[Episode] Marietta vs. Amadeus

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If there was one unspoken rule of Baterilla, it was a simple one: the families called the shots. Not the Navy. Not the pirates. The families ruled the roost, and to cross them was as good as signing your own death warrant. That's how they saw things, at least...

That's how she enforced them, too; she and others like her who carried out the families' collective will when others didn't or wouldn't play ball.

Just recently, a bounty hunter had come to Baterilla doing what he did best. That was hardly an issue, as pirates had a habit of causing trouble wherever they went, but it was what he'd done after that had warranted her attention. In the simple act of hunting Gregory the Flail, this bounty hunter had crossed the Morati family. Now, they wanted him to learn some respect, to know that if one does business on Baterilla, then one goes through the family to do it.

That's why she was here now.

That's why Marie walked into the hotel where Amadeus had been said to be staying on the island. Dressed in a dark blue suit jacket and slacks, one could still see her leather corset between the opened sides of the jacket, especially with a hand in each pants pocket. Her eyes glinted with ill intent as she stared own at the concierge behind his desk, and all she gave was a name, [plyr=misc]"Amadeus Rhodes."[/plyr]

[npc=misc]"U-Uhh, y-y-yes... R-Room Two thirty-six. S-S-Second floor. Stairs are r-right behind you, m-ma'am."[/npc] It'd taken him a second to find the name in the books, but he was pretty fast, all things considered. The kid was young, but not stupid. Someone had probably told him she'd be coming tonight, or else her reputation had simply preceded her.

It was probably the former.

With a thankful smirk, Marie turned and made her way up the stairs towards her target. The heels of her shoes struck the floor hard, echoing a little in the empty hallway with her weight. When she finally did reach the room, she reached her hand up to knock, but on second thought...

The door flung open noisily with a mighty kick just to the side of the lock. The woman had to stoop some to get in under the doorway, but stood to her full height once inside and replaced her hands into her pockets.

[plyr=misc]"Mr. Rhodes. We need to have a talk about your behavior."[/plyr] She grinned.

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