#kit hunter

[dreams-of-the-arcana]

Chapter 6! We get to follow along with @theroyalmage ‘s Kit Hunter in this one! It’s a little short but all leading up to good things!

Story ft. Asra Alnazar, Nadia Satrinava, Portia Devorak, Julian Devorak, Lucio Morgasson, Muriel of the Kokhuri, Andi, Cleo Rosehyn, Godiva “Goldie” Köhler, (TheRoyalMage’s) Emrys Trevellyn/Satrinava, Kit Hunter, @heartofnopal ‘s Quetzalli

Catch up here:

It’s finally here!!! Chapter five!!! It’s always when I’m excited about writing something when my health goes back downhill 😅 but I’m fine!

Bound By Ash and Smoke: An Arcana AU

Chapter Five: A Key

To say that Kit Hunter had an interesting past would be a gross understatement. In his relatively short life, Kit had managed to experience more than most citizens of Vesuvia did in their entire lifetime. Not that he was prone to say, bragging or anything.

So when he found himself in the elevator of the capitol building on his way to help his secret agent brother uncover a plot that threatened the Prime Minister by using his extensive illegal skills, let’s just say he wasn’t too surprised. He shifted the motorcycle helmet to perch on his hip as he double checked that he’d brought all his gear. Once he was satisfied, he checked his hair in the reflective surface of the doors. As they opened he prepared to throw some witty line out at whoever he met first but just as his mouth opened... his voice failed at the sight in front of him.

The outer office was clean and stylish which was boring but over in one corner color seemed to explode. Plants, candy dishes, Knick-knacks, and photos spread all over the reception desk but it was the woman sitting behind it all that rendered him speechless.

A gorgeous fiery looking redhead smiled up at him with a mischievous sparkle in her eye. Kit felt like his heart wanted to jump out of his chest. A striped red headband kept her wild hair back but some still fell in front of her face but didn’t block the beautiful blue eyes looking directly at Kit.

Oh.

Looking... directly...

Panic shot through him and Kit tried to laugh as he leaned against the desk. He tried again for something witty or smooth, unfortunately it didn’t come easily.

“Hi, Uh, what in the Arcana is a girl like you doing in a place like this?”

If the world could have opened up and swallowed him, he wouldn’t complain.

The woman just laughed though and leaned closer to him.

“Well, someone has to provide the chaos around here.”

Kit felt like a cartoon character who’s eyes popped out as hearts.

“You must be here for Agent Trevellyn, he’s right through that door. Unless you need someone to show you the way?”

She teased as she pointed to the door only a few steps away. Kit smiled and gave an exaggerated sigh.

“It looks like such a long harrowing journey but no, I must be strong. I must go on!” The woman laughed again and he would have gladly sat there all day listening to her.

Emrys had other plans though.

Little had either of the two noticed, the door had opened and Emrys was staring his brother down. Kit felt his gaze and turned to see Emrys raise his brow just slightly.

“Hey, br- Agent. I’m here to solve the case!”

Emrys shook his head but had a small smile as he gestured for Kit to come look at the door.

Kit bounced over with a small wave back to the woman at the desk.

As soon as he sat down in front of the door, it was all business. He ran his fingers over every inch of the door looking for even the smallest sign of tampering but found none.

“Is that a Magician’s lock?” Kit mostly mused to himself but Emrys nodded anyway.

That changed the game. The lock showed no signs of damage or even tampering and a quick inquiry to Emrys ensured him that the PM had no trouble opening it when she came in.

“Well, I know exactly how they did it,” Kit stood up and paused so Emrys could humor him.

“And?”

“I’m glad you asked,” Kit noticed the Secretary had leaned over the desk to listen too. “They...... had a key!”

The silence that followed was anything but comfortable. Emrys narrowed his eyes at his brother, the Secretary raised her brows in confusion, and the PM herself walked over to give him an incredulous stare.

“.... they had a key?” Emrys said slowly.

“Yep, no one is getting into a Magician lock without serious noticeable damage or a hammer. This baby is top of the line security and they’re known for being tricky.”

Kit was confident, no one was cracking this lock so cleanly.

Emrys went quiet again and Kit could see the gears whirling in his head as he refocused his approach.

“Understood. Thank you for your assistance and that will be all.”

Kit frowned slightly, of course Emrys was kicking him out as soon as things got good. All he’d done was look at one door and state the obvious, boring.

“Maybe I can-“

“No.”

Kit suppressed the urge to roll his eyes.

“Fine, I’m going.”

Kit packed his little toolkit back up and slipped the packet back into the inner pocket of his leather jacket. Emrys and the PM were discussing putting together a list of new potential suspects.

“Ahem,” a small cough came from behind him. The Secretary had come out from behind her desk and held out a small paper bag to Kit.

“Thank you for your help, Mr...?”

Kit took the bag and opened it to see a freshly baked muffin that smelled like what hopes and dreams are made of.

“Oh no, please, my brother’s name is Mr. Mine is Kit, Kit Hunter.”

She smiled.

“Pleasure to meet you, Kit. I’m Portia Kocourek and I’m sure we’ll see each other around again.”

He certainly hoped so.

[dreams-of-the-arcana]

It’s time for chapter four! 💕 I’m really starting to feel like I’m getting my voice for this story. So now, let’s check in with our beloved Director! What’s an Asra story without yearning?

Ft. @theroyalmage Emrys Trevellyan and Kit Hunter. Nadia Satrinava, Portia Devorak, Julian Devorak, Asra Alnazar, Muriel, Lucio Morgasson, Godiva Köhler, Cleo Rosehyn, and Andi

Catch up here:

Chapter three is here! 💕 and I have a title!! Catch up here: It’s finally here! Chapter 2 of the Spy AU (it rhymed so I had to). Still no t

Bound By Ash and Smoke: An Arcana AU

Chapter Four: I Remember You

Director of the VSIA, Asra Alnazar, had managed to attain a position and respect at a very early age. The original concept for the VSIA had laid in a file that had been dormant in the Vesuvia Central Intelligence building for many years. Mazelinka Seafarer proposed the idea after an elaborate exercise where she herself broke into the VCI’s top secret department just to show how easy it was.

Needless to say, the department heads had not liked that.

Mazelinka’s original proposal to form an intelligence agency that was independent of the government was pushed behind a mountain of red tape. Not that it stopped the young agent for one second.

After years of arguing (and many successful break-ins) the Prime Minister took an interest and gave the go-ahead for this new agency. Mazelinka was an experienced agent by that time and ran the department like a tight ship. It was Mazelinka herself who advocated for young Asra to be hired in the first place.

The government was very opposed to inviting a young person who virtually had not existed until a couple years prior into the largest intelligence organization in the country. Luckily, no one listened to them.

Asra reminisced on this as he sipped a cup of steaming hot tea next to the large bright window of the “Animals Escape Café”. Rescues of all sorts roamed the rooms as morning goers stopped in for a hit of caffeine and affection before work. He’d only recently discovered the place but immediately took to the atmosphere. There was no sense of the rush that laid outside the doors and patrons were free to sit and relax as long as they liked. On the other side, rescues got the opportunity to be seen outside a shelter environment where they could interact freely.

The bell to the door chimed and Asra’s face whipped towards it. Only to be disappointed by another happy stranger coming in.

Not that he was expecting anyone. Certainly not. Why had he even looked? Well, because the Director of a secret intelligence organization needed to be aware of their surroundings?

A comforting squeeze on his upper arm gave away that not even his pet ball python, Faust, would believe that. He sighed and went back to staring out the window.

It just so happened that this café was the favorite of Andraste Ó Conail, a person the VSIA was very interested in recruiting and also Asra’s ex-lover.

Just a coincidence, of course.

The bell rang again and this time when he looked, he found exactly who he was looking for. Andi had definitely grown up since the last time he’d seen her and the pictures the recruiting department had taken didn’t do her justice. She’d cut off most of her long wavy blonde hair in favor of a short style that reached just below her pointy ears. While she was still only 5’3”, she’d filled out and toned her muscles during her years as an investigative journalist. Approaching the counter, she removed her large sunglasses and Asra drew in a short breath. A lot had changed but he knew those big bright blue eyes out of a thousand.

Unfortunately he too captivated by nostalgia to remember one of the traits that made Andi such a desirable asset.

Andi calmly collected her order, stopped to pet the animals that swarmed to her, and before Asra had time to notice, she was there in front of him smiling mischievously.

“Asra Alnazar, it’s been a while.”

Damn, she’d made him. Asra smiled back to her and gestured to the plush chair beside him.

“Andi Ó Conail, what a treat. Please join me if you have a minute.”

Andi’s brow raised slightly but she slipped into the seat. Curiosity winning out, she couldn’t help but look him over.

Just as Andi had changed, so had Asra.

The lanky teenager grew into a confident adult without a hint of the nervousness from before. Andi recalled a time when he couldn’t even look at her without blushing. Now here he was at her favorite café without so much as a waver in his voice. Although his soft fluffy curls and sly eyes remained the same.

“What brings you here?” Andi let one of the cats jump into her lap as she settled in.

“Would you believe,” Asra gestured to the snake coiled around him. “That this is the only café where Faust is welcome?”

Andi laughed and leaned forward to boop the snake gently on her nose. Faust leaned out closer to rest her head on Andi’s hand. Asra grinned.

“It looks like she remembers you...”

Their eyes met and they were briefly speechless. The meaning behind Asra’s words were as clear as if he’d said them.

He remembered her.

Andi’s cheeks turned pink and she sat back in her chair. Asra had to ignore to urge to move closer. The space between them seemed impassable now.

“It’s been a while...” Andi trailed off.

Memories flashed through their minds. Awkward teenagers meeting for the first time at the local outdoor market, Asra’s cheesy pick up line, that first confession, their first kiss, the sounds and feelings when they finally...

Asra shook his head.

“It has. Maybe it doesn’t have to be so long until we see each other next time?” That made Andi smile faintly.

“I’d like that,” she took out a sheet of paper from a notebook in her purse and quick jotted down her number.

“Call me? Maybe we can meet back up here on the weekend when we’re not so busy?”

Asra reached for the paper and gently brushed Andi’s fingers as he took it. He would have sworn it felt like a jolt of electricity. Andi quickly withdrew her hand and stood up.

“I, um, better get to work now. It was nice seeing you again” she hurried and strode off, not slowing down until she was out the door.

Asra still sat with his outstretched hand holding the piece of paper.

“Nice seeing you too...”

He smiled at the numbers and pet Faust under her chin.

[dreams-of-the-arcana]

It’s finally here! Chapter 2 of the Spy AU (it rhymed so I had to). Still no title (suggestions greatly appreciated) or header art.

For Chapter 1:

dreams-of-the-arcana: “Okay! There’s no art for this unfortunately (I feel like I should commission a header with all the characters in thei

Ft. @theroyalmage’s Emrys, Asra Alnazar, Portia Devorak, newcomer Godiva

We left off with Nadia Satrinava, the Prime Minister of Vesuvia, receiving a very suspicious note leading to a mystery visitor. Now we meet our surprise guest!

Chapter Two: Right Back At It

The common consensus amongst the members of the Vesuvian Secret Intelligence Agency, or VSIA, was that there was no such thing as a ‘normal’ day. How could there be? While other agencies drowned in weeks of paperwork and red tape, the VSIA agents moved rapidly and in the most intense situations.

So even getting the call that the Prime Minister had received a serious death threat wasn’t enough to make the agents blink.

Hidden away, the VSIA building stood tall and boring from the outside. A grey building in a sea of grey buildings made even worse with most of the floors boarded up. A small law firm operated on the second floor and a simple accountant set up on the fourth but that was just the beginning of this particular building.

Agent Emrys Trevellyan stretched and yawned as he strode across the white tiling towards the elevator. The receptionist offered a brief nod before turning back to her newspaper. Pulling back the rusted metal grate, Emrys entered the ancient looking elevator and tiredly put a blank keycard into the small slot at the bottom of the floor numbers. A small camera looking device popped out from seemingly nowhere and announced in an overly chipper voice.

“Look at the birdie!”

Emrys gave the camera a muted smile, as he had a thousand times before, and trained his eye on the lens.

“Welcome Agent Trevellyan”

The elevator began to descend.

Many years prior, the organization that would become the VSIA needed to find a suitable space for their operations. They had quite a few requirements.

“There must be space for expansion as our assignments grow. It must not draw attention to itself. Please no more moldy damp basements?”

Once the building was secured they decided to build underground rather than above. Though the space was absolutely covered in dehumidifiers and vitamin D lamps.

The elevator came to a stop and Emrys strolled through slowly towards his office. Other agents were already hurrying about, the VSIA maintained 24-hour Ops. Emrys reaches for his door, dreaming of hot coffee, when a voice stopped him in his tracks.

“Oh no you don’t!”

Emrys wanted so badly to keep walking but instead he faced the voice.

“I haven’t even been here for two minutes, Goldie.”

The woman in front of him was tall and impressive. Agent Godiva Köhler stood at 6’3” with wide hips, strong arms, golden brown skin, and most striking were her gold eyes. The vibrant intensity of her gaze earned her the nickname, Goldie.

Goldie had a way with getting information out of people without using any of the usual methods. Most other agents described it as “killing them with kindness”. She inspired other people to want to make her proud. It was terrifying.

Goldie just smiled and pointed to the note attached to Emrys’ door that he’d missed.

‘Please see me immediately - A’

Emrys pulled the note off of his door and gave it another once over with a narrowed, curious gaze.

"Must be important..." he trailed off before stifling a yawn and turning towards their boss' office.

“I know you just got back,” Goldie offered sympathetically. “But I’m sure he wouldn’t ask for you right away unless it was important.”

Emrys understood that and accepted it, he just still dreamed of the coffee machine in his office.

The Director’s office of a secret organization should probably call up images of professional, cold, and impersonal rooms with metal chairs and plain stately wooden desks but Director Alnazar took a different approach.

Upon entering, Emrys and Goldie immediately took in the calming smell of freshly made tea. Tapestries, paintings, and totems filled the room with color and even though there was a stately desk, Director Asra Alnazar was sitting on top of it.

Touchless screens sat around the Director as he worked through a world full of information using only gestures. Deep violet eyes took in everything and most of the agents joked that the Director could even see the future with those eyes.

“Ah, Emrys!” The look of concentration vanished and the Director stood up to greet the agent. Goldie waved and stepped back out.

“Good morning, Director.”

“Emrys, you know you can call me Asra.”

“And yet...”

“Fair enough. I apologize for calling you so soon after you got back. I heard you did an amazing job out in Nopal though!”

Asra smiled and led Emrys to a couple low cushions where a pot of tea waited. Emrys gladly took a cup with a small smile as the mild caffeine hit him. Asra took a moment too before beginning.

“I didn’t want to send you out at first, you’ve been gone for months but after today I knew I needed you for this,” Asra looked troubled. An unusual expression on the happy Director’s face. Emrys leaned in a bit more.

“You’re my best undercover agent though and I can’t be certain how long this assignment will take,” Asra warned.

“I can take it, Director. Just let me know.”

Asra smiled softly.

“I know you can... you’ve probably heard us mention ‘The Devil’ before.”

Emrys nodded. Many agents had worked tirelessly on uncovering as much as they could about the shadowy gang.

“Well it looks like they’re making a big move suddenly,” Asra sighed. “The Prime Minister received a death threat today and we believe it’s from them.”

Emrys’ eyes widened, so far The Devil had been involved in undercover deals like illegal fighting rings, human trafficking, or blackmail. They’d never threatened public officials so blatantly.

“Why do you believe it’s them, boss? They’ve never done anything like this before.”

“Because of Lucio Morgasson, the PM’s late husband. We’ve uncovered information that he was involved with The Devil before his accident. It appears he used his nightclubs to further The Devil’s agenda. Now that Lucio is gone, they might believe PM Satrinava knows something she shouldn’t. Lately, her own goals have been too close to hurting The Devil’s plans so she’s now a potentially a reasonable threat to them.”

Emrys took a moment to process everything he’d heard. Everyone in the VSIA had discussed Morgasson’s ‘accident’ in detail but held no suspicion his wife had anything to do with it. By all accounts, Nadia Satrinava had been a model citizen and PM with no idea the shady dealings her husband engaged in. To target her now too? Why?

Questions filled Emrys’ mind as Asra waited for him to comment.

“... What do you need from me?” Emrys finally asked.

“You’ll be inserted into PM Satrinava’s personal guard. I want eyes on her 24/7 until we have a handle on the situation.”

Asra pulled a file from beside him and passed it to Emrys.

“We have an agent already in posing as the PM’s personal secretary.”

Emrys opened the file to see Pasha Devorak’s smiling face, he smiled. Pasha was posing as “Portia Kocourek, 25-year-old personal secretary” and actually acting as Emrys’ handler.

“We have files on all of her staff and their contacts”

A large man with dark circles under his eyes and heavy features stared up. “Muriel Kokhuri, Vesuvian Secret Service, personal bodyguard to PM Satrinava.”

“He may look mean but Muriel and I grew up together. Just don’t mention the VSIA to him.”

A small woman with porcelain skin and brilliant blue eyes was next. “Andraste ‘Andi’ Ó Conail, public relations for PM Satrinava.” A small star sat by her name which Emrys mentioned to Asra. The Director quickly moved to refill their cups and shrugged it off with a simple “we want to recruit her” but wouldn’t say more.

The files went on as the two poured over the details. Finally, Asra checked the time and informed Emrys he had a meeting that day to introduce himself to the PM. They said their goodbyes and Emrys set out for the capitol building.

Questions still swirled around his mind but he focused on the task at hand. Upon entering he sought out Pasha’s cheerful face and gave her the slightest nod.

While Pasha reached out to the PM, Emrys took the time to drop into the closest chair. It really felt like a 100 years since he’d had a real break. Maybe after all this he would actually take a vacation? Use some of those days piling up behind his name.

“The Prime Minister will see you now, sir.”

Emrys nodded and stood back up, vacations would have to come later. Right now, he had a job to do.

[dreams-of-the-arcana]

Happy Birthday, Emrys!

Emrys was on edge.

The knot in his stomach hadn’t loosened since he woke up and noticed a distinct lack of... well drama. Living in Vesuvia, he’d come to expect a normal level of drama in everyday life but especially when his friends were given the chance to celebrate. Yet today, his birthday, was uneventful.

Breakfast with Nadia had included his favorite foods and drinks with a quiet intimate setting without any interruptions. It was pleasant but he didn’t trust it. Prodding Nadia turned up no information no matter how he approached it. She was too good a diplomat.

From the morning the rest of the day had flowed without any problems. The further time dragged on without the sounds of chaos or assault of merriment, the more anxious he grew.

Emrys wandered the gardens trying to relax. Suddenly, movement caught his eye. Before he could get a good look though whatever it was disappeared. He decided to follow to see who was out there with him.

Despite all his skill though he couldn’t catch more than a glance of it. Twisting and turning through the maze, he kept a mental map to avoid getting lost. As he made another turn he faced a dead end.

“Hm,” that didn’t make sense. There shouldn’t be a dead end here.

Out of nowhere a force smacked into his back and sent him flying forward straight through the bush! He landed in a roll and grabbed his attacker.

“Whoa! Whoa, whoa, it’s me!”

“Kit?! What do you think you’re doing?”

Kit just smiled up at his paranoid friend. Emrys looked up and there it was...

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY EMRYS!”

The drama.

A patch of the garden was filled with sparkly lights and colorful decorations. The obviously magic lights danced around the sky like fireflies.

A large table was filled with delicious food and presents overflowing on one side. Surrounding it were smiling faces from seemingly everyone Emrys knew.

Andi moved forward with a large cake decorated with “Happy Birthday” in flowing letters full of candles. Absolutely full of candles.

Emrys shot Kit a look.

“Make a wish!”

[books0977]

South American Mission (Kit Hunter: Show Jumper #2). Peter Grey. World International Publishing, 1959. First edition. Original dust jacket.

John Gregg approaches Colonel Hamden with an offer to buy horses. Kit and the Colonel begin making plans to go to South America, but a horse riding accident puts the Colonel in the hospital. Kit has no option but to travel to South America with Mary Trent and hope that she can locate the Colonel's contacts by herself. Once in South America, Kit finds herself in a race against time to locate and purchase the horses, for opposing interests wish to prevent her from succeeding in her task.

[books0977]

The Wild One (Kit Hunter: Show Jumper #1). Peter Grey. World International Publishing, 1959. First edition. Original dust jacket.

Kit Hunter returns to Colonel Hamden's home, Moor Grange, soon after her mother's death. Kit fondly recalls the wonderful times she had at Moor Grange as a child. Moor Grange has fallen upon hard times, and Colonel Hamden may soon have to sell his home. Kit that Colonel Hamden lost his fortune when his cross-breeding experiments failed. The Wild One is the only surviving horse from the Colonel's experiments. The Wild One still roams the moors, and Kit hopes to find this magnificent horse. If Kit succeeds, she can prove that the Colonel's experiments were successful, and the Colonel can regain his prosperity.

[sigh-the-kraken]

Who is your Greek Godly Parent

Take this quiz and post your results! Repost please.

Note from Kraken: Link was broke, so here it is: https://www.qzzr.com/c/quiz/116605/d03d4b6c-d85f-4c0e-a1c3-c9155e973ce5

(Note from someone that came before me: The last question might bother people with phobias of asphyxiation, depths etc as it’s based around nightmares, thought I’d warn you!)

Tagged by: @spiritofanothersort

Tagging: @captaindibbzy @kita-03 and @formerhydramedic (for yourself or muses, take a pick) and whoever else would like to join in!

Kit Hunter (Original Character)

Your godly parent is Ares, the god of War, Violence, Battlelust and Rage.

Children of Ares can have tendencies that are cruel, proud, impetuous and violent, where they let out all their emotions with no care for the consequences. They tend to be brash and a bit sadistic, with a large appetite for violence. While brute strength is favored by you, you might lack the strategic wisdom required to win wars that Athena possesses, and your most useful talents would be to spread fear, terror and discord among your enemies. When there is no war however, these emotions can get the better of you and alienate you from others. You are drawn to pure emotion, and will generously give your heart to those who will reciprocate the favor, and you are a firm believer of letting people learn from their own mistakes. When your temper flares, this can cloud your judgement, lead you to become arrogant and underestimate your task. Despite being rash, children of Ares abide by a moral code, much like soldiers, and breaking it results in a relinquishment of strength that is usually unacceptable.

Qualities

Rashness, violence, arrogance, passion, enthusiasm, pride, strength, stubbornness

Sigh-The-Kraken (Mun)

Your godly patron is Artemis, goddess of the moon, the hunt, wilderness, chastity, maidenhood, archery and childbirth.

Hunters are extremely close-knit and form strong bonds with those they hang out with daily. They will die for people who are just like them. You are probably very suspicious of outsiders, especially those who might harm your group. You are also mature, and often the voice of reason and calm to others. You have a natural talent for smoothing out discord, and you also give pretty sound advice. You also have a knack for getting out of trouble, the rare instances that you're in it that is. Artemis represents all that is wild and mysterious, and you might have distinct sides to your personality people are not usually privy to. Much like the Hunt/Moon duality of Artemis, Hunters of Artemis can be enthusiastic, athletic, and in-tune with nature; or they can be calm, soothing and mysterious. However, sometimes your perspective can be narrow, and when circumstances do not fit your unique view, you can brutally shut down the other person. When disrespected, you can become harsh and unforgiving.

Qualities

Maturity, protectiveness, camaraderie, reason, harmony, athletic, outgoing, wild, unforgiving

[sigh-the-kraken]

Tagged by: @justunseeliethings

Rules: Take this test for your muse, post the results and tag as many people as you want. Repost don’t reblog, please.

Note from the Kraken: If anything was within 40-60% range, I classified it as middle ground and listed all four characteristics and bolded the set with preference (aka: what it leans toward).

Kit Hunter (Muse)

Warmth - 54% (Cold/Selfish and Supportive/comforting)

Intellect - 46% (Instinctive/unstable and cerebral/analytical)

Emotional Stability - 22% (irritable, moody)

Aggressiveness - 78% (controlling, tough)

Liveliness - 70% (wild, fun-loving)

Dutifulness - 42% (untraditional/rebellious and conforming/traditional)

Social Assertiveness - 78% (uninhibited, bold)

Sensitivity - 50% (coarse, tough, touchy and soft)

Paranoia - 54% (trusting/easy-going and wary/suspicious)

Abstractness- 46% (practical/regular and strange/imaginative)

Introversion - 30% (open, friendly)

Anxiety - 30% (confident, self-assured)

Openmindedness - 50% (closeminded, set-in-ways, curious and exploratory)

Independence - 42% (outgoing/social and loner/craves solitude)

Perfectionism - 70% (orderly, thorough)

Tension - 50% (relaxed, cool, stressed and unsatisfied)

Tagging: @captaindibbzy, @kita-03, @formerhydramedic