Ami smiled at Kenzaki's approach. He was an odd young man, but a nice one, although perhaps it was the language and cultural barrier that had more to do with what everyone perceived as oddness. Certainly, Jin was perceived in the same way, although the strongest perception was of a jealous, possessive, husband; cultural differences made breaching certain chasms hard.
"Good morning, Kenzaki," Ami greeted him, wishing again that she could speak with him. Fortunately, there were people here who could communicate with him, particularly since it was a little too late for her to suddenly start displaying a flair for Japanese. (Maybe Scott can teach me what he's learning. It would be a good way to pass the time.)
He greeted her in heavily accented, but surprisingly well spoken English, and she accepted the offered food with a smile. As she did, her hand brushed his and her hypersensitive awareness – an unexpected and lingering side effect from whatever had happened between she and Scott yesterday – kicked right in. His appearance shimmered and changed, so quickly that Ami probably would have thought she was hallucinating if it hadn't been for the feeling that she got from him. Something about Kenzaki was off; he wasn't human, yet his emotions and his thought patterns were. Yet, he was different somehow, more powerful than he appeared to be, a Fighter – and why Fighter came through capitalized she didn't know – but not dangerous to the camp.
Ami knew that it took her a moment to beat back her surprise and wasn't at all surprised when she felt Scott's mental touch in her mind. /What?/
/I think Kenzaki's an alien,/ Ami told him as she schooled her face back to friendly neutrality.
/You're kidding?!/
/No, apparently our little slice of tropical paradise is collecting them./ Ami paused and added, /But he feels human. Not half or hybrid, but human. And yet not. It's odd. But he's safe, to us at least./
"Thank you," Ami said graciously, regarding the food. She didn't understand what he said in Japanese, so all she could do was give him another friendly smile.
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[Ami] Another Weird One (tag Kenzaki, Scott, open)
Date: 2006-04-17 03:53 pm (UTC)"Good morning, Kenzaki," Ami greeted him, wishing again that she could speak with him. Fortunately, there were people here who could communicate with him, particularly since it was a little too late for her to suddenly start displaying a flair for Japanese. (Maybe Scott can teach me what he's learning. It would be a good way to pass the time.)
He greeted her in heavily accented, but surprisingly well spoken English, and she accepted the offered food with a smile. As she did, her hand brushed his and her hypersensitive awareness – an unexpected and lingering side effect from whatever had happened between she and Scott yesterday – kicked right in. His appearance shimmered and changed, so quickly that Ami probably would have thought she was hallucinating if it hadn't been for the feeling that she got from him. Something about Kenzaki was off; he wasn't human, yet his emotions and his thought patterns were. Yet, he was different somehow, more powerful than he appeared to be, a Fighter – and why Fighter came through capitalized she didn't know – but not dangerous to the camp.
Ami knew that it took her a moment to beat back her surprise and wasn't at all surprised when she felt Scott's mental touch in her mind. /What?/
/I think Kenzaki's an alien,/ Ami told him as she schooled her face back to friendly neutrality.
/You're kidding?!/
/No, apparently our little slice of tropical paradise is collecting them./ Ami paused and added, /But he feels human. Not half or hybrid, but human. And yet not. It's odd. But he's safe, to us at least./
"Thank you," Ami said graciously, regarding the food. She didn't understand what he said in Japanese, so all she could do was give him another friendly smile.