The Master & Apprentice Meme

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The Master & Apprentice Meme

Apprenticeship is a system of training a new generation of practitioners in a particular craft or trade. An Apprentice learns new skills from a Master, usually an older professional in their field. A Mastercan be a mentor and a friend, or a harshly disciplining teacher, preparing their proteges to follow in their footsteps. A Master and Apprentice typically get to have lots of one on one time. Sometimes it takes time and patience to develop a special relationship amid the trials of leaning something new, but in time most good masters will pass down plenty of trade secrets and wisdom to prepare someone special to hone their young talents and follow in their footsteps!

How this meme works:

- Masters tag in first.
- Please include in your subject line Name and Trade/Skill or Secret Order you're training for.

So this'll end up looking like, for example:
Palpatine | Sith
Tenzin | Airbending
Severus Snape | Occulmency / Potions
Haymitch | WIN THE HUNGER GAMES!
Mr Myagi | Karate

Any skill can be taught, you don't have to be an official canon 'Master' of anything, you can offer to teach anything your character is willing (reluctantly or otherwise) to pass on.

- Wanna-be Apprentices! You get to tag into these masters as your whiny, callow, n00bish, noviced selves, going through a day of training. Maybe you're still petitioning to be taken under wing! Maybe undergoing a special rite of passage, well on your way to being a master yourself! Scenarios are up to you, no RNG here!

originally posted by angryatmyself

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[grimholdkeeper]

The sorcerer waits, arms folded, and frowns mildly. He says nothing for a moment, letting his student work through the problem, but as soon as the energy begins to feed back onto him, he cancels the spell with a gesture. "Good," he says quietly. "But why are you angry? I'm trying to teach you, not harm you. You have control over your power, but your temper worries me. I think it's time for a break."

There's no accusation in his voice, calm and even, but this is clearly his final word on the matter.

[feroxalgere]

The concentrated look cracks like a facade with an unexpected laugh, "I am either tempted by Rage or Despair. One leads to giving up, the other to fighting against what is against me. The path between the two demons is narrow. I am not angry with you, nor will I be rolling over and showing my belly."

The now weight-free graceful martial form ceases in a spine popping stretch and Ferox bends backwards, touching the ground behind him. Feet kick up over his head to landing. Upright, the dagger slips back into it's sheath on his thigh. Without movement or activity he visibly begins to tighten back up, the need to control himself re-extending itself over his expressions and the brief ease which he carried himself.

[grimholdkeeper]

Balthazar nods mildly and wanders over to the wall, where a narrow bench rests. He sits on it easily and places his elbows on his knees. "I understand your circumstances are unusual. But the type of magic I do responds to more than words and plans. It reacts to unconscious intentions, as well. Either Rage or Despair could affect the energies we're working with."

[feroxalgere]

A grunt, to buy time to answer or because there is nothing to say, and Ferox folds, sitting cross-legged on the floor.

"As you say. The moments between are few and it takes very little to misstep one way or the other. Pride and Hunger have never been a temptation, neither has Sloth, even if his underlying Despair knows where to find me," rubbing his once shattered temple. "Each lifetime the same two walk with me."

[grimholdkeeper]

"The things a sorcerer does with his magic...these are what that sorcerer becomes. That's why there are forbidden domains." Balthazar shakes his head. "If you were a contracted student, I would insist you meditate now, and try to find a calm place within you. Even if it's only the eye of the storm, that's what you need to draw on to deal with magic."

[feroxalgere]

A dark eyebrow rises. His growled voice is quiet, calm, no sign of the frustration at his lengthy delay to solve the puzzle of gravity, "A boat, no longer than I am tall, the sails are shredded, lightning crashes, the wind howls, the waves roil under my feet as I stand on the board seat balancing and laughing up into the rain - that is joy. A room on the edge of my city, looking down on the lights, a fountain bubbling in a nearby courtyard, a cricket in a gardenia on the balcony, the colors are gemstone bright, their textures so thick they can be felt across the room, my Desire is not in my bed, but that is peace. A loom in the center of a blood rune circle, a padded table in a the second, a third encloses them both - that is control. Only one of those places are real. If I am to be in those places to Sing, then the only sounds that will be heard will be those as everything else is unimportant...but then, I am no sorcerer."