[Herman heads towards the waterway!] * Herman does! It's such a lovely night at the zoo... or whatever. ( Hearing check! ) [Herman gets to the waterway.] * Herman looks around for a patch of grass or dirt. [There is soom! Woot. Right next to the map. "You are here," you know.] * Herman picks out some of the dirt farther away from the map because... cucumber. He shakes a seed out into his hand and plants it. [Agriculture roll!] [Ok, just kidding. :P] (I call magic! ;P) * Herman then pulls out a small pouch of black and red powder. He takes a pinch and sprinkles it over the dirt and seed, muttering in a guttural language as he stands, one hand still hovering over the dirt. The ground begins to rumble. [Herman hears a female voice behind him. "Interesting trick."] * Herman doesn't break in the chanting, though he does turn his gaze a bit to the side and back. [There's three women, actually! One is a semi-attractive black-haired woman in brown slacks, a red shirt and a grey jacket. The other two look like pop-idols: short, dark haired in pig-tails, pink halter tops and mini skirts, red elbow-length gloves and matching thigh-high boots.] [The black-haired one has glasses, by the way. Half-oval shaped ones.] * Herman shrugs slightly. He spits out something else in Anglo-Saxon, but it's probably got nothing to do with them, as the rumbling intensifies. The pipe is held loosely in his left hand. [She speaks again. "Why don't you stop that so we can talk?"] * Herman holds up a finger with his free hand, still over the ground. It's not the middle one. [She shakes her head (she being the glasses-wearing one). "No. Now, please." To emphasize her point, she pulls out a gun.] * Herman obliges, stopping. The rumbling stops, too, and the plant... well, the GM can decide. He turns fully, looking at the girls. "What's with all the heavily armed chicks these days?" [Roots spring from the ground, but that's as far as it gets.] ["I'll ask the questions. What's a magician doing in a zoo during closed hours?"] Growing cucumbers. ["For what purpose?"] So chicks like you can point guns at me. ["Really."] No. Really, it's demon bait. I actually don't like guns being pointed at me. [She blinks "Demons, you say?"] * Herman sighs. "Yes. Demons. Can I get back to it? You can watch." ["What are you planning to do with these demons?"] Send them home. It's part of the Funded Demon Relocation Project for a Better London. ["Send them home, huh? We seem to have conflicting interests, then. We're going to be taking them with us."] Yeah? What for? ["Classified."] Oh. Well, have fun. ["Yeah, fun." She taps her ear. "You getting this, Rachel?"] * Herman nods. "Yeah, figures all you heavily armed chicks know each other." (Do I even hear what Lukas is yelling?) ( Hearing check! ) [Herman hears nothing! However, the woman frowns suddenly. She grabs at Herman with her free hand. (unarmed -grabs)!] [She grabs Herman and swings around behind him, putting the gun to his head. "Don't try anything funny." Just then the others come into view.] * Herman grins, almost deliriously. "Funny? Me?"