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Hate you? Of course not. And trust me, this isn't the first time I've been telling ppl to go to Kiri or Suna. The other villages need genin too you know. I can't just take you all in (Deil and Gohan would have my head for stealing almost all their members XP).

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Wow...that's a long time. Well no worries, here in TUP we focus on team interaction and you'll definitely will be placed in a squad. Some Kages have just yet to come up with squads and such.

Yeah I remember VR, though I just remember watching all those guilds from NUR...bad times XD

Cause it pretty much POTS Mist 2.0, + sosay XD

Your Rank: Super beast of awesome
Name of Jutsu: Imagination technique
Rank of Jutsu: A
Range of Jutsu:Within the sound of a voice
Jutsu's Element:Universal
Description: This genjutsu is activated by a sound. Specifically the target, or targets, hearing the song "Pure Imagination" from the 1971 Willy Wonka & the Chocolate Factory. After the first several notes are played, the user and the victims are all brought into the user's mind. They are all lost within his sub conscious,the dream space. Here the user has the ability to create what he wills. Anything at all can happen within the dream space.

Everyone, even the user, is at the mercy of the dream. It would take a dream space expect not to be. Completed oh I don't know something like 30 or 40 posts (link on profile to the training would be great) of special mental training within dream space to show that he or she has control over their mind. Once the user has this training, they walk through the dream as if a god of sorts, able to will things into and out of existence.

Everyone besides a master dreamer believes in the dream that is occurring. No matter how ludicrous. It's a dream. If you start bleeding mice, it makes sense. If your dead father that you killed for his eye appears and he kidney punches you with a tire iron, that make sense. Pain is felt, but upon death the target is sent from the dream and woken up with a shock...I mean you just died. So you would be startled, thinking you really did just die. If the user dies, all partys are forced from the dream space and woken up: the targets are well rested, while the user freaks out... cuz they just died.

Also, the user only can keep his dream up for 8 posts.I wish it would be longer, cuz we could have some cool mind screws with this thing. So fun times for all. Ever wondered how a demon host would do an english presentation? Or if Lance made a good flight attendent? Wonder if Reynard and Storm enjoy hunting chickens with hamster based chain guns? But sadly the dream only lasts for 8 posts. Each post the next verse of "Pure Imagination" is heard throughout the dream. On the 9th dream, when there is no more music, everyone wakes up as if from normal sleep.
Rp Sample
Reynard Lothar stood in the middle of a circle of his closest friends, each of them kinda being a p***k about his whole betting thing. Lance yelled at him, rushing him from the side."You son of a b***h! You owe me money!" Reynard dodged several swipes of the blade, ducking and diving. He was caught off guard when LT jumped in from behind, kicking him right on his a**. Reynard fell forward into the dirt, scratching and clawing to scramble up. Malfrost and Gregar jumped at him with kunai, Gregar doing something snake related and Malfrost doing something AWESOME related. Reynard turned into a tiny monkey,dodging the attack, and then running up Gregar's pant leg,up through his clothing and popping out his collar. Reynard nibbled frantically on his ear, ripping it off like Mike Tyson.

Gregar howled in pain, doing a super penultimate jutsu that wipes posts right off the forum. Reynard s**t brix, his pants becoming heavy. The others were running after Reynard as Gregar stayed behind to charge his jutsu. Reynard used a substitution jutsu once they'd caught him, appearing next to Gregar. He pulled out a flute, and waited until the others were back, closer to him. Using wind chakra, to make sure everyone heard it, Reynard blew into the flute.He blew the distinctive three note sequence. Everyone almost stopped dead, falling over upon themselves. Malfrost fell on top of Gregar, sleeping like babies. Zane and Storm almost looked like they were hugging...or spooning, gross. Lance fell, his face in Mal's bum, snoring loudly and talking in his sleep. LT just kinda floated there cuz the ground couldn't handle him. Reynard's eyes closed with the rest of theirs. He didn't feel the ground as he hit it.


Come with me and you'll be
In a world of pure imagination
Take a look and you'll see
Into your imagination


A strange haunting melody seemed to float through the overcast cityscape. The sun broke through the high grey clouds in certain spots, bring down veils of light in patches of the city. Malfrost and Gregar stood on the street corner, making their way from the lavish and grand public library to a sub shop of some sort, whilst arguing about nonsense like who had the better hair:Wolverine or Tony Stark? Tony does! Duh! They walked in, Storm was punching babies and kicking a puppies, that were popping from a game much like whach a mole, in the corner of the restaurant. He didn't seem to notice the two, wanting to keep up his high school. Matt was behind the counter, saying how much better this job was than Panda as he made sandwiches with drain-o and saw dust. Mal and Gregar ordered sandwiches, walking back out of the shop and returning to the library. Mal was spilling Chlorox on himself, good thing he had a white shirt.

We'll begin with a spin
Trav'ling in the world of my creation
What we'll see will defy
Explanation

The two walked through the horizontal revolving door of the library, walking past people reading and working on laptops. One man had an older model Mal laughed at, it was an old display burning out of a small pig's belly. The piggy squealed,struggling to get free as the man googled on his nipples. Mal giggled like a schoolgirl, whispering to Gregar,"Dude... can you believe people bought those old iPigs? They only held like a thousand songs!"

If you want to view paradise
Simply look around and view it
Anything you want to, do it
Want to change the world, there's nothing to it

Lance ran as fast as he could, the aboriginals chasing him down main street and fifth. They bounded over cars and threw their spears at him. Lance darted through the crowds, using bystanders as shields.He grabbed a toddler, using him to block the hail of blow darts. The tiny child crying out in pain as Lance ran with him under his arm. He was getting to be too much to carry, dropping him, but not before stealing a candy bar from his pocket.

There is no life I know
To compare with pure imagination
Living there, you'll be free
If you truly wish to be

(Can I stop? This is like way too much to write...)

Then they all woke up, rubbing the sleep from their eyes;Lance, the a** from his mouth. By the time they understood what had happened... Reynard was long gone. There was a scrap of paper on the ground. Lance picked it up, looking at the message under it in Sharpie.

I.O.U. He sighed,"God damnit Reynard."