#springhand

[okay-broski]

Naib - Springhand

Someone take my iPad away from me

[nururu]

They need to redesign naibs base model.... He's such a bald egg and in every one of his skins they change his appearance anyways... They should just update them all with the face he has for his dax skin tbh.....

[williamkisser]

yo bro pulled this card and immediately thought of you

do you want him?? take him off my hands bro,, PLEASE- the only one i genuinely want is my springhand

OH MEIN GOT!!!!!!!

[janitorbot]

“Who’s underage?!”

[askmercenary]

which of your costumes is your favorite?

"What costumes?"

[fetstrumpa]

springmole supremacy! springmole supremacy! sp

[qingxininfused]

Kin assigning you spring hand Naib idk I think it kinda fits

SPRINGHAND NAIB???????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? pls im a man of culture i use sharkbite /lh

[zebratimw]

Hastur stuff and wips I'm not finishing

YES Idv has taken over my life, and I am fervently grinding for pink Joseph because I want him so bad... he is PINK and he can match with my pink Norton, then all I have to do is wait for pink Naib and then all my mains can finally match in cute pinks....

[emwinters]

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[idvmercenary-remaking]

hi!! i hope you feel better soon ^^ not a rlly original question, but what are some of your favorite skins in idv?

thank u xavier i appreciate it.....my favorite s tiers are soul emissary and cheshire but i have a soft spot for naib's b tiers! i really like hound and cloak

[kurozuart]

sleepy nyanko

Naib Subedar - identity v

[nururu]

when I show up to prematch, since I bought one of the mansions, I get a maid who can serve ppl butter (she can serve other food too but nortons stingy and only brings butter) and she also can show people my room picture which is naib in his springhand skin backing that ass up sexual style, and my teammates always give me shit about it. I'm sorry but what else would u expect from Norton

[yanderes-galore]

Hmm... About COA Lore. I'll try to explain it as simple as I can :'D

It all started with Vera (as caged butterfly) who fell in love with a sailor (the speculation say it's Naib) but her feeling is unrequited, it's say that the sailor was dead, so Vera want to find a magic conch shell to 'revive' her beloved. The one who found the magic Shell is Leo (Pirate captain) and he fell in love with Vera. Leo give the shell to her, but Jack (stern mate) disliked it. So Leo and Jack are arguing about Leo being distracted from the pirate's real mission. To get Leo snapped to reality, Jack 'killed' Vera by drown her. Leo believe that Vera is dead, but actually Vera is still alive, but as other Vera's (Madam Coral) because of her magic shell that revive her. When vera finally realize everything, she needs to find that shell but it's already been used by herself without she even know. Back to Naib, unbecknown that Vera's sailor is still alive, but not really. Naib was 'revive' by the power of 'The evil eye' from Hastur, making him as 'Parasite' and 'Infected'. Also when the pirates finally find the treasure, they're also got infected by this 'Evil eye'. You can see EVERY coa skin has tentacles on them, because they're infected by it. Know that 'evil eye' can cause problem, the pirates hide it, but Jack found it and steal it. Making him also got infected much, and now he's transforming to be 'The Evil Eye Host' (COA2)

Now skip the time and let's go the the COA2 Lore, The snow steampunk city. This city is most likely got the power sources from 'powerful eye' aka 'The Evil Eye' and Jack is the one who had it. In here, out protag is Naib (and idk if he's the same as the wolf or not). Naib (Springhand) need to survive in this city to live, his dream is to become the soldier or colonel in the army. Later on, when Naib already in his teenage years (now Naib is in his 'Steam teen') he and his team (Servais, Helena, Vera, and Kurt) are going against Jack who want to dominate the city. You can say that all of them are lose, because they died from the cold and being ice, yes, the evil eye is the one who give the city 'warm power'. The 'Evil eye' is gone, but Joseph (Auctioneer) finds it. On the other hand, Aesop (Banker, he's the one who works in Jack's power sources) who knows that the city is now dead, he choose to go and find 'other job' (aka being 'Trickster', COA3)

Now skip time again and let's go to COA3 Lore, this Lore is about invention's museum. Joseph who found the 'Evil eye', gave it to Joker (Netherwalker) and Joker wants to use it as his greatest invention to rule the world. On the other hand, our protag, Tracy, is a new hired member to do the mission, steal the 'evil eye' from Joker. And yes, unfortunately, they're (Eli, Aesop,Kevin,Tracy, and Margareth) all died from the infection. Eli (surveyor) before he died, he send a message to Fiona (teleoperator) to help them, unfortunately everything is late. Fiona found the evil eyes, and she goes 'somewhere' with it. Now it's been many year, and it's a 'modern era' where Fiona gave the evil eye to Bane (Molten hound, COA4)

Now skip skip skip and let's go to COA4 Lore, the great race. In here, if you won the race, you will get the gift (aka being alive and doesn't have to repeat the race). There's 3 companies who fighting against each other. Btw, let's skip it again and let's say that Norton (Highway cavalier) saved Fiona (Reflective mirror) from Bane, and she's now with Norton and Mike (pumping tires), company. Demi (fueling agent) and Murro (repairman) are also with them. Also, at First, Norton doesn't care for anything except for winning but soon, his 'cold heart' melt and he doesn't care of he wins or not, as long as he's with his friends. 'Unfortunately', Norton finally won the race. And now, he can't do nothing except watching his friends died from being old (and yes, Norton now is 'immortal', that's the gift from winning the race) and idk who find the 'evil eye'.

Fyi If you want to know the next COA skin, just look at the B-tier in each COA essence. The next COA will have Victor and Luca as the Surv. For Hunter, it could be Galatea, Robbie, or Burke.

So yeah, that's COA Lore. It's all about the 'Evil eye' and its infection. I'm sorry if it's super long :'D

Leaving this here for future reference, thank you.

[d5anyhowup]

If... if Barber mostly communicated in song and whistle... not because he actually wanted to communicate anything but he just likes to make song. And Springhand recognises him that way that not even the osprey can sway him into believing that he is his counterpart.

Springhand goes on a small adventure and he meets a lot of Jack’s, each of them referring to themself under a different name.

“Like this?” Leaf whistles, a sharp trill that sends the birds to the air with fear.

“I could do better than just a trill.” Svengali puts a hand on his knee and leans in way too close than is appropriate.

“I can’t whistle.” Gold tentacle says, mournfully. “I hope that you’ll find him one day. Write to me when you do.”

Springhand goes on, and he gets lost in the mist one day. And out of the darkness, a low, quiet humming.

He’s home.

[qingxininfused]

i have fond memories of a ranked match against a badged bonbon that i barely scraped us a win for as merc while using the springhand skin.. im tempted to post it bc i DID record it,,,

[d5anyhowup]

In Springhand’s not so private opinion, time off between games were the worst of all. 

He knew the drill, of course. Necessary maintenance. Necessary downtime for hunters and survivors alike before they died from their injuries (as if people actually die in this thrice-cursed place). Downtime, regardless of if he liked it or not, anyway.

Some of them would visit the doctor’s clinic for medicine and treatment. Others would retreat to their rooms for quiet introspection behind locked doors (ill-advised, considering what kind of people they were who gathered here for nothing but common gain). Springhand knew for a fact that William would catnap in spots of sun when he had down time, dreaming of a simpler time.

Preferring to do none of the above, he took to wandering through the manor until it was either time for one of their daily meals, or until the announcement for their curfew comes on at night.

Staying on the move was better than staying still in one place—was better than wasting away in what listless lethargy that seems to seize the manor by force in these strange hours when no one was trying to kill anyone.

(He remembers what it was like to be one of the first people to arrive in this decrepit place, invitation clutched in hand as they gathered in the dusty hall, sizing each other up even as they introduced themselves as one of the players in Oletus’ game.

He remembers when his wounds took weeks if not months to heal, the days he spent feverish in bed wondering if each was going to be his last—

He remembers the day when they walked into Leo’s arms factory to find the old instruments of torture stripped clean away, replaced by tacky looking chairs placed sporadically around the map. Their hunter, Jack the Ripper, had left them to gawk at the new fixtures while he made a circuit around the map.

“Well, well.” He said, when he returned to find Naib pulling vigorously at the antenna of a fresh cipher machine. “A new era for us all, I suppose.” 

Hunters weren’t supposed to speak while a game was still in progress, but neither of them gave two fucks about rules at this very moment. 

“You don’t seem to be very pleased about it, if you don’t mind my saying so.” Jack said, tipping a sharp blade under Naib’s chin, forcing him to look away from his cipher. “May I ask why?”

“Oh, that.” Naib had said, as casually as he could manage in that very moment. “Sentiment, I suppose.”

Jack stood beside him, and said nothing.)

Today, his little adventure took him to the back of the manor through a winding set of corridors that wound through the hunters’ quarters. Keeping the light on his handheld torchlight low, the thick carpet beneath his feet swallowing any sound that he might make, Springhand made his way leisurely towards the hunters’ kitchen.

As usual, the only people manning the kitchen were the servants—little goblin characters that showed up to Oletus manor in droves after one too many complaints about laundry matters. Politely, Springhand knocked on the doorframe to the kitchen before entering, nodding to them as he did.

“Hello,” he said earnestly, keeping clear of the bubbling pots and pans and offering them a smile when they looked at him somewhat disapprovingly. “Sorry. Don’t mind me. I’m just passing through. Will be gone in a few seconds. Sorry.”

The windows in the hunters’ quarters overlooked a private garden, complete with a lovely garden swing and trees heavy with fruit. There was a full tea table set, even. He hadn’t been able to find a way into the garden the last few times he’d been here—other than this set of windows in the kitchen, anyway. What was it that people liked to say, the end justifies the means? Catching his tongue between his teeth, Springhand slotted his lock pick into the rusty lock of the window, and got to work immediately.

By the time he had cracked the window wide enough for him to fit through, the goblins were looking at him again. One caught his eye and then very slowly began to shake it’s head.

“Aha, don’t worry. I’ll close it behind me when I’m through. Just please don’t lock it, or I’ll be in a whole lot of hot water. Please and thank you.” Swinging one leg over the ledge, Springhand waved at them jauntily. “See you on the other side.”

The air was much sweeter outside, heavy with the scent of flowers in full bloom, the air abuzz with visiting bumblebees. Springhand pulled the window shut behind him, and made a beeline for the nearest fruiting tree. Interesting, then, how the survivors had easy access to various poisonous plants in their garden while the hunters only had fruit and flowers in theirs. Unfair, too, but. It wasn’t as if any of them had a say. 

Some of the fruit had fallen to the ground, rotting slowly in the Summer heat. Tilting his head back to look at the tree, Springhand squinted against the glaring sun. It wasn’t as if the hunters needed this many apples, he reasoned to himself. The branches looked like they were about to break from the weight. They wouldn’t notice if he took one. Or maybe two. It would be a pity, he thought, if he returned from this empty handed with nothing to show for it. At least, the sight of the garden and it’s trees were a welcome relief from the games, a reminder that something good still exists in this place. If he were quick about it, then—

Selecting a low hanging apple within easy reach, Springhand got on his tiptoes and tried to pull it free of its stem. The first try shook leaves into his face, Springhand spluttering when one got into his mouth. The apple resolutely refused to give even on the second try when he yanked harder. On the third—

“Boy.” A voice behind him had him spinning around, startled. “Are you scrumping?”