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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[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."