An Unconventional Interview (Closed to Sable and Red Knight)

((We will be moving to Germany, but for now we are in Italy.))

"You have been chosen as candidates for Thrones. The rewards are many, but first a final interview is required so that we can assess your qualifications firsthand and determine the best place for you in our organization.  Present yourself at the coordinates provided in 12 days at 0300 local time. Do not be late. You will need the keycard attached to this letter. If you lose it, you are unfit for Thrones."

That was what was written on the letter Victoria had made sure was delivered 12 daus ago to two possible Thrones members. The coordinates would lead them to Italy, though far from the Throne's villa itself. Instead it would lead into the countryside far from civilization, a large one floor home set on top of rolling hills. It was one of Victoria's own safehouses, and Victoria sat within fiddling with various keyboards as information scrolled at incredible speed down several monitors.  They would not only need the keycard to open the locked door of her house, but also the barred gate at the end of the drive. Victoria had plans to make it more complicated than that of course. The long driveway to approach the home had several automated turrets that Victoria was sure to leave active. 4 turrets were equipped with automatic machinegun fire, while two closest to the house held small missiles capable of locking on to a human's heat signature. All were hidden under the ground until someone invaded their proximity. If they couldn't even make it Victoria's automated defenses, they were hardly prepared to serve Thrones. She leaned back in her seat and waited, watching the surveillance, painted green with nightvision in the early morning's darkness, for the arrival of her recruits.

Maxamillian Rose was a modern day knight, with ideals of ancestral knights, who was nearing the end of his selection year. Do to this little fact on the inside he was full of despair knowing if when he turned twenty-six years of age and did not have a wife of his own, upon returning home his King would have to be the one to assign him a wife. It was certainly a tradition that Maxamillian did not thoroughly enjoy, but as a tradition he had to abide by it. This of course didn’t mean he wasn’t to try harder to prove himself worthy to the women of this world, and he would do this the only way he knew how. He would continue to defeat every challenger that crossed his path in any honorable way he could.

Which is how the Red Knight found himself walking up to an Old Italian home set way out in the countryside. Twelve days ago he had received a letter from an un-named sender requesting his presence there, so as a group called ‘Thrones’ could asses his skill. Not one to back down from any challenge The Red Knight had gladly accepted this Unconventional Interview and so traversed on one of the flying vehicles from America to Italy. Once on European ground, ground he had not thought he’d arrive on again without a wife on his left arm, he made haste to the location requested on the message that he had received.

Upon reaching the barred gate and stopped to look for the keycard he was given, as it was somewhere in his suit of armor. Setting his shield down onto the grass momentarily the armored Knight patted himself down before finally spotting it and using the key card to open the gate. “I should truly find myself a squire for tasks such as this.” He mused to himself as he picked his shield up from the ground and made his way in through the gate that stood before him. Yet, as soon as the man made no more than two feet into the compound the gun fire from the machine guns rained down upon him. Lifting his shield up to intercept what he could, he cursed slowly moving forward. “I do so hate these weapons…”