But People's Curiosity

He established his base in district 8, it wasn't the nicest but it was better than anything in district 10 while also being discreet. He didn't need to show I.D, so he took what he was handed and he made himself at home for the time being until he could work up the will to fake his identity. The amount of paperwork and meetings it took to set up a believable identity was insane and he was far too lazy during the first year of his stay. It wasn't until his second year and a very close call with the police that he put themself through the paperwork and meetings. In the end he kept most of his life as was, he was an orphan from St. Agretha's, which meant they couldn't get his file cause one of the others burned the place to the ground while he was asleep in retaliation for being kicked out. They were 32 on paper, no education but well read and able to snag a few jobs here and there to keep himself from being homeless, here he really had to hold back a few laughs. No close friends or family, being an orphan, and no one to ask about him if he ever ran into trouble. He used his newly acquired I.D. to buy a better place in the 6th district, better but not the best. His third year was him building his reputation in and outside of the city, this was where he did most of his leg work. Year four was when he got bored and enrolled himself into a college for fun. That took up years 5-8, and then he went back for years 9-11. He graduated with a master's in engineering, and no job to use it for, mostly because they liked their laid back life style and having an actual job would fuck that up for them. They did end up getting a job to cover up the amount of money they were making though, after a seriously close call with the police. They needed a better motivator than the police fucking with their life, but they had no motivation to find one.

Currently, they were chilling across the sofa, off work for the week as there were no projects he was required to work on right now. That meant he had time to go through his information network for any leaks or important info. He had hired a few people a while back when his schedule started to get a little too cramped and he wasn't getting as much sleep as they liked. They worked as his information network so he had eyes and ears on where he could pick up his next job, or if anyone was looking for him apparently. This thought struck him as he went over a message, coded of course, from one of his subordinates or the other, about a group of people that were looking for him.

The Detective Investigation Unit was a rather uncreative name for the agency of detectives that worked directly for the government. They took jobs the police couldn't handle, jobs like him apparently. It wasn't the first time someone had been looking for him, but usually it was for a job they wanted him to complete. From what he gathered, they weren't even trying to arrest him, they were just looking for information. The message was actually asking permission to interact with the detectives, because they were willing to pay handsomely.

Xinyi debated this. On the one hand he was a murderer, even if he was mostly a murderer of other murderers. Not out of any sense of morality either, they were just the ones that tasted good. He figured that out one day when he was 74 and having a conversation about himself with Ailbe, the day after he found out his mother had slept with an incubus and he was in fact not his father's child, or human even the tiniest bit, cause his mother was a fox. His bloodline was a little fucked.

" I'm Actually A Sinners Griffin!"

" A what?"

" The More Crimes A Person Commits The More Energy I Can Take From Them! They Also Will Probably Smell Rather Close To Your Favorite Human Foods."

On the other hand that had put him in pretty good standing with the law, even if they still didn't like him. If it was just a bit of information it should be fine, right? He should probably go himself though, didin't trust any of his employees as far as he could throw them.

This occasion called for a bit more pizazz than his other clients, so he should dress up a little! Not the Hetian, he had to send those to a cleaner who wouldn't destroy them but he hadn't found one yet, and he was tired of cleaning them himself. He pulled out his Rotempa, a piece of clothing hailing from the Borbasia kingdom and resembling a two piece suit with a long flowing coat and breezy pants. His was acquired while he was on a job in the country, a lovely little lady beaconing him into her shop only to then convince him out of his money, not that he was mad, the piece was gorgeous and he loved it.

There was no shirt that was worn with the jacket, his scarred but muscled chest on near full display with how the jacket hung open at the top. He didn't mind, as it was rather warm outside this time of year. The jacket was a black, red, and gold half sleeve, stopping at their elbow. It was a tail coat that was slitted in the back, allowing better movement of the legs. The tail was split into four parts, one part at each of their hips, one in front of him going down the center, and one at his back going down the center. The pants were white with cloud embroidery and they hugged his waist and his ankles but were rather puffy in the middle, puffing out a little more when he shoved his boots on. He put on a necklace that he didn't remember getting, one with a round jade pendant attached to a plain black string. He shoved his hair into a ponytail before looking themself over in the mirror. They added a bit of eyeliner, just a wing. Deeming themself good, they made their way out to the roof.

Over the years he had lived in the city, he never did get around to getting a car, never remembering when he had enough time. He usually just roof hopped, cause honestly, it was easier. He never had to deal with traffic, didn't have to pay for gas, and didn't have to worry about being followed without his knowledge, though the last was never much of a concern. It gave him time to think too. Think about things like what the detectives wanted to know, if he had ever eaten one of them, what they would smell like? It gave him time to stretch after not having moved off his couch for a while. Moving across the bridge was always fun too, he couldn't drive a car across the bottom of a bridge could he? He could not, he had tried with a bike before, didn't work, wouldn't work with a car either then would it?