bakerstreet | Also known as the Obi-Wan meme, though hopefully with less premature death.

The Mentorship Meme
I was going to have a picture here but they were all kind of...generic. You know, the older, presumably wiser figure with the naive young student.

According to wikipedia, a mentorship is...

Mentorship is a personal developmental relationship in which a more experienced or more knowledgeable person helps to guide a less experienced or less knowledgeable person. However, true mentoring is more than just answering occasional questions or providing ad hoc help. It is about an ongoing relationship of learning, dialog, and challenge.

The person in receipt of mentorship may be referred to as a protégé (male), a protégée (female), an apprentice or, in recent years, a mentee.

And knowledge is power.

Make a comment. Your character is now a mentor. Have fun.

In your top level comment post a few things your character would be...theoretically...or not...qualified to mentor in. Let's say...three? Three's a good number. Your mileage may vary so if you want to just post one? Go for it, bro, the world is your oyster, go seek your pearl.

But here's my thought. You could have one intangible personal quality such as leadership, bravery, hard work, or debauchery. You could have one practical skill your character actually knows, a specialty that they've spent time working on. And you could have one completely random ass thing that they don't really know that much about but somehow ended up mentoring in because the original mentor got drunk or something.

Mentees! Find a mentor! Queue up and request valuable life lessons...maybe? Ask for one, for two, or maybe all three. Start at whatever stage of this mentorship you want. If you have a setting in mind, go for that setting. If you don't, you're meeting in the closest equivalent to Starbucks you have in whatever world your characters come from.

And live long and prosper.

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[Mia listens to him talk, her leg bouncing beneath the table. She can't help fidgeting. Sitting still is nearly impossible.

She really wants a cigarette.]

What do I have to study exactly? I went to art school okay.

[Smoke on your own time, kid. In fact, she should probably give that up. Smoker's lungs and running for your life don't mix.]

Basic demonology is a start. Learning how to identify different kinds of demons and how they operate, and some basic defense. You're not going to do much spellslinging but there's some basic warding rituals if you're religious and I can show you how to make a few circles to trap them or to hide out in to buy yourself some time.

[Whatever. She still wants one.]

Basic demonology. Right.

I'm not really religious. I mean - I'm open-minded to tons of stuff. Which should be obvious at this point. Never really did the whole praying thing. Just - teach me what you think would be useful.

You'd be surprised at how many of them are real. Accuracy's a different story.

I will, but first, [he leans forward, looking her in the face without quite making the direct eye contact to cause a soulgaze. What he was about to ask next was important, real important, it was the difference between equipping somebody to protect themselves and others and arming them to go off and die pointlessly on a futile quest for vengeance.] why do you want to know? Because I'll tell you right now, if it's payback you're after, you aren't gonna get it.

[Her eyes widen as he gets close, and she sits up straight with her back against her chair. Not going to make eye contact. Nope.]

If I told you it wasn't for payback, I'd be lying. But - I feel like what happened to me... happened for a reason? If that makes sense. And now I need to do something about it. Help other people not have to go through the same shit.

[He isn't eager to make eye contact either. There's no telling what a soul that went through what hers did would look like but he's sure he'd rather not have it floating around in his brain. Not to mention what it might do to her to have somebody else mess around in her soul.]

[Still, he keeps glaring at her for a few seconds until he's satisfied with her answer before leaning back slowly and changing his expression to a gentler, sympathetic one.] I get it.

[But now back to business. He stands up.]

I'll let you do the reading on your own time. We'll start by showing you how to make a basic circle.

[She's literally been to Hell and back. More than once. And she's had her soul put through the wringer more than a substantial amount. It's the worst, and he's better off not getting tangled up in it.

He doesn't get angry, blow up at her. And she's able to exhale.]

Thanks for understanding.

[And she stands up after he does, pushing her chair in.]

Okay. Teach away, Teach.

[He really does get it. He's seen a few horror shows in his life to know what kind of scars they leave behind. He's also made enough mistakes that he's not about to judge her for the ones she's made.]

[And she probably wouldn't enjoy the peek at his soul much more.]

Circles are the most basic defensive measure you can take and the easiest to do. The idea is to create a barrier to both contain energy and keep it out, so most demons will at least get slowed down by one.

[He takes a few steps and stops in the middle of the room, reaching into his pocket and fishing out a lump of chalk.]

Just about anything will do but the more permanent the material, the better. I usually like using permanent marker but since this is actually my property we'll go with chalk.

[He hands over the chalk piece, going on.] Give it a shot, make a quick circle around yourself, a perfect as you can without any breaks and try to picture a barrier going up around yourself as you do it.

[She follows him while he talks, looking at the piece of chalk once he puts it in her hand.]

Just a circle? A regular... circle? ...Okay.

[She sidesteps a bit, tossing the chalk in the air and catching it. Then she does her best to focus, crouching down and drawing a circle around herself.]

Also known as the Obi-Wan meme, though hopefully with less premature death.

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