The conversation was going nowhere fast. Several others had arrived and said roughly the same kind of information she had already found or considered, for the most part. At least no one was yelling anymore, but the irritation did not leave Akemi's face as more and more people showed up to "contribute" in their own meaningless way.
That is, until the door they were standing rather close to suddenly opened. Akemi instinctively took a step back and faced the opening door, eyes at roughly the level an average adult would exit from within. Instead, the movement was much, much lower. A rabbit? In clothing? With antlers? The irritation on her face quickly swept into a look of disbelief and rare confusion.
Ah. We've been drugged. That is the only logical reasoning Akemi could grasp onto in this moment. She watched the creature silently hop past, brows lowering once more. None of the serious scenarios she had cooked up in her head made complete sense, with this development. Before she could even process the odd scene, three more emerged from the door. Humans, this time. Presumably, the guards who had been watching from within, of course. Her gaze sharpened on them, as she tried to push the other bizarre visual out of her mind.
She already doesn't like them. Of course, she barely likes anyone, but she is not going to be the first one to see what happens when someone reacts with hostility toward them. Allow someone else that burden. For now, she will dutifully and irritably comply with the authority, just like always.
She follows the directive to walk to the Hall, head held high and expression carefully controlled to one of only mild distaste. Perhaps there would at least be some answers given here, something to explain what was happening to them. If they were to be executed, at least they deserved to know why.
We hold absolute authority over you.
Akemi's face sours immediately. Off to an excellent start with these three, aren't we? She clenches her jaw and quickly closes her eyes, lowering her head to maintain some sense of composure. She can handle this. She must listen carefully, and understand exactly what her situation is.
That is, if anything they were saying made any sense in the first place. MILGRAM? Subconscious projection? Judgement? At least this confirmed some theories, but it left far, far more questions than it answered. Why them? How were they found? How did they arrive here? What would the judgment mean for them? Would Akemi, or any of them, ever see the outside again?
She stops listening to the commentary of those around her. Surely Ellie would be saying something smug about Hell, likely several more will be staring at the floor in despair or insisting they have made a mistake, or pleading innocence. Whatever they have to say, or protest, holds no interest to her right now.
"Why this group of murderers? Have we all committed murder recently? How were we found, much less selected? And what will become of the judged, once these trials have ceased? Are we to return home to face further legal judgment there?"
Her expression is dark, and her gaze is firmly fixed onto the wardens looming above.
