[center][h2][color=gray][b]Vlado Nikolic[/b][/color]
Negotiations Actually Begin, For Real This Time[/h2]
[@Paradox Witch][/center]

Vlado shrugged, observing the short bald man passively as he spoke. After he was finished, a small smile spread on the large corpse's face, something that would look absolutely menacing if it weren't directed towards the legendary teacher of heroes. [color=gray]"You're a funny man Chiron, I think I would've liked to summon you. Well, I would've liked to summon you if I were an alcoholic. But that's besides the point."[/color] The familiar straightened up, refraining from leaning on the glass anymore as he looked down upon the Servant before him. His eyes darted to the inside of the bar, noting the lack of corpse anywhere nearby. Either it's been disposed of or they moved it, doesn't matter. It was a worthless old man, no enhancements made whatsoever. The only reason he had sent it over was because he had been trying to be friendly. Now he wasn't.

[color=gray]"My name is Vlado Nikolic, I'm a Master in this Holy Grail War, just like your Master Gin Yoshiyaki, the local boss of the yakuza."[/color] A small yawn escaped his lips, a completely voluntary action considering New Lifers didn't need to breathe. [color=gray]"I know the fire last night caused many many deaths, which is why I'm sure your Master wants to save as many lives as possible so as to keep his criminal activities funded or some such reason. I have no idea how Japanese crime works, nor do I care. I just know that the one hundred people of Fuyuki I have... borrowed over the past two days seemed very certain that the yakuza and Gin Yoshiyaki cared about them when I asked."[/color] After casually dropping that bombshell the corpse grinned, it's glassy eyes reflecting Chiron's face as he stared at the Archer of Debauchery before him. 

[color=gray]"Now to be clear, I am not trying to blackmail you. I've collected more than enough people to keep my little factory running, so I don't really need to borrow anymore civilians. I might borrow them if I want to, but I no longer need to. I just wanted to talk with your Master about where we are going to go from here. If he wants them returned or not, if he's willing to call a peace treaty as long as I stop borrowing people, that sort of thing you know? Wanted to be polite with the local crime man."[/color] Vlado's smirk was as smug as could be as he turned away from the Servant and looked back inside the bar. 

[color=gray]"But like I said, I'm here to talk with your Master. Not you. I don't like to use other people as messengers, the message can get muddied."[/color] His foot tapped the bottle of Bacardi thrown away, before kicking it further down the street like a bored child. [color=gray]"So unless your Master is inside, I will be back tonight to talk to him. Maybe I'll even come myself. Who knows, I have a busy day ahead of me."[/color] He recognized how rude he was being, how the Servant in front of him could kill him before he even had the idea to blink. But it didn't matter, it's not like he joined a war to make friends. As far as he was concerned, Chiron was just another corpse walking about for he and Frankenstein to tear apart and rebuild into something more useful.