07-30-2021, 08:14 PM
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No, not in the flesh, but in spirit. In the actions of every person he barked an order at. According to Theodore Knope, he was every one of these people in The Badlands, and they were a part of him. Every action of every man, in the name of his wicked intentions, lingered the influence of Teddy. Even though he wasn’t there in the flesh, Johnny would know that the beating was a message from him, sealed sweetly with crusts of dry blood and black eyes. Once one made a deal with The Badlands, they ought to stick to the agreement religiously. Oftentimes, these agreements were made by desperate men with little choice but to turn to the Knope’s enterprise for help. Teddy would be generous in giving with the understanding that in return he’d receive all and more back.
Teddy was pleased to notice the return of Nikolai, small pouch in hand as he wandered back through the streets of The Badlands. The dishevelled hair and splatters of crusted blood was all the evidence needed to prove that Nikolai was willing to do anything in the name of The Badlands, and the small pouch of valuables only further showed that Nikolai was ready for his initiation from Prospective to Made Man. He’d make a useful fighter, Teddy would note; someone that Teddy could use at his disposal. Approaching the Prospective, Teddy’s lips curled into a smug grin as his gaze lingered on the pouch of goods like a magpie in pursuit of something to engage his curious, materialistic mind.
❝ What did Johnny have to say for himself then? ❞ Teddy questioned, tipping his chin upwards as he halted in front of Nikolai. Hand outreached, waiting expectantly for Nikolai to hand over the pouch, Teddy tipped his head to the side as he added, ❝ Mais c’est tout en sucre.[sup]1[/sup] Regardless of what he had to say, I’m thinkin’ you’re ready for your initiation. Are you ready? ❞ Teddy quirked a brow. An initiation was an agreement to remain loyal to The Badlands for life. If Nikolai wasn’t ready for such an extreme devotion to the group, then he would eventually be as good as dead, as many failed Made Men had come to find after attempting to escape the group. If a person could not belong to Teddy's cause, then Teddy would refuse to allow them to belong to anyone's cause.
[sup]1[/sup] but it's all good (cajun french)
No, not in the flesh, but in spirit. In the actions of every person he barked an order at. According to Theodore Knope, he was every one of these people in The Badlands, and they were a part of him. Every action of every man, in the name of his wicked intentions, lingered the influence of Teddy. Even though he wasn’t there in the flesh, Johnny would know that the beating was a message from him, sealed sweetly with crusts of dry blood and black eyes. Once one made a deal with The Badlands, they ought to stick to the agreement religiously. Oftentimes, these agreements were made by desperate men with little choice but to turn to the Knope’s enterprise for help. Teddy would be generous in giving with the understanding that in return he’d receive all and more back.
Teddy was pleased to notice the return of Nikolai, small pouch in hand as he wandered back through the streets of The Badlands. The dishevelled hair and splatters of crusted blood was all the evidence needed to prove that Nikolai was willing to do anything in the name of The Badlands, and the small pouch of valuables only further showed that Nikolai was ready for his initiation from Prospective to Made Man. He’d make a useful fighter, Teddy would note; someone that Teddy could use at his disposal. Approaching the Prospective, Teddy’s lips curled into a smug grin as his gaze lingered on the pouch of goods like a magpie in pursuit of something to engage his curious, materialistic mind.
❝ What did Johnny have to say for himself then? ❞ Teddy questioned, tipping his chin upwards as he halted in front of Nikolai. Hand outreached, waiting expectantly for Nikolai to hand over the pouch, Teddy tipped his head to the side as he added, ❝ Mais c’est tout en sucre.[sup]1[/sup] Regardless of what he had to say, I’m thinkin’ you’re ready for your initiation. Are you ready? ❞ Teddy quirked a brow. An initiation was an agreement to remain loyal to The Badlands for life. If Nikolai wasn’t ready for such an extreme devotion to the group, then he would eventually be as good as dead, as many failed Made Men had come to find after attempting to escape the group. If a person could not belong to Teddy's cause, then Teddy would refuse to allow them to belong to anyone's cause.
[sup]1[/sup] but it's all good (cajun french)
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