Springlock Suit Blueprint Novels & Stories

I nodded at her in agreement. When I'd finished my sandwich, I stood up and shook my limbs out. Everleigh stood by my side holding a helmet that matched my clothes. I wore a sleek, black Sparco race suit accentuated with white details. The suit was custom-made for me, only one in the world, optimising protection and comfort with just a touch of style. My brother and sister worked hard on the design. Helios worked out the specs for the suit while Khione drew it and picked the colour scheme. It was a flattering design, capturing the shape of my body perfectly while also being number one for safety. One of my favourite birthday gifts.

There they exchanged their goods for the Tūkāriri Jungle’s pliant material. Back in the Northern Province, the village seamstresses would seal the wrists, neck, and ankles of the suit with sinew derived from the back muscle of the caribou. Because animal sinew shrunk when wet, it limited the amount of water entering and leaving the suit. A blue Slayer would get wet inside his suit but the water would be trapped and remain warm.

We walked in, and soon Blaine was there too. I bowed a little to the king and the queen and they both gave me a quick smile before they turned towards the big locker. The king opened the locker. "That is a good one, Styrodian heavy duty locker, practically unbreakable. Custom made and with four levels of security. Good. You have a padlock, too, but that will not be a problem, and then there is the number lock which is really-" I bit my tongue with a frown and quickly shut up when I realized I wasn't with my friends, and I was with the royal family. Shit. I wanted to shoot myself in the mouth.

“And don’t waste my time with recycled trends.” “Yes, sir. Right away.” A few minutes later, she returned with a rolling rack of carefully chosen pieces. I stood, brushing past her, eyes skimming the materials. Midnight blue. Deep burgundy. A charcoal suit with a subtle diamond weave. Obsidian silk with custom onyx buttons. I pulled a black jacket from the rack, ran my fingers along the seam. Then I stopped. The cut was off. The shoulders didn’t sit with dominance, they caved in slightly.

She opened up a drawer and pulled out this exquisite stainless steel and black enamel collar, with the matching bracelets to go with it. "These lock and can't be opened by the slave. The locking mechanism is internal, so it won't stand out like an external lock would. It won't rust, so it can be worn in the shower and has rounded edges so it can be worn for long periods of time without hurting her neck. If you push down on this piece right here," she pushed down and a ring which looked like a circle on the collar, popped out, "you have this ring to which you can attach leashes, or chains to her nipples or these bracelets which have a similar device. It's strong enough you could suspend her f

he said, not asking. I led him toward the charcoal and navy section first. It was a sharp, CEO-coded display. But my eyes kept drifting to deeper shades: midnight blue and charcoal with the faintest sheen. Things that would make his shoulders look lethal and his eyes burn. “This one.” I pulled a slim-fit suit, holding it against his chest without thinking. His hand closed over mine on the hanger. “You like dark on me?” My throat clicked. “It… suits your vibe.” A low sound rumbled in his chest. “Bold choice.”

He buttoned it up methodically, his long fingers moving with practiced ease. Next came a charcoal gray suit jacket, tailored to perfection. He slid his arms into the sleeves, adjusting the shoulders until it sat just right. The trousers followed, their pleats sharp and creases crisp. He fastened a black leather belt around his waist, adding a touch of formality to the ensemble.

And before you say I’m being closed-minded, I haven’t even told you what they look like. Blue jacquard brocade Italian bespoke, yeah, I wouldn’t know what that was if Zoe hadn’t explained it, suit jacket with copper embroidery on the collar and lapel and matching dress pants with a blue lurex, another term I wouldn’t know without Zoe, dress shirt, tie, and cummerbund with copper embroidery. It’s a damn snug fit. Even though it was all custom-made to fit us, Imma, the seamstress here in Nebrodi, didn’t give us much wiggle room in these suits. “I don’t see how you could have an issue with those suits. You two look so hot.” Zoe smiled as she tugged me down by the tie to fix it.

Then, I knew their visit would be inevitable and if proper measures were not taken, that visit would become a stay over. "War suits have been provided from each of you. Mistwood pack has more access to technology than any other pack did and these were made by Mistwood pack royal tailors. They would provide comfort during the fight." I finally got out of my head and returned to reality. "Everything's settled then." I stated, moving closer to pick up my own suit. "You should rest for the night or practice if you have to but do not be carried away, the enemy could be near. n

"Pick up. I know you're screening." A grunt on the other end. "I need a favor," Leo said quickly. "This doesn't violate the bet because I'm not asking for money. I'm asking for logistics." Silence. "I need a suit," Leo explained. "But not a nice one. I need a suit that looks like I bought it at a thrift store, but fits me perfectly. Polyester blend. Maybe a slightly frayed cuff. But tailored to within an inch of its life." Oryn’s deep, gravelly voice finally came through. "Why?"