Before I start this chapter, can I ask one thing?
Can you guys comment on the chapter before making your suggestions?
I mean, it gets really grating when you get done with a chapter, upload and then get a bunch of reviews with people telling you about what they would like and for all intents and purposes, essentially ignoring the chapter you spent a lot of time and energy on. It's part of the reason why I'm starting to get burned out on this story.
Also, please do recognize that you're sending me suggestions. Note that I might not have played the same games, or watched the same movies and episodes as you did. And if you do the above, I would feel even less inclined.
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Without further ado, here's the chapter I've been working on for the past two weeks.
"Lincoln, are you sure about this?" Rita Loud asked as everyone got settled in one afternoon to partake in what was now an official family past time. Of course, Lisa wanted to deny that, yet soon enough, couldn't find any more strength to protest.
"Yeah, I'm good, mom. As long as I don't see any of that… stuff, I should be fine." Lincoln said as he took his seat.
Luan opened her mouth, only for Lynn Jr to stuff a sock in it. Gagging on the sudden cloth, she glared at her little sister, only for the rest to glare right back at her. Lori herself put a finger to her lips, shushing her aspiring comedian sister.
"Well, that's great, Lincoln! Now we can actually stop having to turn the volume down every time we want - GAH!" Lynn Sr shouted in pain as Rita smacked him on the back of the head.
"Hahaha!" Lily giggled in Lincoln's lap.
"Well," Everyone turned to look at Lisa. "If the 'hilarious family hijinks are over, I would like to observe this next dimension in relative peace if you please."
Everyone quieted down as Lisa punched in a few more keys.
With that, the screen turned on, shifting to a new scene.
Next to the open window was a pot that was filled with flowers. Some of the flowers were solidly blue, five petals surrounding the middle, with the two upper slightly overlapping with each other and the bottom petal being a little bigger than the others. The others were like little bushes with their leaves being pink flowers that almost resembled beating hearts.
"Aww, what pretty flowers!" Leni cooed, while Lori stared at them confusingly.
"Wait, those are Pansies and Hydrangea. I knows that means something in flower language, but I can't remember what they meant." Lori rubbed her chin as she pondered out loud.
"FLOWERS HAVE THEIR OWN LANGUAGE?! You mean they could talk?" Leni gasped, reacting as if Lori had told her about the secrets of the universe.
"No, they don't, Leni!" Lola said with an air of ex. "It just means that flowers arranged in a certain way makes a message."
"Do you know what it means then?" Lana asked.
Lola sullenly stayed quiet.
"You know, I always did wonder why roses are supposed to be the most romantic flower there is…" Lynn Sr wondered out loud.
"I remember wanting a good explanation for that after you got them away from me…" Rita Loud groused.
"Actually, Pansies is supposed to represent loving thoughts, while Hydrangeas are supposed to represent perseverance and the hope that the recipient will be able to triumph over their ailment." Lucy explained. Everyone looked at the Goth in awe.
"Lucy, I didn't know you knew flower language!" Lincoln said.
Lucy nodded. "Of course. How else would we create appropriate funeral wreaths?"
Luan whistled. "Boy, all that learning must have been… KILLER on your brain, huh? Get it?"
The groans that resulted confirmed it.
Nearby, a little blond girl was laying on a hospital bed with the head of it raised, staring at what laid outside of the window. The door opened and a nurse peeked in. The girl turned her head, showing her face.
The groans immediately stopped as everyone stared.
"Oh my god." Luna breathed, with no one bothering to correct her for her language.
"Come on, Lily. Maybe this isn't appropriate for you." Rita Loud said as she picked up Lily and walked out of the room.
Eight year old Lily looked thin, almost unhealthily so. Her eyes still glimmered with energy, yet a closer look showed that they looked a little dull. All things considered, she looked like the poster girl of every commercial that implored their viewers to help the sick people.
"Lily, your brother is here. Do you want to see him?"
Lily Loud turned her head to look at the clock and smiled seeing the time. Right on schedule, as usual. "Yes please."
"Lisa, what do you think is wrong with her?" Lincoln couldn't help asking, everyone turning their heads to Lisa's direction. The four year old genius studied the image with a serious eye before shaking her head.
"I'm not sure. The symptoms are something that I haven't seen before. And judging from the condition that Lily is in, I say that whatever disease that she had, she's had it for a long time."
"You think something happened to you in this reality?" Lynn Sr asked, looking a bit disturbed by the image of one of his daughters suffering such a sickness.
"I can only presume so, or even that this disease is new ground even for me. After all, though I may be a genius, even I will admit to having limits to my intelligence."
Everyone turned back to the screen to continue watching, Lincoln watching more intently.
As the nurse looked back, Lily couldn't help but notice the look that the nurse had on her face as she talked to her brother. It almost reminded her of how her sisters used to sigh when they heard about 'he-who-should-not-be-named.' Lily frowned.
The nurse, while very pretty, was still way too old for her brother. Sure, he was going to be 18 soon (and she ignored the pit in her stomach about that event) but there was still limits. No to mention there was a name for women like her. What was it...Liger?
Everyone looked at Lincoln, who looked around. No one dared to say the thing.
"...You know, it's kinda weird to think of someone as old as mom thinking of you as hot, even if you're older." Leni commented.
"LENI!"
It didn't matter as the idle thoughts disappeared from her mind like dew against the morning sun, as an older version of Lincoln popped his head.
"Hey...how's my favorite sister?"
Lily's smile turned into an innocent smirk. "Am I really? I'm pretty sure you told Lola that the last time everyone visited."
Lincoln looked faux insulted as he got a nearby chair, pulled it close to Lily's bedside, and sat on it.
"What? Who was the liar that told you that?"
"You did!" Lily responded.
"I certainly did not!"
"You did! You did!" Lily said, her body clearly wanting to bounce up and down on the bed, yet unable to. "Admit it! You tell everyone they're your favorite!"
Lincoln exaggeratedly crossed his arms and looked away. "THE NERVE! I do not!"
Lily grinned. "Yes, you do!"
"No, I don't!"
"Yes, you do!"
"No, I don't"
"Yes, you do!"
"No, I don't!"
"Yes, you do!"
"No, I don't!"
"No, you don't!"
"Yes, I do!"
"No, you don't!"
"Yes, I do!"
"No, you don't!"
"You listen here! I do tell everyone they're my favorite, and I'll be darned if you say otherwise. So there!"
Luan chuckled. "Ha, what a classic, the old switch-a-roo."
Lynn Jr looked confused. "Does that even work?"
Luan slid closer to her sporty sister and patted her on the shoulder. "Sure it does, though it only does with rubes."
"What's a rube?" Lynn Jr asked.
"You are."Luan replied with a smirk.
"YOU TAKE THAT BACK! AND YOU'RE A RUBE!"
"You're the rube."
"YOU ARE!"
"You are."
"YOU ARE!"
"You are."
"YOU ARE!"
"You are."
"YOU ARE!"
"You aren't."
"YOU AREN- Wait, what?"
Luan snapped her fingers and clicked her tongue. "Oh well, maybe next time." She said before going back to watch the screen.
Lynn Jr looked around. "Seriously, what just happened?"
With that, Lincoln turned away again, jokingly puffing out his chest in triumph. Lily giggled as she watch her brother. Soon enough, Lincoln blinked as he seemed to realize something.
"Wait a minute…"
Lily couldn't contain herself anymore, her giggles erupting into straight laughter while Lincoln looked shocked.
"Y-You tricked me!"
Soon, Lily's subsided back into giggles, weakly wiping her tears from her eyes. "You still love me anyway."
Lincoln smiled back. "Yeah."
The two hugged, Lincoln leaning over the bed.
"You're all precious to me."
"...My word, that was so incredibly sweet, I need to barf." Lucy said as she stood up and walked out of the room and towards the bathroom. Closing the door behind her, everyone could hear the sound of retching. After a few moments, Lucy came back.
"Okay, I'm good."
Luna smiled as she bumped Lincoln on the soldier. "Good to see that you're still positive."
Lynn Sr nodded. "Probably got it from your mother."
Lola grimaced. "If I'm in that situation, just put me out of my misery."
He leaned back, breaking the hug. "So how are you doing, Lily? You seem to be a little happier than usual."
Lily hummed happily. "You mean besides you getting to visit today? Well… We got a new chef a while back."
Lincoln rubbed his chin at that news. "So would you say that their cooking is better or worse than dad?"
The eight year old thought for a moment. "Pretty good. Though I would like Dad's home cooking a little bit more."
Lincoln grinned. "Well, I'm sure Dad would like to hear that a lot…"
Lynn Sr stared at the screen, before he broke out into sobs. Lori got up and escorted her father out of the room, leaving the rest of the siblings sitting there. Finally, Lisa sighed as she adjusted her glasses.
"Well, that's already four of our family already gone and possibly not coming back. So should we go ahead and call it off for today?"
Before everyone else responded, Lincoln spoke up. "I want to continue. There has to be a reason why this universe is important besides Lily getting sick of something."
Luan shrugged. "I don't know, Lincoln. Maybe that is the only thing that is important about this universe."
Lisa rubbed her chin. "There are probably some universes that escaped my algorithms. This might just be one of them."
"Well, you guys can go ahead and check on everyone else. I'm gonna say here and see if there's anything that changes." Lincoln replied, sitting down in front of the screen.
The rest of the sisters looked at each other. Then Leni and Luan got up and walked out of the room, followed by Lana. Luna, Lynn Jr, Lucy, Lola, and Lisa remained.
"You sure you guys want to stay here?" Lincoln asked.
"Well, someone got to make sure that you're okay if this reality has...you know." Lynn Jr remarked, with the rest of her sisters agreeing.
"Well, let's see what else this reality has." Lisa commented as she unpaused the stream.
The white haired eighteen year old trailed off as he looked towards the door. Lily wasn't sure why her brother stopped, but soon heard it. There was a bit of furious whispering outside her door.
"Lincoln, what's that?" Lily asked.
Lincoln held up a finger as he got up. "Give me a moment, Lily."
It was then that Lily noticed something on her brother's hand. "Lincoln, what's that on your hand?"
"Huh?"
Without waiting, Lily grabbed hold of her brother's hand and inspected the back of it. There, practically standing out against Lincoln's pale skin, was a strange looking red colored symbol. It reminded Lily of a shield, with the design making it look like it was divided into three sections.
"This?" Lincoln asked, looking at the mark on his hand. "Oh, was kinda bored in class. Decided to doodle on my hand with marker."
Lily frowned. Lincoln was hiding something. Her eyes may be starting to fail a bit, but she was confident that she saw them glowing.
"She wasn't kidding, was she?" Lincoln commented. "Those marks really did look like they were glowing."
"Magic must exist in this world." Lucy speculated. "Perhaps those markings are proof of a contract that you hold with a greater power."
Lola raised an eyebrow. "Doesn't those kind of deals usually end badly for the mortal that made the deal?"
Luna shivered. "Don't say that, Lola. You'll jinx it. We already got a sick Lily here, we don't need the image of Lincoln selling his soul for her health."
Lincoln quickly got out of his chair and stuck his head out the door, talking with whoever was making that commotion out there. Whatever he said, the noise quieted. After a few more moments of conversation that Lincoln had with someone, he came back inside and sat down on the chair.
"Okay…" Lincoln paused for a moment as he collected his thoughts. Lily patiently waited, either for the explanation on what was happening out there or the real story behind Lincoln's new tattoo.
"Well, I might have accidentally signed us up to host an exchange student from England."
Everyone looked at each other with disbelief.
"How do you do that?" Lincoln asked rhetorically.
Lily stared at Lincoln incredulously. "How do you do that?"
Lincoln helplessly shrugged. "I don't know. Maybe I filled something out by accident and mom and dad might have accidentally approved it. Look, the point is that the guy arrived yesterday, and we couldn't exactly leave him in the lurch, you know? He doesn't have enough money to rent out an apartment or a hotel room for his whole stay here, and since I moved out of my closet, we figured he could live there…"
Lily continued staring at him, still partially suspicious of his story. "How are you not in trouble?"
Lincoln shrugged, looking absolutely relieved about that fact and just as confused. "Well, Henry did come from England, and you know how Dad and everyone else is around people from England."
Everyone then turned to look at Luna.
"...What?! You really think I would overlook some suspicious looking bloke just because he has a british accent and prefers bangers and mash?! Give me some credit, mates!"
"True." Lily nodded, her limited life experiences still reminding her of how...obsessive her dad could be. "So his name is Henry?"
"He wants to meet you. Insists on knowing everyone from his host family. You want to?"
Lily looked down, unsure what to think of that fact. "Well...if he wants to. Though you can go ahead and tell him to cut things short if he doesn't find me interesting."
"Nonsense!" Lincoln gave a brief chuckle of disbelief. "From what I seen, he finds everyone interesting, and not just because he believes he has to be nice to everyone. So cheer up. Besides, if I'm honest, he's not the one that I'm worried about."
Lily looked at him weirdly. "Lincoln, give me a bit of credit. I was a baby when he-who-will-not-be-named first came to tutor you. I think I can control myself in front of 'Henry.'"
"No offense, Lily." Lincoln rubbed the back of his head. "But there is a reason why I can now say Hugh's name in front of every one of your sisters still in the house and not get squeals, and why I'm pretty sure that it will be the same thing when everyone else comes to visit for the holidays."
Lincoln whistled. "I'm actually kind of curious now. Henry's that good looking that you guys can actually forget Hugh? I actually want to see this guy now."
The rest of the sisters gasped.
"AS IF WE CAN FORGET HUGH!" Lynn Jr said, slapping Lincoln on the arm, leaving a red hand mark on his skin.
"As if we can forget his glorious Gluteus Maximus…" Lisa sighed.
"BRING THIS 'HENRY' ALONG! I DOUBT HE CAN HOLD A CANDLE TO HUGH'S BUTT!" Lola shouted.
"...Didn't we forget that Lily is still sick in this reality?" Lucy asked.
"Oh…" Lincoln grimaced, summing up the feeling in the room.
"It's okay. I'm not going to go crazy for this 'Henry', okay?"
Lincoln looked unconvinced.
"I'm not!" Lily protested.
Lincoln continued staring for a few moments, before he sighed. "Well, I really hope I'm not making a mistake here.
He got up and walked over to the door. Opening it, he stuck his head outside and talked to who she could assume was 'Henry'. "Alright, come on in."
Lincoln held the door open for 'Henry'. And someone walked in…
"...Oh my." Lucy whispered, summing up the feelings the rest of her sisters were feeling.
"Wow." Lincoln said.
It was like a prince had just walked out of one of her story books. He looked young, probably in his late teens to his early twenties. His blonde hair was neatly combed with not a hair out of place and his grey eyes radiated warmth and intelligence behind a pair of glasses. He was dressed in clothes that looked to be such good tailoring that even her big sister Leni would ask for their card, with black and grey suit jacket and slacks, black boots with what looked to be gold buttons on them, black gloves on his hands, and a black and white handkerchief with a red jewel embedded in the middle.
"He's...perfect." Lola whispered.
"Truly, a wondrous specimen." Lisa agreed, wiping her glasses just to make sure that she got to witness the man's full glory.
"Dahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh…" Lynn Jr practically drooled.
Luna and Lucy were completely silent.
Lincoln looked at his sisters and groaned.
It took Lily a few moments to realize that she had been staring and both Lincoln and Henry looked a little concerned.
"Pardon me, Miss. Lily." Lily tried her best to not squeal at the sound of Henry's voice. "My name is Henry Holmes. It is a pleasure to meet you."
Lily nodded, holding out her hand to shake hands. "Y-Y-Y-Yeah, it's great to meet you too, Henry."
Henry stared at the hand for a brief moment, before removing his glove and took her hand, holding it with the delicateness one would treat a precious jewel.
"Please, Miss Lily. The pleasure is all mine."
Lily restrained the grimace that was threatening to appear on her lips. 'Please don't…'
Henry already brushed his lips on one of her knuckles, the same way that she had seen many a gentleman had done on TV. As soon as Henry let go of her hand, Lily brought her hand to her mouth. She looked down at the very knuckle that Henry's lips had touched, two thoughts practically dominating her brain.
"OH NO, HE'S HOT!" Luna screamed, a blush dominating her face as she hid it in her hands.
"What's her problem?" Lincoln asked, only for everyone to glare at him.
"...What? Seriously, Luna, what's wrong?" The white haired boy asked her anglophile of a sister, only for Luna to turn her head.
"N-Nothing. I-I'm fine, Lincoln." Luna said, hoping her brother would buy the excuse.
"Luna, are you bleeding from your nose?" Lucy asked.
'I'm never washing this hand again. Also, HA! I actually got a kiss! TAKE THAT!'
"Miss Lily?"
The sound of Henry's voice snapped Lily out of her thoughts. "Yes, Henry?"
"If my actions have bothered you, I would like to apologize for my vulgarity." He said, getting a chair and sitting down on it, his head slightly bowing.
The eight year old girl shook her head. "No no no! I'm not bothered, not at all. No no no!"
Lincoln then spoke up. "Yeah… So Lily, Henry will be staying with us for maybe… three weeks?"
"Possibly a month." Henry replied idly, checking on the grocery bag that Lily just noticed he had. Realizing that the gentleman's attention was off her, Lily took the opportunity to fix her hair as best she could. Lincoln gave her a look and Lily stuck out her tongue before pulling it back as Henry looked up from her bag.
"So Henry, what's in the bag?" Lily asked, feeling both pleased that Henry brought her a present and curiosity of what it could be.
"Ah, I wished to bring you a gift to convey my hopes and prayers for the curing of your ailment. Since M-Lincoln told me that he already bought you flowers that convey that message, I had to think of another way to do so uniquely. Thankfully, the internet showed me a way to do so. Quite the marvelous invention the internet is, would you agree?"
"That's a weird thing to say." Lincoln noted.
"What do you mean?" Lucy asked. "Are you saying that Henry should not have brought a present?"
"What?" Lincoln exclaimed, looking at Lucy absolutely confused. "No, I mean that whole comment about the internet. That's a little weird to talk about, right?"
"Well…" Lisa adjusted her glasses. "The internet indeed is a wonderful invention, allowing us to store and share information across the world. Shame that the majority of people do not recognize this and simply use it for tomfoolery."
She sighed as she stared affectionately at the screen. "Unlike Henry…"
Lincoln groaned. "THAT'S NOT WHAT I MEAN!"
"Yeah, Henry, it sure is!" Lily chirped. "So what is it?"
"Well, in Japan, there's a custom to peel the skin off apples and feed slices to the sick and infirm." Henry explained. Whatever else that Henry said became background noise, Lily mindlessly nodding whenever something important looked like it was being said, just focusing solely on Henry's face.
"Huh, Japan actually has something like that?" Lincoln commented.
"You know, that's very sweet of Henry." Lynn Jr swooned.
"Yeah, that Lily is very lucky…" Lola lightly complained.
"Guys… Lily is sick here." Lincoln reminded the rest of his sisters, who froze.
"Oh...That's messed up." Luna said.
"Yeah…" Lola grimaced.
'Henry's going to feed me? Truly, I am thankful for today.'
Henry looked a bit sheepish, gently looking away. "I...admit that I might have been a little excessive in my purchases, but I didn't want to run the risk of not getting your preference."
Lily looked confused. "What do you mean by that?"
"Well," Henry checked the bag again before bringing each apple. "I have Paula Red, Ginger Gold, Gala, McIntosh, Jonamac, Golden Delicious, Honeycrisp, Empire, Jonathan, Cortland, Red Delicious, Jonagold, Fuji, Ida Red, Rome, and Braeburn."
"...How many kinds of apple are there?" Lynn Jr asked rhetorically.
"I believe about 7500 varieties. 2500 grown here in the United States." Lisa recited.
"...Woah."
By the end, the end table that had her pot of flowers on it had apples on every last square inch on it.
Lily blinked at the amount of apples that Henry bought. She didn't even know that there was that many kinds of apples. She looked up and saw how Henry looked a little embarrassed at his excess. She also saw the same expression on Lincoln as he looked away.
Suddenly, something clicked for her.
"Wait, you both couldn't decide on what to get?" Lily asked, a playful smirk appearing on her lips.
Henry and Lincoln said nothing.
"Wow, we're both dorks." Lincoln chuckled.
"Frankly, it makes him more irresistible." Lucy admitted, the rest of the sisters vocally agreeing.
"Eh, I figure whatever we didn't eat, I'll take back to everyone else. We could use some more fruit in our diet." Lincoln glibly replied.
Lily looked at the two, before grinning. "Hey, Henry. You said that you read that the Japanese did this? Wasn't there an apple called a Fuji one? Let's eat that one!"
The blond gentleman nodded. Looking through the various apples, he picked one up before removing his gloves and setting them to the side. It was then that Lily realized that something was missing.
"Umm, did either of you bring a peeler or something, because if you're planning to just use your fingernails, I'm going to say no."
"Do not worry, Miss Lily." Henry assured her, reaching inside his coat to pull out a rather large knife. "I have come prepared."
Lincoln and Lily blinked.
"Was that where you were keeping that?" Lincoln asked.
Henry looked confused. "Yes?"
"Next time, just… you know."
Henry looked at his knife, before realizing something about the situation. "Oh, right. I'll think about that next time. Also, Miss Lily, I feel the need to tell you this but this will be my first attempt doing this, so if the finished product is unsatisfactory, I wish to apologize in advance."
"Oh, Henry. I'm still happy either way you're doing this." Lily smiled, her eyelashes fluttering a little bit.
"Oh, brother…" Lincoln shook his head.
Henry ignored all of this, turning his full attention to the Fuji apple. Putting the blade to the skin, the gentleman began to cut the skin off. Like a sculptor chipping patiently away at a block of marble, Henry worked diligently until a perfectly peeled apple sat in his hands.
"Wow…" Lily whispered, entranced by Henry's efforts.
"Not bad for your first time." Lincoln commented.
"...Okay, not bad? TRY PERFECT! I don't think I see a inch of stray skin on that apple anywhere! AND THAT'S WAS IN ONE CONTINUOUS PEEL!" Lincoln exclaimed.
"Clearly, Henry is a modest guy." Lola responded.
"COME ON!"
Henry cut a wedge for Lily and held it out for her. As the little girl took it and ate it, the gentleman held out a wedge for Lincoln too. Lincoln chewed on the slice, before realizing that Henry hadn't cut a wedge out for himself. A silent conversation played out between them before Henry cut out a piece for himself and ate it without any real appetite.
"Henry, so what do you think of Royal Woods?" Lily asked, hoping to hear something positive.
Henry sat back as he pondered his answer. "I will admit, there isn't as much people as my native London. But I will say that it does have its charm."
"SERIOUSLY?! You guys saw how weird it is! I mean, this me 'accidentally' signs up for a foreign exchange program, has a tattoo on his hand that glows, and this Henry talks about the INTERNET like an actual thing of wonder and can peel an apple perfectly despite it being 'his first time! DO ANY OF YOU SEE SOMETHING WRONG WITH THIS PICTURE?!" Lincoln ranted, his stare daring them to say something.
"...Not really." Lynn Jr admitted.
"It is somewhat odd, but that doesn't really mean anything." Lisa said, getting vocal approval from the rest of the sisters.
Lincoln loudly groaned before getting up and tying on the control panel.
"Lincoln, what are you doing?!" Lisa exclaimed.
"There's something fishy in this reality, and it's between me and Henry, and we're not getting to the bottom of it if we're sitting here all day!" Lincoln said before fast forwarding the stream, getting complaints from the rest of his sisters.
The scene shifted to another place…
"Come on, Lincoln!" Rita Loud, looking a little older, called at the stairs. "The Love Boat is coming on."
As everyone else settled into the living room, Lynn Loud Sr came into the room, looking worriedly at the newspaper.
"Hey, Lana. You found anything wrong with the house?"
Lana looked at her dad quizzically. "Not anything that couldn't be fixed up with a little duct tape. Why?"
Lynn Sr sighed before showing the headline on the newspaper.
'LOCAL FAMILY COMATOSE! Sweetwater Family Comatose from Gas Leaks!'
"S-Sweetwater?! How's Lindsey?!" Lola shouted, concern for her rival's well-being.
Lynn Sr took a second look at the newspaper, before sadly shaking his head. Lola blinked before sitting back down. Lana immediately moved next to her twin and patted her on the back, completely silent.
"Lindsey…" Lola gasped in horror. Sure, they had a fierce rivalry, but she wouldn't wish that kind of fate on her…
Meanwhile, everyone else turned to face Lisa, who shook her head.
"Gas leaks don't do that...Unless they were practically huffing in the fumes, and I doubt that Lola would take her rivalry with an idiot seriously…"
"Okay, dudes. Now I'm a little freaked. This is like Men in Black stuff…" Luna admitted.
"Mom, Dad! Me and Henry are going to sleep over at Clyde's house!" Lincoln called out as he and Henry came down the stairs, holding a backpack in hand. Everyone that was in the living room looked up, a little surprised.
"Lincoln, why? It's a school night!" Rita said as she got up from the couch and came over, staring Lincoln straight in the eye.
Suddenly, Lincoln did...something and stared into his mother's eyes, and Rita stood still, her stare now blank.
"...What did I just do?" Lincoln asked as he watched that happen.
"Honey?" Lynn Sr asked, before seemingly falling silent as his wife once he met Lincoln's eyes.
"L-Lincoln, what's going on?" Lisa said as she and the twins started backing away nervously.
"Don't worry…" Lincoln said as he fixed his stare on them. "Just relax."
Just like their parents, Lisa, Lola, and Lana blankly stared. There was still one sister that was missing, and Lincoln was sure she had seen everything. But he wasn't worried.
"LET ME GO!"
As sneaky as Lucy could be, she was no match for Henry's senses.
"Holy…" Luna exclaimed as everyone else could only watch in muted horror.
"Miss Lucy, please try to relax." Henry said in the most gentle tone he could muster as he manhandled Lucy back into the living room. Lincoln walked up to her, frowning deeply as he saw Lucy lean back from him, the only thing she could do in Henry's ironclad grip.
"L-Lincoln, what do you do to them? What's going on?"
"Don't worry, Lucy." Lincoln said as he brushed Lucy's bangs away, revealing her eyes. One moment later, and Lucy's eyes were just as blank as everyone else's.
Henry set Lucy down with the rest of her family. All of them faced Lincoln. Lincoln thought for a moment before speaking again.
"Me and Henry are in our rooms during the night, and we do not like being disturbed. If you see us coming into the house during the morning, then we went for a walk in the morning. Understand?"
"Lincoln, did you just hypnotize us?" Luna asked.
"I think…" Lincoln weakly responded, trying to understand what just happened.
"No way...You didn't have a watch swinging back and forth with us." Lynn Jr interjected.
"Where did you even learn that?" Lisa shook her head. "It's not like you could have picked it up from a book or something…"
With wordless nods, the rest of the family went back to what they were doing. As Lincoln exited the door, he turned to Henry. "Henry, can you check to make sure?"
Henry nodded as Lincoln closed the door behind him and started walking down the sidewalk. A few moments passed before Henry reappeared beside Lincoln as if he had been filled back into the world by some gold sparkles.
"The hypothesis is a success, Master."
Everyone blinked.
Lynn Jr spoke up. "Okay, better question. Who, or what, is Henry?"
"A ghost." Lucy spoke with conviction. "A ghost from Britain."
"Wait, can ghosts even travel that far from their place of origin?" Lincoln asked.
Lucy shrugged. "Considering this world and its rules, I wouldn't be surprised."
Lincoln nodded as the two continued walking down the sidewalk.
"Hey, Henry?" Lincoln asked as the two walked near an abandoned gas station. The two carelessly stepped on a sign that proclaimed that the building was once Flip's Food and Fuel.
"Yes, Master?" Henry said as he disappeared, only to reappear behind the door. The gentleman removed the lock, letting Lincoln through.
"Why did you choose Holmes as a last name?" Lincoln questioned as they entered what used to be Flip's office, the furniture abandoned and dusty. The white haired teen didn't mind as he put his backpack on it.
"Well," Henry looked to be in thought, remembered fonder days. "Since you insisted that I have an alias, I had to think about that. I suppose I wanted to honor my friend."
"...Wait." Lincoln looked up from his set up laptop. "Are you saying you knew Sherlock Holmes?"
"He knew Sherlock Holmes?" Lincoln exclaimed.
"You mean like the Detective?" Lynn Jr asked.
"It appears the ghost theory you have might be correct, Lucy." Lisa congratulated the goth.
"Wait, isn't he fake?" Lola asked.
"Well, we have ghosts in this world, so maybe Sherlock Holmes existed there…" Luna explained.
Henry nodded. "He was as brilliant as the legends describe. It was a pleasure to see him work, even if I was exposed to the crimes perpetrated by that man…"
"You mean James Mor-"
"Do not say his name, master." Henry shushed Lincoln. "...Call it habit, but Sherlock had went as far as requesting Doyle to minimize that man's presence in the stories, lest he gain more influence."
"Huh." Lincoln said idly as he turned back to the booting laptop. "The more you know."
Silence reigned over the room before Henry spoke up.
"You are nervous, aren't you, master?"
Lincoln leaned back in the chair as he rubbed his face. "I guess… I'm just realizing that this is real. That magic is real, and I'm in a seven way battle royal to get a wish granting magic artifact to use on my little sister. I mean, I could practically die at any minute. I could get sniped by Archer, run over by Rider, cut up by Saber, skewered by Lancer, get turned by a newt by Caster. Heck, Assassin could be standing right behind me right now."
"...So that's your solution." Lisa said quietly as everyone absorbed that information. "Sure, let me enter into a DEATH TOURNAMENT FOR A MAGIC WISH!"
"Wait, why does Lincoln even need to die?" Lynn Jr pointed out.
"The contract…" Lucy realized. "It must be the contract between Lincoln and Henry that keeps Henry materialized in the real world. If Lincoln dies…"
The implication went unsaid.
"...This just got heavier." Luna commented.
"By the way," Lola remembered something. "Why did Lincoln call them by those names? I mean, Saber, Archer? What's up with that?"
"Perhaps their designations for this ritual." Lucy guess.
Lynn Jr looked at Lucy with a confused look. "How does this count as a ritual?"
Lucy's answer was swift. "The artifact is here. The ritual here is to determine who is the worthiest to claim said wish."
Henry grimaced. "Please don't joke like that, Master."
"Sorry...Sorry." Lincoln apologized as he rubbed his face one more time. "Nerves are getting to me. Okay, I'm ready. You got the places that we should check out?"
"Yes, Master." Henry bowed.
Lincoln nodded. "Alright, go get them, Berserker."
"Berserker?" Lola asked.
"An ancient Norse warrior that fought in a wild frenzy, usually without any armor." Lisa recited.
Lynn Jr looked closely at Henry. "Weird, he doesn't look like he's from Norway, or look like he's going to rage out any time soon."
As Berserker started to leave, he paused for a moment. "Master, a word before I go?"
Lincoln remained silent before slightly inclining his head.
"Master, do remember that you have a responsibility to your family to return to them not only physically safe, but as the man that they know you as. I know that this war will demand much of you, but you cannot change who you are. Remember why you fight and hold onto that reason as much as you can. I cannot… I will not play a part in another downfall."
"...Duly noted, Berserker."
"...That frankly chills me to the core." Lucy admitted.
With that, Berserker vanished from sight. Lincoln leaned back in his chair.
"So that what the priest meant when he said I would summon the most compatible servant I could."
"Wait, the church is in on this, too?" Luna reacted.
"What did I mean by 'most compatible?" Lincoln asked.
An invisible and intangible Berserker rushed through the streets, going faster than any car that was still on the road. Scenery flashed by him, a blur that was still recognizable to him. His senses were concentrated all around as he strained them to listen for signs of battle.
"...How fast is he moving? That isn't human!" Luna gasped, the rest of the group agreeing.
Lucy raised an eyebrow, though no one saw the motion. "Do you think that a spirit is beholden to the limitations of mortals?"
Finally, around an abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of Royal Woods, Berserker heard the sounds of battle. Sneaking over, he peered inside, making sure to hide himself in case any other servants happened to be watching. There, he saw it, and his grip on the doorway would have crumpled it up a little.
Two Servants, their presence marking them for the glorious Heroic Spirits they were, were engaged in pitched battle. One was a handsome dark haired man that wielded a red long spear and a golden short spear simultaneously. The spears became blurs in his hands, red and yellow colored death as the man thrust and slashed at his opponent.
"...Who's the black haired hunk?" Lola asked.
The rest of the sisters couldn't respond.
"Oh brother…" Lincoln trailed off.
His opponent was a pink haired woman dressed in a red coat and a tricorn hat that looked like British military garb from the 18th century with a large scar on her face that admittedly did little to mar her beauty. Berserker also managed to ignore how the woman's coat had exposed an almost vulgar amount of her… bountiful chest.
"LINCOLN!"
"GAH!"
She continuously fired her two guns, and kicked an empty wooden crate at the man who was clearly Lancer. Lancer did not lose momentum, charging at the woman who was clear the Archer of the war while spinning his red spear, deflecting the bullets away, before swatting the crate away with his yellow spear. Archer dodged at the last second, the man embedding the red spear into the ground, only to grit her teeth as the man lashed out with the yellow spear, slashing her hand and forcing her to drop one of her flintlock pistols.
All that had taken place in the blink of an eye.
"...Wait, what just happened? I blinked and the woman got cut by the guy's yellow spear!" Lincoln exclaimed.
"Hang on, I'm going to try to slow the last scene down." Lisa said as she typed a command on the panel.
As the kids watched the last scene slow-moed down, their jaws dropped.
"How fast are they going if even in slow-mo, they look like they're moving normally?!" Lynn asked in disbelief.
Berserker forced himself to swallow his envy. He was a servant, and his master needed information, and he was communicating with him right now.
'Berserker, do you see anything?'
Berserker absentmindedly nodded. 'Yes, I found two servants fighting each other at an abandoned warehouse at the outskirts of town.'
'Okay, great, don't need to worry about collateral. Okay, what about the servants fighting? Anything stand out about them?'
Henry watched as Archer tried fending off Lancer with one flintlock pistol, carefully looking for anything interesting. Finally, Lancer turned his face to Berserker, allowing the blond gentleman to get a good look at the man's face and what looked to be inscriptions. Berserker instantly zeroed in on one detail.
'Master, Lancer is a dark haired man who wields two spears and has a beauty spot on his face. He looks like he might be Irish.'
'...The Celtic mythology has a lot of famous spearmen, right?'
'I believe so, master.'
Everyone looked at Luna.
"What?"
'Right, hang on… Famous celtic spearmen with two spears and a beauty spot. Searching… Got something. We might be dealing with Diarmuid Ua Duibhne, did I pronounce that right?'
'As much as you could have, Master. And Diarmuid Ua Duibhne, Diarmuid of the Love Spot, son of Donn, foster son of Aengus Og, first warrior of the Knights of Fianna.'
"Why is he called 'Diarmuid of the Love Spot?' I mean, it's a nice name, but why?" Lola asked, briefly coming out of her state of love-sickness.
Lincoln spotted Lori's phone, sitting there. He looked to the sides, before picking it up, unlocking it, and searching for information on the Spearman.
"According to Wikipedia, Diarmuid had an enchanted beauty spot on his face that compelled women to love him. It even landed him in his most famous tale, when his Lord's latest bride, Grainne, magically compelled him to run away with her."
The sisters looked at each other.
"...You don't think that magic beauty spot works through a screen and dimensions, right?" Lola worriedly asked.
Everyone paused for a moment to ponder that.
"You got to admit, dudes." Luna spoke up. "Even without the magic mole, Diarmuid is fine…"
"...Frankly, while I am caught off guard by Diarmuid, I still think Henry is the finer man." Lisa confessed.
"Okay, all of you can zip it." Lincoln said with the most authority he could muster in his voice. "You guys get crazy enough already with… 'He-who-will-not-be-named', we don't need a war over who's newest crush is the hottest."
"LINCOLN, WHO DO YOU THINK IS BETTER?!" Everyone decided to ask him.
"ZIP IT!"
"You know, if one of the other spirits is a hero from mythology, then what is Henry from?" Lucy asked.
Everyone thought about it for a bit.
"Well, he knew the real Sherlock, so he must have come from London around the ending of the 19th century." Lincoln pointed out, with everyone else agreeing.
"Wait," Lynn Jr had a thought. "If we're talking about heroes from mythology, doesn't that mean someone like Hercules can be summoned?"
Everyone immediately imagined a greek giant with bulging muscles picking Lincoln up and driving him into the ground like a nail face first.
"Thank you for that image, Lynn…" Lincoln sarcastically said.
'...We can't let him near any of my sisters.'
'Noted. I should also mention that Archer had been injured by one of Lancer's spears, and it seems that her injury seems to be hampering her performance.'
'Gae Buidhe, Yellow Rose of Mortality, can inflict wounds that cannot be healed naturally or with magecraft. That sounds nasty, and something that we definitely don't want anywhere near him.'
Everyone shivered.
"That's really nasty." Luna grimaced.
Lincoln shivered. "And if he gets a chance, he'll try to use it on me!"
Berserker nodded, before noticing Archer muttering to herself.
"ALRIGHT!" Archer said in the most boisterous voice that she could. "LET'S GET SERIOUS THEN, LANCER!"
With that, she aimed her single flintlock at Diarmuid, only for four other things to start manifesting behind her. Archer smirked as her flintlock pistol was joined by four cannons floating in the air. And they were all pointed at Diarmuid.
"Well, whatever retorts about this universe I've had, have now truly died." Lisa sighed. "We are truly dealing with magic."
"Don't die too quickly now." Archer taunted.
"Of course." Diarmuid replied, settling into a runner's stance. "I cannot die here. I haven't helped my master achieve his goal yet."
Archer cocked an eyebrow before shrugging. "A loyal dog, aren't you? Well, I suppose it doesn't matter now… FIRE!"
Like the shot of a starter's pistol, Diarmuid sprung forward, hoping to skewer Archer before she could fire a shot. His vision was suddenly filled with the cannonball about to connect with his face. With inhuman reaction and grace, Diarmuid dodged the first one then sidestepped the second. The Irish Spearman stopped his charge and ran to the side using the nearby crates as cover, Archer following Diarmuid's movement and bombarding him with gunfire and cannonfire.
Berserker managed to get out of the way before a cannonball smashed through the section of wall he was hiding behind.
Lincoln rubbed his chin. "Okay, even if this warehouse is way out of the town, shouldn't there be someone near the area who's concerned about all the gunfire?"
Lucy hmm'ed. "I'm sure that people are already dealing with it."
Lola looked at the goth quizzically. "Really, who?"
"The same people that would claim that 'Gas Leaks' can cause someone to become comatose."
While Lola paled, Luna stared at her. "Wait, are you having a conspiracy theory about this world, Lucy?"
Lucy shrugged. "How much do we really know about this world?"
'Alright, Berserker, get out now. We got plenty of info.'
Berserker mentally confirmed that order and was about to move out. Suddenly, a cannonball flew towards a nearby pile of crates. A blonde haired man dove out of the pile, scants seconds before the cannonball reduced the pile to splinters.
The man picked himself off the ground, snarling at the warehouse as he wiped the dust off his finely made clothes. As the man did so, Berserker noticed something on his hand. Sneaking a bit closer and focusing on it, Berserker saw it.
Three red marks on the man's right hand. Command seals that screamed out that the man was a Master.
"Wait, they call them 'Command seals?' That sounds kind of ominous." Lincoln reacted.
"Must be something built in the contract." Lucy speculated. "In case the spirit contracted doesn't wish to follow the master's wishes."
"Dude, the way it's designed, it looks like there's three sections. Is that basically saying they only have three?" Luna scratched her head.
Lincoln shook his head. "Why does it feel like everything in this reality wants to try to kill me?"
"Curse you, Lancer!" The man snarled as he did his best to sneak to another area. "Keep Archer's attacks away from me!"
'Master! Lancer's Master is here!'
'...Really?'
'Yes, he has the command seals on his hand, and he had cursed Lancer's name.'
'...I see.'
'Master, what do you wish to do?'
'...Take him down, Berserker.'
"...Lincoln, that's cold." Lisa admitted.
'Yes, Master.'
Berserker followed the man, until the two stopped at another pile of crates. As the man hid behind the pile, Berserker climbed up and peered down at the enemy master. Looking back at the warehouse, Berserker mentally calculated how long it would take for Lancer to come after him when he killed his master.
Berserker frowned when his calculations didn't come up the way he liked. With the speed that Lancer demonstrated in his fight with Archer, he could easily break away and be on top of him immediately. Given Lancer's clear experience in battle, it would be long before he would be grievously wounded or even slain. And while he would do Archer and her master a favor by killing Lancer's master, it was doubtful that they would come to his aid.
Which all meant that he would have to rely on… 'him' for the moment.
Berserker reached inside his vest and pulled out a vial with a liquid inside. He took a moment to observe the elixir that rested inside. Here, in his hands, was his downfall and his claim to Heroic Spirit status.
Lincoln's eyes widened. If Diarmuid's spears were part of his legend, then there was only one British legend that came around the time of Sherlock Holmes that had a elixir as his most famous weapon…
"Hold on," Lisa said as she got up and typed a few things on the control panel. "He has something on his mind. Let me…"
A image of Lily and his master popped up in his head, both healthy and happy with the rest of their family.
That image squashed his hesitation as he opened the vial.
'For the sake of their smiles, I will become that I despise.'
NOBLE PHANTASM ACTIVATE - DANGEROUS GAME
With that, Berserker drank the elixir. Immediately, something started happening to Berserker as he hunched over.
Berserker threw off his shirt and coat, revealing black fur was rapidly growing there. His fingernails grew sharp and deadly. His teeth became sharper, like a horrid beast of nightmare.
His eyes, once grey pupils, opened themselves to reveal the slit of a beast.
Everyone's jaw dropped.
"Holy sh-" Luna stopped herself in time.
Berserker roared, the transformation complete as he materialized above Lancer's master. Lancer's master gasped as the monster revealed itself. Berserker gave one look, before leaping at the man, claws and fangs directed towards him.
Lancer's master didn't have the chance to scream.
Everyone turned and looked away from the carnage.
Just as Diarmuid drew back Gae Buidhe for another strike at Archer, he shuddered, throwing off his balance for a split second. That was enough for Archer, as she booted Diarmuid in the chest, pushing him back and making him drop Gae Buidhe. Archer stomped on the spear as hard as she could, smirking as the legendary spear splintered under her foot.
She tested her hand and smirked a bit harder as her hand flexed more easily. "Alright, now we have a fight."
"MASTER!"
Diarmuid completely ignored Archer and sprinted out of the building, leaving the woman blinking. She huffed, frowning deeply as she put her hand on her hip. "Sheesh, just when it was starting to get interesting…"
Suddenly, her master's voice came through to her.
'Rider, return back.'
"Yeah, yeah." With that, the newly identified Rider vanished into golden motes.
"Oh no…" Lola whispered in horror.
"What, so Archer is Rider? How is that bad? She uses guns, isn't that good enough information?" Lynn Jr asked.
"That's not all she can do!" Lola groaned, before changing her voice to match the woman's. "Oh, you think all I can do is shoot these guns? Well, how about I SUMMON MY ENTIRE SHIP?!"
Outside the warehouse, Diarmuid came outside to a horrid sight. A large black figure obscured the body of Diarmuid's master, but all the red liquid around assured anyone who was watching that the man was dead. The figure noticed Diarmuid standing behind him.
The figure turned around, revealing himself to look like a stereotypical werewolf, standing upright on two hind legs as his maw, matted with blood, emitted a low growl. The figure also wore a part of familiar pants. Diarmuid took this all in, before looking at his hand.
"So...Henry's a werewolf?" Lisa blinked.
Lucy sighed. "I would have preferred vampire."
There, the outer edges of his hands were slowly fading away. Making a fist, Diarmuid faced Berserker. With a flourish, Gae Dearg was in his hands, the Lancer shifting into a combat stance.
"Forgive me, master. I have failed you." He sadly intoned, before looking up at Berserker with determination. "But allow me to bring you this MONSTER'S HEAD!"
Berserker roared a challenge, the sound echoing in Lincoln's head as he waited for the result of the fight.
'...Go get them, Hyde.'
"...Wait, Hyde? As in Mr. Hyde? As in the 'The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde?" Luna asked.
Lynn Jr. thought for a moment before she remembered that name. "Wait, you mean that story where this good scientist guy drinks a potion and becomes evil guy? That's Henry?"
Lynn Jr thought about it some more. "Wait, how is he a hero?"
Lisa rubbed her chin. "If I remember the novella correctly, the only real heroic thing I remember Jekyll doing is promising that he will take care of Hyde permanently. Though I doubt that's enough to make him a hero."
"GUYS! Lincoln's not here!" Lola shouted, looking around.
Everyone realized that Lincoln at one point had left the room. Everyone immediately exited, with Lucy going over to Lincoln's room. She came to a stop and knocked on it.
"Lincoln?"
"..."
"Can I come in?"
Lincoln silently opened the door and sat back on his bed, simply staring at the carpet. The rest of the sisters saw this and immediately ran over. Lucy held up a hand to stop them. The rest of the sisters looked upset, but backed off. Lucy closed the door then sat next to him.
"Are you alright?"
Lincoln shrugged.
"Alright as I can be, knowing that I have the greatest compatibility with a guy that made a serum that turns him into a murderer. I mean, I know I'm no angel, and I can be a handful, but…" Lincoln sighed.
"You're right. You're no saint, but you are a good person." Lucy said as she hugged Lincoln. "There are times that you are careless, times you're selfish, but there are also times when you show that you care about people, and where you would do your best… Lincoln, did you see why Jekyll wanted to fight for Lily?"
Lincoln still stared at the carpet, yet Lucy somehow knew that he was listening.
"He wanted Lily to get well. He was willing to use his dark power to do good. Frankly, I think both of them and you can be misguided at times. However, no one said that misguided is evil, do you understand me?"
Lincoln sighed one last time, before hugging Lucy back.
"Yeah."
Author's Notes:
Boy, no wonder the other alternate universe compilation fics try not to make a solid continuity, it gets hard to keep everything straight. On the other hand, it would feel weird if those experiences don't stay with them and the people don't act like they are affected by it.
If you're wondering where I got this setting, it is the Fate franchise. Just type in the names of majority of mythological and historical figure, and the Fate series probably made them into a cute girl or something.
Also, in case you guys want more information on the Servants used in this chapter, I went ahead and got some information from the wiki. Also keep in mind that each power level is times ten base humans. So E is 10 while A is 50.
There's also an EX rank, but that is to show that the rating cannot be numerically quantified.
Servant: Berserker
True Name: Dr. Henry Jekyll/Mr. Edward Hyde
Alignment: Lawful Good (Jekyll) / Chaotic Evil (Hyde)
Other Qualified Classes: Assassin
Parameters
Strength: C (Jekyll) / B+ (Hyde)
Endurance: C (Jekyll) / B+ (Hyde)
Agility: C (Jekyll) / B+ (Hyde)
Mana: E (Jekyll) / D+ (Hyde)
Luck: E (Jekyll) / D+ (Hyde)
Noble Phantasm: C
Class Skills
Mad Enhancement: N/A (Jekyll) / B (Hyde) - raises basic parameters and strengthens one's physical abilities in exchange of hindering mental capacities and/or in exchange for their sense of reason.
Because of the nature of Jekyll's legend, only Hyde is affected by Mad Enhancement.
Personal Skills
Powerless Shell: A (Jekyll) - Makes the user difficult to perceive as a Servant, declining one's parameters and suppresses one's Skills.
While his mind and body are in the form of Jekyll, it suppresses his Personal Skills, reduces all parameters, and his presence is no longer recognizable or perceivable as a Servant. Conversely, the dangerousness of Jekyll that has his Personal Skills invoked is on the level of a Magical Beast and his parameters explosively skyrocket as if a recoil.
This skill is comparable to the Assassin's class skill Presence Concealment.
Monstrous Strength: B (Hyde) - temporarily grants a rank-up to one's Strength parameter for a time limit determined by the ranking of this Skill. This Skill is borne from the holder's nature as a monster.
This skill can only be manifested with Hyde.
Self-Modification: A (Hyde) - the aptitude to remold one's own body or merge one's own flesh with body parts of others. The higher the ranking in this Skill, the further away one is from being a proper hero.
The cumulative effects of this and the Mad Enhancement skill will transform Hyde into a beast that hardly resembles a human. It would also grant a powerful regenerative ability that could allow Hyde to endure the combined might of four servants.
This skill can only be manifested with Hyde.
Voice of Panic: A (Hyde) - a mental attack that weakens the hearts of those who hears it.
This skill can only be manifested with Hyde.
Noble Phantasms
Dangerous Game - Anti Unit - C+ - An elixir (miracle drug) that allows for the transformation of Jekyll into Hyde, the second personality inside the former's body that claimed so many victims in his life. It can also be used to revert the transformation, transforming Hyde back into Jekyll. The elixir was refined through pharmacy and alchemy as well as from an accidental result similar to degradation done over several years. It is an elixir that is impossible to reproduce with modern science, technology and magic.
Under the Berserker class, this Noble Phantasm greatly increases his stamina, as well as his strength and speed. He gains several skills that make him suitable for close quarters combat, most noticeably, a skill that he calls "Restructuring", which grants him a highly potent recovery ability, making him confident in that he can recover from being hit by even a Noble Phantasm.
Servant: Lancer
True Name: Diarmuid ua Duibhne, Diarmuid of the Love Spot
Alignment: Lawful Neutral
Other Qualified Classes: Saber, Rider
Parameters
Strength: B
Endurance: C
Agility: A+
Mana: D
Luck: E
Noble Phantasm: B
Class Skills
Magic Resistance: B - Grants protection against Magical effects, simply canceling the spells upon contact.
With Lancer's level, he can cancel spells that have three chants or below. Even if targeted by High-Thaumaturgy and Greater Rituals, it is difficult for them to be affected.
Personal Skills
Eye of the Mind (True) - B - A heightened capacity for observation, refined through training, discipline and experience. A danger-avoidance ability that utilizes the intelligence collected up to the current time as the basis in order to predict the opponent's activity and change the current situation. This is not a result of talent, but an overwhelming amount of combat experience. A weapon wielded by none other than a mortal, gained through tenacious training. So long there is even a 1% chance of a comeback, this ability greatly improves the chances of winning.
Love Spot - C - A spell (curse) inherent of one's facial features which is cast as soon as the target looks at the user's face; a Mystic Face. Enchants those of the user's opposite sex with magical energy.
It is because of this curse that he is known as 'Diarmuid of the Love Spot'. A woman who confronts Diarmuid gains a strong love affection for him.
Noble Phantasms
Gae Dearg: Crimson Rose of Exorcism - Anti Unit - B - A demonic scarlet spear two meter long that renders magical enhancements and projections useless by severing all ties with magical energy. For example, armor that is materialized with magic will be pierced through without resistance, and weaponry that had been enchanted will have its enchantments eroded away. The spear is not suitable for defensive usage because its effects only last while the tip of Gáe Dearg is in contact with the object, and it allows the object to function as normal after the spear is lifted away.
Unlike most other Noble Phantasms, the abilities of the spear are passive in nature. It does not require its name to be called upon in order to be utilized, allowing it to instantly affect whatever it strikes.
Gae Buidhe: Golden Rose of Mortality - Anti Unit - B - A cursed spear 1.4 meters long that inflicts wounds that cannot be healed naturally or with magecraft. The spear lowers the opponent's maximum health limit, thus limiting healing and regeneration abilities to the point where the opponent received the injury. In a way, the body believes that the body is in 100% condition when it isn't. The effect cannot be normally dispelled, and canceling the curse requires the destruction of the spear or the death of its owner.
Unlike most other Noble Phantasms, the abilities of the spear are passive in nature. It does not require its name to be called upon in order to be utilized, allowing it to instantly affect whatever it strikes.
Servant: Rider
True Name: Francis Drake
Alignment: Chaotic Evil
Parameters:
Strength: D
Endurance: C
Agility: B
Mana: E
Luck: EX
Noble Phantasm: A+
Class Skills
Magic Resistance: D - Grants protection against Magical effects, simply canceling the spells upon contact.
Cancels Single-Action spells. Magic Resistance of the same degree of an amulet that rejects magical energy.
Riding: B - Denotes the ability to ride mounts and vehicles.
If limited to ships, the riding skill will improve by one rank for Drake.
Personal Skills
Voyager of the Storm - A+ - The talent to sail vessels recognized as ships. Because the ability as a group leader is also necessary, this unique Skill also has the effects of both Charisma and Military Tactics.
Pioneer of the Stars - EX - An unique Skill given to heroes that became turning points in human history. All difficult voyages and challenges which are considered "impossible" turn into "events that can be realized".
Francis Drake was the first to captain a expedition around the world and survive the journey. Then she defeated and broke the power of the Spanish Armada, the military strength that was the pride of 'the Kingdom on which the sun will never set on'. Truly, recognition worthy of the 'one who conquered the seas.'
Noble Phantasm
Golden Wild Hunt: The Night of the Golden Hind and the Storm - Anti Army - A+ - An expanding ghost fleet of countless ships lead by her command during her lifetime. It is a symbol of her everyday life and it contains attributes of the anecdotes of the fire ships that defeated the Spanish Armada and the anecdotes of the "Night of the Storm" that is transmitted throughout Europe.
With the lead ship and her other Noble Phantasm, Golden Hind, acting as the core, it expands countless small crafts and exterminates the enemy with overwhelming firepower. Although it is an Anti-Army Noble Phantasm that has a high rank, it possesses an unusual special characteristic where its power fluctuates according to the amount of wealth Drake possesses at the time she is using this Noble Phantasm.