#convo:casper

The city was... Noisy. Not audibly, but in feeling. Jackson couldn’t go more than a couple blocks without feeling like something awful had happened where he was standing. Music helped, staying home helped more. He’d always been a bit of a homebody and preferred to work in the greenhouse there or write from the study, Corinth as it turned out was no different. “Place is nice.” Jackson remarked simply, Cas had gone ahead and gotten a place big enough for the both of them. There was room to grow too, in case the shifter’s sister ever turned up here. “The vibes in this city are rancid though.” The clairvoyant pointed out as he leaned against the counter, it had been a tough year and he was glad to be somewhere new. A fresh start, with his closest friend.

Church wasn’t really something he cared for, but this one was a landmark. Apparently build in the first century, making it the oldest structure in the city. The temples of the acrocorinth, while some still stood, were ruins. “Are you a god-fearing man?” Zeke asked, he did his best to keep as much sarcasm out of his tone as humanly possible but some managed to sneak in just the same. “Zeus, Apollo, Hera, Scylla -” he noted the smell in the air. “Fenrir. Makes you wonder what isn’t real, and if there really is some magical hobbit living on the other side of the moon watching over us like Santa Claus.” 

Ezio had big plans of getting one of their books made into a movie, the problem was pitching the plots of some of their works was difficult to do. Nobody wanted to buy a book about the Chief of Police whose secretly an eagle shifter, fated to fall in love the local bar owner, a Succubus with an uncertain past. It was just too unrealistic. Also overly dramatic and cliche and probably several other things the spirit hadn’t quite considered. But they were working on a new story, a murder mystery with a supernatural twist. It had angry Gods, a murdered Hydra and daughter of Greece. A coven, a vampire cult, a sphinx or three, and even a few original species that the spirit of dreams intended to take full credit for. 

They had their manuscript, now they just needed the person who was going to help make the movie a reality. Ezio knocked once, twice, then three times on the filmmaker’s door, Ezio had met a friend of a friend and tripped over the dreams of another person who gave them the lead that brought them here. Ezio was pretty sure that Casper was going to love the script, but if not, then after a few night’s rest, a few dream manipulations, and suddenly Casper would think that making the movie was the best idea that he’d ever had. “Casper Hahn?” Ezio smiled as the door opened, “Have I got the movie for you.”