Post by The Horned Frog on Aug 10, 2012 21:56:53 GMT -5
London, England.
The setting sun upon the capital of the United Kingdom was a transition of sorts. The warmth of a location littered with history both triumphant and tragic moved towards a modern city of lights, no different from the other locations he had known. It had high rises just like a New York and a Tokyo, but with different landmarks to travel by and unfamiliar streets and dead ends to hide from the locals and tourists. The Parliament's clocktower, known to many as Big Ben, chimed above him. Despite all of the lights shining upon the historical building, he remained attached to the shadows. That person being the Horned Frog, leader of the Great Alliance and preparation force that were trained to resist the Imperium once this sinister alien civilization entered the Sol system.
David Rosenzweig had come here on a mission. That mission was to come into contact with the elusive Magdalena, the wielder of the mystical Spear of Destiny. A gifted and dangerous individual, she was part of a divine bloodline that could possibly linked to the NADIS. Surely, he wouldn't reveal such information based on such little knowledge he had and couldn't prove it to anyone. Besides this, he had met her in the recent past. In that past encounter, they had the assumption that they were each other's enemy and fought quite a grueling skirmish. That was until both the Magdalena and the Horned Frog noticed their weapons. She held the Spear of Destiny. He held the sickle-like Sword of the Lord.
It was then that they talked, and found that they had the same adversary: The Dark Church. It was the name that David had given, as it was one of the inner hearts of the Roman Catholic Church. Filled with those who served it under the guise of God and Jesus Christ -- Brother Yeshua -- even though it was a corruption of the true word of the Creator. Patience, the current Magdalena, knew the truth as well. So it led to them coming to an uneasy alliance, which came with the territory of just fighting someone a few moments before.
Before the Tartalian arrival to Earth, their cooperation turned into a sort of friendship through meeting with each other on various missions. Those run-ins stemmed from strange creatures from ancient lore to hellish beings bent on destruction. Then, he was changed forever. Extraterrestrials came from the heavens, dragging him into this cosmic struggle of good and evil. He was thrust in the middle of international affairs and was found standing the limelight. A place that he was not fond of. Sure, any attempt by the Dark Church now would be dealt with swiftly by the Alliance and the Tartalians, but his ally and friend was still threatened by these people. That was something he wasn't going to tolerate.
Still in the shadows, he had since removed his horned helmet. He was waiting calmly, the nightly breeze moving past his stoic face. In meeting with Patience, he had sent a request about a supposed second Sword of the Lord and in return, he would see if the Magdalena was perhaps interested in the Great Alliance. It was a move to protect his friend and give her a chance to be normal until the Imperium or some other worldly crisis brought the two together in a cohesive team.
Then, his ears picked up a thud from behind him. He continued to look out into the city while his deep voice picked up to his visitor. "It's been a while, my friend," he greeted, anticipating a quick response. Which would either be kind words in return or a weapon being thrust towards him. Either one of those scenarios, he was ready. Just in case type of situation, as he knew better to never have his back turned away from anyone or anything. Especially without the helmet on, but he banked on his reflexes and regeneration to pull him through.
