

Spin. Roll. Scurry -- yes, he scurries. It's an animal-in-the-wilds thing. The mantra fo rhim, runs through everything he understands it to be and taking down another Drow/putty hybrid, he stops mere millimeters from literally taking its eyes out. That had become signature several years ago in the Underdark.
But that isn't here or there.

"...for personal gain. Never escalate a battle unless forced to. Never reveal..."

He lets the stilled hybrid disappear underneath him. A split-second passes with a distant expression on his face. The Drow/putty hybrids vanish, leaving Renne alone on a low rock overhang.

Correction.

"Bee?"

"Yeah," Billy responds, thinking over the battle he'd just seen. Renne was doing really well.

"You've done really well. But why have you brought our oath into it?"

His skin pales.

Although it's a learned response, it's one that he finds a genuine fluttering in his chest at. Shame lances across his skin aligning itself with that same white-faced fear that reaches beyond the earthen brown kind of fear.

For a good long moment, he can't find his voice.

That fear response makes Billy curse himself. Drat, he didn't mean to do that. It's not offensive to him at all.

"No, Renne, you didn't do anything wrong. I'm...really proud, actually. I was just curious," he says, reaching out and hoping to reassure.

"I...it...Bee..."

Right. Deep breath. Ohgods, this is a little bit scary. And embarrassing. But, that's one thing with the Bond -- he can't lie in an ordinary circumstance but this? To reveal a foolish, even somewhat guilty thing?
It's nerve-wracking.

"Rrr-enne trrry...eeh..."

The easy part is to bring honour to the Ranger name. The hard part? Is the hard part for a reason.

Renne, you don't need to be afraid. Billy tries to make this point by drawing close and offering his arm.

"Try to fight like us? Don't worry about it, it's really all right. We don't have a monopoly on our honor, and I trust you most to do it."

It's that simple to him.

Gulp. Blush.

He's still nervous, understand, but he offers a nuzzling sniff. His feelings though, given the way his skin reacts...aren't as tightly controlled as he'd like at the moment. And things, possibly incriminating things, come through.

....dreamwish...idolise them....the Sage-God and his Heroes....be like, honour, aspire...

Billy's only response is to pull Renne into a hug. He smiles sadly and shakes his head.

"I'm not sure we'd all live up to your expectations, but I'm actually headed to the Command Center today. I'm calling the new Rangers to confirm that they want to be a team---I'm really nervous about that. I know it needs to be done, and I trust them to do well, but it's not what I'm used to. It never will be."

His...?

That just gets a chirp of confusion. Nono, Billy, in his head it's the other way 'round. Merely associating with a Ranger is...well, it's a big thing to him. And to him, thus, he strives to be as they are.

...as foolish as that may be.

"Bee do goo-d. Is ma-ke R'tel big."

Renne, do not admit that foolish fantasy-dream of yours...

There's a thoughtful silence and another hug from Billy.

"I hope so. I'm going to tell them that they don't need to be my friends, just partners, but..."

He catches a trace of thought. "What is it?"

"Rrrr-enne be-lieve in Bee."

Blush. Flash of a bit of white. Gulp. His ears drop down and he gets that face of "Six year old has a really, REALLY embarrassing, shuffle-the-feet-and-hide-in-the-floor secret".

And that faith brings a smile to his face, only to fade to a confused look a moment later.

"Huh?" All this secrecy is really confusing him.

"I won't make you tell me if it's that embarrassing. I just wanted to know if there was anything I could do for you."

"It..."

Oh, damn it all. With his skin going crazy between blushing and going white, that strange mix of terror, hero-worship and embarrassment drops in tenfold. Its impact leeches his English out and all he can do is sing his response.

...alongside the Sage-God's Children, not as one for it could never be worthy of it, but alongside. With, alongside...foolish, childish dreams of impossible...Reaching, daring to touch a star too holy...

"That's all? You want to hang out with us?"

Billy thinks for a moment, trying to imagine why on earth that would be shameful. That hero worship must be really strong.

"I don't see why that would be a problem. If you want to come in with me, that's fine! Why would I turn you away?"

He sounds almost hurt that Renne would think so lowly of him.

It's a bit more complicated than that. And immediately, he lets out a rush of something -- Not lowly. Highly. So close you are, Billy, to godhood in his eyes it might be a little scary. Zordon already is a god in his eyes and you're damn close.

"It...Rrrr-enne noh wahn-t to..."

And then throw in the human cultural things of "space". It gets a little complicated.

"To infringe on my space?" That was a little more understandable, but doubt still flickered.

"All right. If you're that worried, I'll watch and see how the other Rangers react to you. I'm sure they won't reject you, but there's no reason you can't crawl around the Command Center sometimes. You've just proved that you're willing to follow our way."

"It be Sa-crrrred."

To him, it is. And that's enough reason -- A sacred vow, an honourable vow. When he'd first learned of it, it had completel awed him, still awes him to this day.

"Rrr-enne be s-tain."

He'd gotten glimpses from Billy when they'd often conversed and what he'd gotten had been in his mind, too pure. Too pure to corrupt with the taint of shadow.

Tainted? Billy shakes his head in complete denial. "But you've worked past that. You were hurt, you survived, you pulled yourself back together. None of us would blame you for that."

Definitely not. Renne wouldn't turn against them.

It still surprises him that denial of any evil in him could be there. No words come to him then; only a soft whispering of Song and the urge to wrap his arms 'round the Human.

"Rrrr-ene wahn-t ma-ke prrraow-d, brrrin-g 'On-nerrr to Name."

"And I know that I can trust you to do that," Billy whispers. To him, it's all that simple.

...what?

Him? He can't help it; Renne ducks his head in a futile effort to hide the glowbug blush that spreads quickly across his entire body.

"He wouldn't hate you either."

That much he's sure of.

Don't be surprised if and when the blush brightens, or if and when a tear leaks from his eye. The reverence in him for Billy, Zordon and this new team -- the concept itself -- it isn't something he can hide.

That, in turn, fuels Billy's embarrassment. He wipes that tear with a finger, feeling a surge of emotion of his own.

"We'll all be fine, Renne. You'll see." And to think Billy was the one in need of reassurance when he arrived---but the faith bolstered him.

That faith is a learned thing; something you taught him, Billy. It's a major part of why that faith is so unshakable. Blinking a bit and giving his finger a nuzzle, Renne gives ahalting chirp.

"Bee do goo-d. Rrrr-enne know it. Is wohrrrl-d, of Bee."

"Huh?"

He usually understands Renne by now, but that last sentence confuses him. "World of what?"

His world. His world.

The impression comes out probably a lot more clearly than his English had. Squeaking, Renne sits up a little bit straighter, hoping to make clear what he means.

It's in the past now, but the past informs the present. And it can be built upon and grown beyond.

Honestly? He misses his world, but there are some things he'd have a hell time giving up. One of them is right in front of him.

Past and now grasp hands.

Don't ask him how he perceives Time -- it's really, really complicated. Chirping quietly, the Renne offers a careful nuzzle. There's a few more flashes on his skin, as if he wonders how anyone could think his silly imaginings were anything other than silly.

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