~All-Star~ Rooftop Poetry

"Even if the morrow is barren of promises ,nothing shall forestall my return."

A boyish voice reached out over Setsudan's-- bridging his words over into the next stanza.
Redd stoop a stop a plate of his own reiryoku-- which was now invisible due to the effects of Redd's sealed ability. The dark skinned teenager was only a small distance above Setsudan. Despite his better judgement he'd chosen to speak. Redd was effortlessly quiet in his movements-- and the fact that his own abilities as a shinigami had kept his spiritual voice quiet as well. Redd took a short breath before speaking again.

"To become the dew that quenches the land. To spare the sands, the seas, the skies...I offer thee this silent sacrifice."
Redd had begun stepping down a invisible spiral staircase. He'd originally only been a few feet away from the mans original position -- though his last turn had brought him just to the edge of the roof, to which he gave a small leap onto. He continued to walk forwards-- out streatching a hand that previously hung at his side.

" Redd.....Why did you stop? "
No, Setsudan wasn't the only one who'd spent a large amount of time scanning and re-scanning the words he'd recited. It was to Redd's own surprise that he'd memorized them, though as the red haired went on he felt it was exceedingly difficult to keep quiet-- more so when he'd stopped just before the end.

The gloved had may have been an odd spectacle in the face of the sitting male. The dark leather running up into the arm of a much lighter skin tone-- but in the same family no doubt.
Redd's peanut colored arm was thin-- but held a muscular tone to it that was only known to those who held excessive amounts of strength, but could be easily underestimated.
He wore a stark black T-shirt-- with pants of the same color that belonged to a karate uniform-- this could be identified by the fact that they had no pockets-- the seams ran all the way up to the elastic waist bad-- that would have been hidden by the hem of said T-shirt.
Two white draw strings poked out from beneath his shirt-- the aclets of these banging against each-other as he leaned forwards.
Redd wore mid-shin high Jika-tabi boots-- tight bands keeping his pants in close quarters with these to keep them from moving to much. His zanpaktou would have shushed quietly against his back as he walked-- it to being tightly drawn against him by a single red strap that stretched down the whole of his torso from his right shoulder to his left side. The red hilt that held eleven golden diamond shapes-- though only 5 or six of them were visible over the right top of his shoulder poked up in a diagonal manner from his back. A red braided tassel with a knot a half-inch from the end could be seen hanging downwards. Its presence was even more pronounced when he moved-- causing it to sway from side to side.