[center][color=gray][h2][b]Vlado Nikolic[/b][/h2][/color]
[h2]What?[/h2]
[@Cu Chulainn][@Paradox Witch][@EnterTheHero][/center]

Vlado opened his eyes, his brow scrunching in confusion as he attempted to figure out what just happened. The bartender seemed absolutely panicked, trying to get the New Lifer to drink something before everything simply went black. There was no warning, no attack, the connection was simply cut. A minute passed as Vlado rubbed his temples with the palm of his hands, smearing dried blood all over his face as his expression began to cloud. [color=gray]"What the fuck?"[/color] He muttered to himself, a curse escaping his mouth despite his best efforts. Another minute passed, Vlado slowly realizing that either the Servant had simply disintegrated him for simply not being inebriated, or the bar itself rejected the existence of anything not inebriated. Considering the Servant had posted flyers all over town, he didn't think the Servant had attacked him. But this could just be a very clever trap devised by the teacher of the most legendary Greek heroes to ever exist. Heracles, Achilles, Medus, Perseus, Jason, this man slash horse had taught the bravest and most fierce heroes to ever be known throughout the world. But none of them were known for cowardly sneak attacks. Well, Jason was a bit of a coward in his opinion. But that was besides the point. No, it must be some property of the bar itself, perhaps a Noble Phantasm that can't be turned off by Chiron. [color=gray]"Gah! I'm getting nowhere sitting around and just thinking about this! Doctor! I need another New Lifer, the old one disintegrated!"[/color] There was a clear hint of frustration in his voice as he got up from his chair, pushing past several stationary civilians/servants as he went to find Frankenstein. 

As he opened the front door of the house he was staying in at the moment, Vlado passed by Franziska standing guard with her new siblings, always ready to defend him from enemies. He stopped and let out a deep sigh, turning to the first born of Frankenstein with the most pleasant smile he could muster at the moment. [color=gray]"Hello Fran! It is wonderful to see you enjoying life as always! I need you to pick up something from the docks posthaste, your new new siblings have arrived!"[/color] He ran a hand through his hair as he talked, a habit he had developed in his youth whenever he was particularly frustrated. Feeling something in his fingers always helped, so he tended to run his fingers through his long flowing hair. He did not wait for a response as he turned away, letting out a quick [color=gray]"Thank you for your hard work!"[/color] as he walked towards the doctor's workshop/storage area. It was a bright new day, full of opportunities! Including the opportunity to gain two new command seals, but that was something Vlado was willing to wait on. They had the manpower sure, but Vlado was the patient type. He wouldn't move until he was absolutely sure every domino was perfectly in place. 

He soon arrived at the warehouse, admiring the large doors for but a moment before laying his hands on the handles. Vlado pushed the large doors open, a hasty yet efficient construction job done by both the New Lifers and the many "Igors" that Vlado had been procuring over the past few days. The inside could only be described as a factory of horror, corpses strewn about the tables as New Lifers and Igors worked on prepping them for Victor. Vlado too was apart of this process, working alongside the Caster most of the time unless like today, he had a separate agenda. His eyes landed on Victor, who was hard at work on his latest project, Vlado did not bother saying anything to him so as not to disturb the scientist at work. [color=gray]"Let's see, let's see... Ah, perfect!"[/color] He grabbed the lifeless body muttered a quick aria, hopping on a table as he began his prep for the new familiar. 

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The next corpse that approached Chiron's Bar looked significantly less full of life, and much more deadly. Not deadly to any Servant of course, not unless there were ten of them all ganging up on the Servant at once. And even then, it would have to be one of the weaker Servants. This New Lifer was tall, about 185 centimeters of pure dead Japanese muscle, shaved bald to add to the intimidation factor. To add to all of this, the corpse was covered in scars, shown off by the lack of shirt and further distinguished by the slightly grey tone of it's skin. The walking corpse also looked to be very angry, but that was just how his face looked at all times really. In reality Vlado was more annoyed than anything, hopefully he could get the other corpse back. As he approached the bar, he finally noticed the sign that warned him of the dangers of the bar. His scowl deepened as he knocked on the door of the bar, stepping back and waiting for someone to answer. Whenever someone did, Vlado would begin speaking. [color=gray]"I'm here to talk to the Master and Servant running the local crime organization. I believe they are called yakuza."[/color]