Jörmungandr immediately retracted the emotion, and the server stopped convulsing in response, the tremors leaving her body as quickly as they'd overcome her.
A deep sigh of relief freed itself from the System's lungs, her body shaking from the tension leaving her after the pressure had left.
"There, much better no? Now, let's have a nice, civilized chat, alright?"
A beautiful woman with long, straight night hair elegantly sat down at the table, and though the simple white pants and violet collared shirt she wore were inexpensive, somehow, she made them seem like robes fit for royalty.
An easy smile crossed her red rose lips as she invited Jörmungandr, "Now sit down; we can hash out our grievances, desires and deals in an orderly manner, can't we, brother?"
Jörmungandr's animosity calmed back to a still pond, and quietly he sat down, his sunset eyes affixed on the laced fingers in his lap.
The System was shocked at the skill of the intruder, Hel or Hela, and mutely stared at the lovely woman, in awe from her perfect control of the situation.
"Are you alright, Miss System? I apologize for my little brother's reaction—he can be... excitable, sometimes."
"Y-yeah, no problem..."
If someone were to look at this scene, one would think that the System god was in love with the goddess of death; fortunately for the System, everyone was too distracted and shaken by the pressure from before to notice, and the interaction went unnoticed, save for the two siblings who had inherited much from their sly father.
"Ah, excuse me."
Hel called out to a waiter who was less shaken than the others who were cleaning up the bodily fluids of the one who'd collapsed, and with an award winning smile requested, "Could you pull out another chair to this table? Another guest is to be expected. Thank you."
As the waiter went to retrieve another chair, Hel noticed Jörmungandr's gaze, and with a calm smile answered, "He's not coming," to the unanswered question.
"That's just like the old man, isn't?"
A tall figure with jagged gray hair that ended at his waist, and who carried around a vague sense of animalism entered the inn, sitting down loosely into the new chair, his muscles relaxed but also alert for action, much like the body he once inhabited.
"Fenrir, thank you for coming here—are you accustomed to your new body?"
"Pretty much yeah—it's mostly comfortable, though I need to get used to the whole running on two legs deal..."
"..."
The System closely survey the siblings and their interactions, and despite the overall lack of similar features as the avatars were personalized to the individual, there was an undeniable familial bond between them all.
"Now then," Hel clapped, her smile still painted on her lovely face, "shall we get down to business?"
The System blinked, her expression becoming professional again as she began to explain to them the mechanics of the game, much like she had to Jörmungandr.
"So, what faction are we supposed to be?"
"Well... that's where it gets a little spotty—you don't really have a fixed stance. I was thinking you could hash out the faction yourself, since I want this game to be as authentic as possible..."
Silence fell over the table temporarily, and with a shared glance, the siblings, starting from Fenrir, gave their answer:
"Not Loki."
"I'll have to agree to you on that—Father is hardly reliable in this situation..."
"...Not..."
At the agreement between all the siblings, the System just had to wonder—what on Earth did Loki do to get immediately vetoed from the command structure?
She reminded herself to study Norse mythology in more depth in the future...