Foyle

Tossed aside by Henry's sudden, unexpected vigor, Foyle stumbled backwards crashing into the table and chairs. While the other two tussled, he struggled his way through a prison of jumbled, collapsed furniture to regain footing too late to be of any help. Morningstar had already done what was necessary. The strain of it showed on the younger man's face even as their host disintegrated before them both. "Be careful," he caution, still hoarse from having his wind knocked out. "The worm might still survive him, just as it did previous possessions." Grabbing a nearby lantern, he shone it

"I don't suppose you're a tailor," added the scout, carefully setting his cup back in its saucer as if his mere touch might break either one. "Never had much time for trades myself." Walking over to better examine the garment, Foyle fished out a knife from beneath his own borrowed jacket and began poking and prodding the red garment like it had been peeled off a plague victim. Watching his bushy white eyebrows rise and fall as he trailed suspicions through his explorations was borderline amusing. Maybe he'd watched too many episodes of CSI, back in the day, and felt a need to be overly dra

Listening silently, Foyle's expression darkened at Morningstar's description of the sudden turn of events in the streets of Glyndebourne, but he held back his questions 'til the end. "Could be an area quest," he posited, as much to assuage his own concerns as his companion's. "The don't necessary require acceptance. If it was somehow overlaid on the town, just emerging from the portal would trigger it." Thanking Henry as the shopkeep handed him a steaming cup of tea, the fine china looked very out of place in the older man's rough, calloused hands. "Thank you," Foyle offered sin

"We do," replied the elder, "and he was, last I heard from him, but it may be some time before we can contact each other again." Glancing casually behind him and out the shop's few windows, he stood to block any potential line of sight to Morningstar while appearing to be browsing wares - just in case someone outside peered in at an inopportune moment. "What happened here? We got a coded warning message requesting immediate assistance, but very few details. Fortunately, I was already nearby doing some scouting." Smiling pleasantly at the shopkeep, Foyle smiled jovially. "Of cou

"Oh, um... hello there," Foyle replied, fumbling about as if age had taken its toll on his agility. Wisps of white hair sprang out from beneath his hat at odd angles, giving him a wild sort of look that might have seemed feral in his younger days. Now it just looked plain old sad, and he knew it. "Did... did I leave my coat in here," he asked, his voice croaking with confusion. It felt as though he was asking himself as much as the shopkeeper. "No, I've afraid not. You weren't in here earlier," came a kindly, jovial response. Henry had more than a few aging relatives requiring regul

A frantic coded message from Freyd had already sent O&I agents across multiple floors into a flurry of activity, each one preparing to coordinate a response. Someone or something had just threatened their leader in a manner serious enough for him to send out a warning. Aus and Sykes would already be martialing a strike team, but his role was rapid response and recovery. The old warrior was in Glyndebourne and swapping out his clothing for more floor-setting-specific garb within minutes, nabbing a few unattended items and wandering through agitated crowds while bearing his best befuddled

Profile Username: Foyle Real name: Akira Miyamoto Age: 65 Country: Japan Gender: Male Height: 5'-10" Background: Though not completely oblivious to the nuances and practicalities of technology, his skills had certainly waned in the leadup to retirement. Two more years and he could finally pull the plug. His granddaughter told him it would be "fun". That was all Akira knew before she'd thrust a headset over his eyes, toggled various devices and inputs, then flipped the switch that would alter his fate in a manner he never could have expected. 3D movies were nothing