A Punching Deal

**Date Started:** 28 December 2021‎
**Date Completed:** ongoing
**Previous Role-Play**: A Barbaric King, Sands of Time
**Users Involved:** User:The ancient terror
**Setting:** Kaltberge, Interdiction Junction
**Characters Involved**: Winterkorn Marnie, Boolean Adertum, While Venenaria, String Arteriena, Patient 15: Swarm, Patient 13: Mind-Eater, Stephenson T. Isambard, ?

## First Major Steps

The sounds of a huge snowstorm could be heard as the sky was barely visible and the cold seemed to make life completely impossible. The ominous hum of the storm accompanied the tunnels like an echo into the depths before it finally fell silent.

However, at the very depth of the caves, three figures sat in a room, as the only light that illuminated the room was a blue light from a screen, which showed various Bounty posters, of various individuals.

"Eww! These humans and other human beings are really way too arrogant and conceited lately. But good thing they're stupid enough to fight themselves." the smallest figure in the room chuckled, her long pink hair bobbing as her red eyes reflected her amused mood.

"Don't be such a baby, youngling. They're just as naive and arrogant as you are." snorted the second figure, her white hair half-hiding her red eyes as she sighed.

"I'M ONLY 100 YEARS YOUNGER THAN YOU, YOU ERROR CODE!" the first figure shouted.

"HOW DID YOU CALL ME, YOU FAULTY SLEEVE!" screamed the second figure as they started yelling at each other.

The third and largest figure sighed before hitting the table and looking at the other two figures with a serious look, his lower face covered by a mask. The other two figures whined but sat down again.

"So after this kindergarten, it's time for the reason for our meeting," said the third figure in a deep voice, "As much as I hate the arrogance of these people, the fact is that these human beings are capable of great things and are always evolving. Sooner or later they may finally find us and as much as I hate it they may destroy us," said the third figure with anger in his voice as the other two also let out their hatred. However, a small, robotic figure came into the room and brought the shapes three glasses of red liquid, which seemed to calm them all down again.

"So now is the time to make our point and build our strength and influence. And I'm sure this could help us." said the third figure as he pulled out a purple vial.

"Oh this miracle cure! It was not too reproducible, so it will somehow come from a devil fruit. But it really helped us." said the pink haired figure as she drank her drink.

"That's right, our gear ghouls have never been so robust and effective, allowing us to improve our technology without risking the flesh breaking." said the white-haired figure as she also filled her drink, "but it's been limited to the crates we've been able to grab. Good thing we have our technology." she grinned, which also made the tall figure laugh before he calmed down.

"Indeed, **Venenaria** and **Ateriena**. We have found the one who produces this miracle drug. We can of course persuade in with force, but we have to make contacts with the human beings as much as we hate it and establish relationships. Besides, I'm pretty sure this human being will be one of the few we can like," said the tall figure as he pulled out a Transporter Snail, which seems to be semi-mechanical as he types in a number.

"Let's see if this organization is willing to take a meeting."

**One month later**

She sat in her small boat as she wrapped herself in her thick fur jacket. Her breath could already be seen as the steadily dropping temperatures became noticeable. She rubbed her hands as she looked at the flower that was in a glass container. Her "crew" consisted only of these Mindless Hosts as they piloted the ship.

"How did I get into this situation again?" the blue-haired figure asked one of the mutants, who just pointed at her.

***Flashback***

*"What are you doing father?" she asked her father figure, who had just finished an interesting conversation. "It looks like a certain faction is interested in Enraizar and it looks like they don't want to be discovered. I mean many would call a place and time, not a device with coordinates and a map." the figure said as she pulled out a highly technical device. "Let me go, old man. You're busy anyway and I have nothing to do right now anyway since our projects are suspended for now." she said before staring at her father figure with puppy eyes, "Please I will also pay attention and honor our names, please?" she said as her father figure just sighed. "Ok you can do it. " he stopped her as he raised his hand to interrupt her happy dance, "But you will be in contact with me, will take some of the henchmen with you and dress warmly, looks like there is a winter island if the coordinates are right." he explained, to which Marnie shook her head. "Don't worry old man, a little cold won't bother me, especially with my new skills." she said with pride in her voice.*

***End of Flashback***

She just stared blankly at the mutation, which was dressed in a suit compared to the others. "That's right, I got myself into this mess. Why are you so much smarter than me, Jeff?" sighed Marnie, but was at least grateful to see her apparent target. But unfortunately, that destination was a huge winter island with mountains,high mountain which Marnie most likely needs to climb. As her ship sailed away, another appeared alongside, resembling a pirate ship. One person, who stands out in his crew, yelled. "Stop! Surrender and give up your things or prepare eu-!" whatever he was about to say was interrupted when his body and his entire ship was cut in two by a flying cut. As the crew panicked several red glowing eyes from the water stared at the survivors. What followed could only be heard as screams across the sea, but Winterkorn Marnie paid no attention to the sight as she put her scissors back. When they arrived at the shore, the mutants followed her, hauling crates while jeff held the flower. Marnie hugged only herself as her teeth began to shatter.

"Da-a-a-mn c-c-cold p-place!" whined Marnie as she began to follow her map.

*Tap Tap Tap*

The sound of that tapping finger could be heard as Ateriena filled the silence with her impatience. Normally her comrades would find her impatience annoying, but this time....no it wasn't much different. Venenaria's Eyes began to twitch as Adertum held the table tightly and it was already beginning to crack.

"Ateriena. I know patience is not your strong suit, though we have almost an endless loop of life but must you drag us into your despair aswell?" Venenaria said with barely contained anger.

"Give me a break, outdated program. What's taking our contact so long?!" insulted Ateriena, which again led to an argument between the two again. Adertum sighed as he got ready to separate these idiots again, but he received a message when the display of one of the lesser recounters showed up.

"What's the reason for the contact, toniker?" asked Adertum in his deep voice.

"Sir we have a fleshling one of our entrances." said the recounter.

"And why are you wasting my time with this information?" he asked with anger in his voice, which made the Recounter sweat.

"Sir the fleshling is protected by strange creatures that destroyed our collector Gear ghouls, but she has technology from us and strange boxes with her?" the Recounter said as Adertum's eyes widened.

"Get her inside and don't attack her. Bring them to us." he ordered, to which the Recounter agreed. He looked at his comrades.

"Ey, brats!" shouted Adertum to both as they both turned to him, teeth sharp.

**"EY!/EY!"** they both said to him.

"Stop fighting like children. Our guest have arrived." he said as they both calmed down and sat back down.

**Meanwhile outside**

The recounters just looked on in amazement as one mutant in a suit took out a blowtorch and tried to thaw the block of ice that was Marnie.

After awkward minutes, Marnie gets successfully defrozen, before she saw this strange people lookig like human, but definetly lack color and have strange fangs. They wear mechanical gear and she wonders know, at what kind of place she ended. She looks awkward, but definetly pissed at the creatures. "I had a fcking bad day, freezed to death only because for you mysterious customers not showing yourself. I dont care who or what you are but bring me to whoever called me, **NOW!**" snarled Marnie, as her eyes turned red and a few fangs growed out of her mouth, scaring the few recounters a bit. "Ehm , yes miss please follow us. Elder Adertum waits you arrival!" he said fast before starting to walk off, as Marnie, Jeff and her other mindless hosts follow them.

As they walked deeper and deeper into the caves, Marnie could not hide her nervousness but also her exitment, as she saw a literally underground city with so many technology, which makes their technology back work looks like stone world grade. What however was the most interesting and probably disturbin factor was that there were corpses, hundreds of corpses all around. And she is already realising for what as she saw that the technology got fused by the corpses. A really disturbing side, if not for the fact, that her father is Winterkorn Alfred and she saw worse and already did it.

As she got deeper and deeper she stand infront of a giant metal door, as their was a loud alarm sound as the door openes up, revealing to be a lift. Her escorts stand outside. Looks like she must be went alone. As she entered the lift the doors closed and she went deeper into the caves. She waited and waited.....and waited.

"Holy shit, how deep goes this lift?"

## Train-Man and Memory-Girl

She grits her teeths, as she sat in her room. Why is she the person, who must arrange a deal with this train man. She got orders by her father, that it is important to get this person on their side or atleast making a deal with him, because his technology and trains could be a major step in the transporation buisness. As much as she hates to admit it, he was right. Big sister Marnie was on her own journey, big bro Martin also, father was occupied with labor work and other stuff. And after her a spinosaurus, a flying laser shooting squid or a giant acid vomitting sea-king she would be the best next choice for this task. But what she really hates is the fact she is not allowed to use violence, kill humans or even using her spores, but she gots scolded and promised punishment awaits her if she ruin this deal, thanks for her violent behaviour. Beside fathers informations revealed this man is a tolerantable person, but also smart, so she must be not let herself tricked, after all they have very strong arguments to convience this person.

Yeah 13, but for this mission Anabella, has not a good time, as she left her room and joined the ship deck. The mindless hosts are all dressed from head to foot, so to hide their appearance. As she looked at the approching islands, her jaws drop as she saws the technology and the cool looking trains. Maybe this will not be so much pain in the ass. After all Interdiction Junction looks like it can be a lot of fun, even without killing and hiding her true appearance in her usual, princess like appearance.

Stephenson T. Isambard took a glance at his watch as he stood at the central station of Interdiction Juntion once again to greet a princess of some variety, and yet again they were taking an almost sadistic amount of time to arrive to his humble trading network of Interdiction Junction. An annoyed sigh emnating from his mouth as he takes a drag on his cigars, his gaze locked upon the horizon as he waits for his guest to arrive. He had received a message from someone name Cordizeps two week or so prior detailing how he had sent a delegate to arrange a business meeting between the two men about acquiring locomotives for transporting goods and cargo.

Isambard had hastily agreed to the meeting, the prospect of easily earned wealth making the businessman excitable. The excitement turned to annoyance as after a week, the delegate hadn't arrived yet, and that annoyance only grew in amount as the second week wore on. Isambard was a patient man, business and engineering alike had seen to that, however the lack of haste in his soon-to-be business partner's travel irritated the man, reminding once more of the vast superiorty that locomotives held over sailing vessels.

After what felt like an eternity, they finally reached the port. With an annoyed sigh because of their extended journey, they left the ship with four of the mindless hosts, while the rest were supposed to guard the ship. Damn Grandline weather.

"Let's get this over with" Anabella said as she and the four cloaked creatures made their way out to the center using the trains. She carried a suitcase while three creatures carried weapons and the fourth dragged a box. And now she saw why father was so interested in this man. Trains are a thousand times better than ships. Faster and no annoying wiggling around through the sea. Yes, now more than ever she had to get this deal done. In no time at all they reached the central station of this place and with a few glances she spotted the person she was supposed to meet.

"Mr.Stephenson?" asked Anabella when she got the man's attention. She bowed in greeting, "Anabella. I believe my boss has scheduled a meeting with you. I apologize for our tardiness but grandline weather is unpredictable." Anabella greeted and apologized, while her giant guards, who with their masks and full body disguise look like cheap costumes of CP-0 agents, stood still.

Isambard had been rather busy tinkering with his watch to notice the arrival of the princess and her guards, so when Anabella made her presence known, the lavender engineer almost jumped out of his skin. Shaking off the shock, Isambard rotates his attention from his watch to his new guests, flashing a brilliant smile as Anabella intoduces herself. Returning the bow, although a bit more limited due to the man's superior height. "No need to apolgize Ms. Anabella, I believe one of the reasons why you are here is to acquire a method of travelling the Grandline while ignoring the weather!" A giddy grin appearing on his face as he ecstatically finishes his sentence, alluding to the deals about to take place.

"Now Ms. Anabella, would you like to go to your accomodations for your short stay on the island and set down your luggage? Or would you enjoy having a meeting in my office right away? Whatever you want is up you, after all you are the guest here." Isambard's grin shifting to a pleasant, respectful smile, as he offers options to the young monarch about what she can do. Shortly after speaking, a purple trolley with golden trim trundles beside the group, stopping right to the side of the mayor.

Anabella tried to keep her polite form, but her desire to simply eat and manipulate these people is huge. However, she controlled herself as she tried to build up a smile. The man before her is definitely interested in whatever she has to offer him. A greedy person perhaps? But her master is interested and says he is useful, so no aggressive action is allowed.

"Mr. Stephenson, I would prefer that we do our business first." said Anabella, for the reason that she doesn't know how long she can control herself, but when she saw the purple trolley, she struggled to hide her stars in her eyes.
"Um, but I think you'd be nice enough to give me a quick tour of your town, wouldn't you? After all, I need to see who and what I'll be conducting this business with first." Anabella asked as she cocked her head to the side to hide the redness in her face. Her guards answered the question already, as they enter the trolley big enough for them to enter, as well as the holded items.

"Of course Ms. Anabella! I would be remiss if I didn't give such an esteemed guest a tour of the town!" Isambard exclaims, stepping into the trolley; sitting down across from the young woman. As soon as he had sat down, the trolley had begun rolling down the rails, gliding silently across the ground almost as if hovering above the earth. As they travel, Isambard points out landmarks that appeared along their jouney, the large shopping center and gargantuan central factory being the highlights of the tour, at least in the mayor's opinion.

Eventually the tour reached its grandiose finale, that being the center piece of Interdiction Junction, I.T.S. Trainyards H.Q. An ornate and grand building, locomotives and people flowing in and out at a rapid pace as contracts are fulfilled and jobs are being attended to. Isambard raises his hand upwards and pulls a small string that was emplaced above the window, a small bell chiming as the trolley silently comes to a halt. "Well Ms. Anabella, it appears our tour has come to an end, I hope it was to your liking. But now that we have arrived, we can have our meeting. Just follow me to one of our meeting rooms and we can start." Stepping out of the trolley, Isambard waves a greeting to his employees as they pass by him on his way to one of the several board rooms for mettings.

Anabella eyes shows more and more stars as she saw the different things on this island. She know that this man is worth it to become an ally and buisness partner and needs to admit, that she was dissapointed, that the tour was over, but now its time for buisness.

"Led the way, Mr.Stephenson." said Anabella with a polite smile as she and her guards exited the trolly, following the large man. Her hapiness was quickly overwhelmed by disguise and bloodlust, as she saw this many people, cursing herself, that she is not able to eat their memories or bodies, while torturing them. Maybe if she asked Mr. Stephenson for permission she could get one or two persons. But that is after her successful deal. She followed Mr.Stephenson, before finally finding and entering one of the board rooms. She ordered her one guard to put down the crate as she sat down on one chair as she holded her suitcase.

"So Mr.Stephenson I think its quite obvious, why we came her and what we want. But before we said our demands it would be political to show, what we have to offer." she said as she opens up the suitcase, but still holding it that way, that the man could not see the inside. She grabbed an ampoule of glowing purple liquid before closing the suitcase again. She tilted her head. "By any chance do you have a miniature locomotive here, which runs with the same energy source you real trains run?" Anabella asked as she holded the ampoule in her hands.

"We actually have a few such locomotives that would fit what you require! They act as a form of object transport, it makes it rather convenient around here." Right on cue, a small train trundles down a rail, small packages and mail being carried in the cars following behind it. Isambard walks over to the rail, seperating the train from its coupled cars; gently removing it from the rails it was placed upon. Returning back to the position he had been in, Isambard positioning the locomotive on the table in front of Ms. Anabella.

"I hope this suffices for what you have planned, although please do be careful with it, those parts can be a tad expensive to produce." The purple-clad engineer clasps his hands together as he watches the small woman intently, curious to see what exactly she would do with strange liquid and minature locomotive.

Anabella's eye twitched a bit. Looks like this guy uses trains for nearly everything. She would be not suprised that he soon develop train shoes to walk with them. Netherless she political nodded her head in thanks. She may not know much about trains and engineering, but even she should be able to find the tank for the fuel. But after awkward 5 minutes of searching one of the guards pointed her the entrance of the tank.

"Ahh of course there it is, I already founded it!" said Anabella fast with embrassment, as she opened up the entrance and not so caringly throw out the fuel, oil on the floor of the room. As she was sure there is nothing left, she insert the purple liquid into the train, before putting it back on the tracks and activating it again. The train start to work again, as the pistons and wheels moved faster and faster, noticable faster then before as purple electricity like sparks come out and out of the exhaust pipe emerged purple mist, before the trains moves again, but faster than normally, before vanishing where it comes from.

"This is the first thing we will offer you Mr.Stephenson, an alternative fuel for you trains. It should be a good alternative to oel, since lets say ours is 100% biological and is harvestable. In exchange of that, we want trains and train routes on and between our wished locations and if we dont need more trains in the moment, each month you need to pay for the fuel with of course a slight discount." Anabella said, giving the train man time to wager his opinions.