[It's a dangerous move born of too little time and too little influence. Having only been here a little over a month, Light has no choice but to rely on a ready-made army to be used in defense if there was a need. Greed wants his own slice of Vandare which can happen even if there is no attack if they play their roles right.
The rumors of the Devil's Nest are varied, and Light knows rumors aren't a trustworthy source of information. Anyone can make up a lie, a half-truth, an exaggeration, and only the foolish believe everything they were told. Nonetheless, it sounds like an organization someone like Light would never normally be associated with.
Despite times.
The reasoning behind the deal is easy enough. If there is an attack, if Vandare falls to monsters, there would be many more people rising against them, and soon Ryslig would be one large monster hunt. As someone newly transformed, as someone who doesn't want to spend his time running, he can't let it happen.
So he walks down the dangerous streets, steps soft as he pulls his coat further around him to combat the night air. His clothing has been tailored to fit his wings, though it's still a foreign feeling to have the fabric occasionally brush against them.
Light's a bit later as he has much further to travel, but faerie rings have made the trip possible. When the meeting place approaches, the faerie finds himself approaching Greed. The carapace is hidden by shoes and gloves, but the wings are too large to conceal. Beneath the changes is a young man, eighteen years old if the sin has an eye for ages, with a modern haircut which seems to flatter his brown hair - it was at least popular in his world. Tall for his Japanese heritage, Light stands at 5'10 with a thin waist but with shoulders that hint at strength. Brown eyes regard him carefully. As soon as he stops, a ring of mushrooms appear around him.]
The precaution isn't for you. Vandare is dangerous now. [And faeries aren't known for their fighting abilities.
He reaches out a hand, fingers uncalloused.] I assume you're Greed. I'm Light Yagami, it's nice to meet you.
Action
The rumors of the Devil's Nest are varied, and Light knows rumors aren't a trustworthy source of information. Anyone can make up a lie, a half-truth, an exaggeration, and only the foolish believe everything they were told. Nonetheless, it sounds like an organization someone like Light would never normally be associated with.
Despite times.
The reasoning behind the deal is easy enough. If there is an attack, if Vandare falls to monsters, there would be many more people rising against them, and soon Ryslig would be one large monster hunt. As someone newly transformed, as someone who doesn't want to spend his time running, he can't let it happen.
So he walks down the dangerous streets, steps soft as he pulls his coat further around him to combat the night air. His clothing has been tailored to fit his wings, though it's still a foreign feeling to have the fabric occasionally brush against them.
Light's a bit later as he has much further to travel, but faerie rings have made the trip possible. When the meeting place approaches, the faerie finds himself approaching Greed. The carapace is hidden by shoes and gloves, but the wings are too large to conceal. Beneath the changes is a young man, eighteen years old if the sin has an eye for ages, with a modern haircut which seems to flatter his brown hair - it was at least popular in his world. Tall for his Japanese heritage, Light stands at 5'10 with a thin waist but with shoulders that hint at strength. Brown eyes regard him carefully. As soon as he stops, a ring of mushrooms appear around him.]
The precaution isn't for you. Vandare is dangerous now. [And faeries aren't known for their fighting abilities.
He reaches out a hand, fingers uncalloused.] I assume you're Greed. I'm Light Yagami, it's nice to meet you.