Footmen Wearing Special Uniforms Novels & Stories

The building’s door opened as the 4WD stopped and a group of people descended the stairs, crossing to the car. They wore the same black uniforms as the soldiers, but over them disposable scrubs, and on their hands blue gloves. The two soldiers got out of the 4WD and greeted them, leading them to the rear of the vehicle. They opened the door, one soldier pointing a gun at Niarthen, who bared his teeth at them in a snarl. “Interesting,” a man in scrubs observed. “Let Isaiah know what we have here. We haven’t had a Mer since the last one died. They’re very difficult to come by. Bring him inside.”

Observing them one by one, I took a glimpse of their faces illuminated by the light of a single chandelier hanging from the ceiling. I also catch a sight of our uniforms — the boys wear plain, cotton trousers, all of which are colored white. A black long sleeved shirt is playfully hanging over their trousers and covered with a discrete plum vest. A long tie hangs in the middle of their often un-buttoned jacket and is oddly painted with the dark side of lavender.

I couldn't help it, and she gave a small smile. "I know that." She nodded. "Boots." I squatted and took her legs, placing them on top of my thighs, as I assisted her in wearing them. Once we were done dressing up, I took her hand in mine, and we made our way out. The entire hallway was busy with other fully dressed officials. Some looked unsure, others looked emboldened. I looked at the Fae King who had a full armour on. Unlike us, the Faes fought in their human forms, so it was only wise to be as protected as they could be.

I just finished my lunch, and as I place the tray on the bedside table there’s a knock at the door. I open it to find a box placed in front of my door. There’s no note or instructions, so guess they think I’m seasoned enough to not need it. I take the box inside, place it on the bed and open it to find a full lycra spandex bodysuit with my codename printed on the back. The traditional uniform of The Tournament. Every competitor is required to wear these. We are completely covered from head to toe, concealing our identities from spectators. The only part of us that is visible are our eyes, and that’s only so we can see what we’re doing.

A⁠nd I am buried. The heavy⁠ steel door slid open with a scree‍c‍h of metal on metal. Two guards stepp​ed in. They weren't wearing standard unif​orms. They wore tac⁠tical ge⁠ar,​ their faces o​bscured by visors. "Stand up, Ameri⁠can,‍" on⁠e of⁠ them barke⁠d. Lorenzo stood slowly, wincing as his rib‍s prot‍ested.

Suddenly, as she was pacing around, her eyes were fixed on her feet. Although there was also a lot of dust under his feet, there seemed to be something wrong with some places. Thinking of this, Yvonne squatted down. Seeing this, the scarred man could not help but try his best to persuade her. "Madam, there should be nothing wrong with these footprints, right?" "These were all stepped on by us when we came in." Yvonne did not answer. She raised her head and looked at everyone's feet. Except for the scarred man, who was wearing a golden armor, most of the others were wearing the same straw shoes.

Each solder looked like the lost bloodline of a demon species, which Jinta always calls giants. Their lofty appearances towered over everything that stood in the village square, with swords, spear, bow and arrow, ten times any weapon the strongest warrior in the whole three kingdoms could bear. They were well equipped and looked dangerous even from the light of the moon. Like the taskmaster, they wore the same blue uniform with red cuff and stripes strolling its side. Their gauntlet and armor were tattered. It was worn out from days of ridding none stop under the wheel of harsh weather.

But it was not this that caught my attention and froze me. It was the fact that all four of his team members were wearing the uniform of the civil servants! I walked towards them to get a closer look and my breath hitched. I know this uniform!! It's the secret force uniform!! As far as I know secret force is something very big! You can't just walk around wearing something like this!! I took a step back from them and whipped my head around to meet Isaac's eyes. Guilt was clearly shown in them which made everything clear to me.

What could have made her so stuck on me? Forty-five was flabbergasted when I came out of my room in uniform. He wore shorts and a t-shirt, with rough-woven sandals. “Dude… Pit night means you dress down! Don’t you have a dress-down uniform?” “I… uh…” “No, he doesn’t. Make sure he gets one.” I turned to see a big guy in a blue shirt looming over us. I’m tall… he’s a giant. Forty-five snapped to attention so fast, I thought he’d crack in half. “Sir, yes, sir!” he snapped out. “I’ll take care of it.”

Whispers unfurled like smoke. “Look she’s in mufti… Not uniform?” “Giving a human a rare privilege? Partiality.” “She’s not even pretending to follow the rules anymore.” I wasn’t in the standard red-and-white uniform. I was in war paint. Tight red skirt. Black top. Combat boots. A smirk lacquered in gloss. Untouchable. Even Abegail and her venom-laced Barbie clique couldn’t mask their scowls. Lips curled like they'd just bitten into lemons.