He blanched a little. The Anti-shadows? He had heard that somewhere before...<br/>"Well, don't worry. You are safe, for now. Lets just get dry, and wait out the rest of this storm, okay?" He felt a little sorry for the poor guy. Being chased by that shadow in the pouring rain, with no shirt? He has been chased before, but that was usually in the night, when the weather was clear. It had to be clear, so the stars could grant him power.<br/>So, going with his proposition, December stripped off his drenched shirt and wrung it out. The water splooshed to the dirt ground, making a bit of mud. Feeling a little nervous to take his pants off, but not really uncomfortable, he ran behind a steel pillar.<br/>He peered from behind the pillar, a little suspicious. Who was this guy, really? Was he really not the rebel leader? If he was...<br/>He shook his head. No, he couldn't be. If he was, he would know. Going back behind the pillar, he closed his eyes and scratched his chest where his tattoo was. Maybe he could help the poor man? Maybe he could give him a charm, or a ward? Sighing, December shook his hair out again and walked out from behind his little hiding spot.<br/>In his boxers, he sauntered over to his new....friend.<br/>"Allright, do you need a place to stay, or...?" He really didn't know what else to offer, unless the guy wanted a tattoo, or ritual. He doubted that. Most of his customers only really wanted a cute little good luck charm (and yes, it was really good luck, not one of those cheap decorations, he always stated proudly), not a full fledged ritual of protection or anything.