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109. practicing a skill together

To say that Ikora was pleased with how far Mara had come would be an understatement. More specifically, her delight was in the fact that the two had developed a bond reminiscent of the one shared between the acting Vanguard, and it was strong enough that her apprentice seemed to be able to detect her movements before they happened - most of the time, anyway. When it came down to sparring, Ikora tried to remain a step ahead, but Mara was certainly getting smarter with each move. It would only be a matter of time before she was a master at dissecting and decoding her partners’ Light fluctuations to know exactly where and what they were doing at all times. 

As Vanguard, they each had to be a master of all three subclasses. So it would make sense, then, that they would teach and learn from each other hands-on. Sparks flew between them as they practiced with Arc Light. It might as well have been little more than a fast-paced game of catch, with both women tossing lightning at each other in such an easygoing manner, grinning and laughing, each doing her best to outmaneuver the other into enduring a little shock. Bouncing Light back and forth was not a common strategy, but it had been crucial to the Vanguard for some time: withstanding, enhancing, and even controlling your teammates’ Light could change the tide of a battle of any scale. And beyond that? It’s honestly just kind of fun.

It seemed like neither of them ever touched the ground as they leaped back and forth, calling energy seemingly far beyond their grasp back to their hands and then throwing it outside the reach of the other to see who would drop it first. The stakes were low - the most Mara would get out of this was a warm smile, a laugh, and a pat on the back either way - but it was certainly rewarding in the time they spent together. 

Ikora wouldn’t trade it for the world.

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    "...!” She is swift with her Arc Blade, eyes settled on the large Minotaur. She is quick to notice it is kneeling and she dashes up its large, broad back and her blade is plunged into its head. This however, does not end a Vex. It only enrages it. Zada is quick enough to push herself off of the creature and back onto the ground. As a large arm is swung down to smite her, she rolls out of the way swiftly. As it brought down the other arm, she leaped over it elegantly and soon her blade was plunged into its large, white core. A loud screech of pain is heard, but still she drives it in its wound deep to watch it burst into strings of Arcane energy.  Once the creature was gone, Zada turned to view the Warlock. “....This is not the place to dwell, not when everything is on edge due to Taken, Warlock..” @ofpraxicfire

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56. emotional hug

When Mara’s ship finally touched down in the hangar, Ikora was already there, waiting anxiously for when her apprentice would set foot on solid ground. Such distance between them for any amount of time always left something of a pit in her stomach, but she rarely worried. Watching Mara through her Ghost-link was no help, either - it had only made her more anxious with each missed step in a fight. Mara rarely placed herself in difficult situations, but there were some that were not to be helped; Ikora knew this from experience and forgave her for it, but was no less anxious to set her hands on her for reassurance and a good once-over or four. However many it took to make her feel confident that all was well.

As soon as there was any even ground between them, Ikora promptly closed it, reaching out tentatively toward the younger Warlock but leaving her hand to hover halfway between them. She rarely looked so distressed - her usual tired eyes glowed with a faint flickering flame, her frown aged her slightly, and her brows were knit together harshly as she glanced over Mara from where she stood in front of her. It was all she could do to reach out with her Light to touch Mara’s own. Their bond was unique, as teacher and student, but also as friends, even when compared to the bond she shared with her current Vanguard partners. And there was nothing quite so reassuring as feeling Mara’s Light reconnect with her own, warm and inviting as always. There didn’t seem to be any pain there.

“You’re...alright,” she breathed, more a sigh of relief than an acknowledging statement. When Mara smiled up at her, it seemed tired, but genuine, and that was the last straw. She seemed as though she was about to speak, but was quickly interrupted when Ikora stepped forward, closing the last space between them as she wrapped her arms around Mara tightly, holding her as though she hadn’t seen her in months when it had really only been just over a week. When she spoke again, it was little more than a mumble as she comforted herself in having Mara in her arms. 

“You’re alright.” Another short sigh left her as she slowly pulled away from her apprentice, though she remained close enough that she could comfortably rest her hands on Mara’s shoulders and look her in the eyes. “That was too much. I shouldn’t have sent you alone. I’m sorry.”

Love and relief was written all over her as she relaxed and smiled with just a hint of melancholy. 

“Welcome back.”

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Every now and then this would happen. It was rare, and it amazed her how some Guardians were so consumed in their own egos that they didn’t care about or even consider the implications of their actions, but it did happen.

This time it was a Titan; it was almost always a Titan. Perhaps it was because Titans were made for conquest and the need to overcome obstacles ran in their blood. Perhaps it was because of this that Titans were also often very dense or uncaring for the feelings of those around them, whichever came first. Both were deadly for anyone they considered weaker. Ikora noted this behavior particularly from cisgendered straight men. It was mere coincidence that the ones idiotic enough to try for her tended to be Titans.

Her handling of these situations was mechanical at best, and bordering physical at worst. Her collected manner aided her even amid the rabble of this man’s entitlement, at least at first. He seemed unswayed by her cold attitude, possibly even considering it a “challenge”. He stepped closer to her even as she leaned away, now watching him with a sharp, calculating gaze. Zavala had given her permission to defend herself against Guardians in these situations, but she liked to not resort to physical contact unless absolutely necessary. There were certainly times in which she’d had to shatter a few wrists to shut down advances. She could only hope that with every situation, they would learn to stop. And yet, here they are. 

He’s leaning on the table, having put space between Ikora and her work by taking baby steps forward so her attention was all on him. Her eyes never left him now, but not for the intended reason: she was searching for the weakest points in which to strike him should he take another step. Juggling her gaze from where his hands were at any point as he moved to the position in which he tilted his head; the way he shuffled his feet forward to how he shifted his weight to seem more suave and open. He was certainly open…to every attack she could think of. It would take her seconds to disarm this foolish man. 

Mara had stepped out of the Hall for a breath of fresh air, and Ikora didn’t blame her. Today was a busy one; Mara was busy enough on an average day, between Vanguard work and, frankly, everything else she took on daily. Ikora didn’t even see her come back inside until she was loudly - and somewhat angrily - standing in front of her, facing the Titan she’d just gently pushed back a few steps.

“Don’t touch her. Get out.”

Ikora’s only response to hearing Mara’s quivering voice was to stand up straight again, looming behind the smaller Warlock, raising her chin to look down at the offender and appear more solid and threatening. A moment’s hesitation led to a sour glare from the cornered Titan before he spat a final slur at both Ikora herself and Mara before backing away and leaving the room in relative silence. His word choice was infuriating, really, and from the look on Zavala’s face he had been about to intervene himself, but that was the last straw. A serene exchange of glances between them seemed to calm him enough to stave off the desire to chase down the offending Titan, at least for now. 

She turned back to a deeply scowling Mara with a grateful bow of her head as she took a deep breath, opting not to say anything further about the situation and return to work. She would watch Mara quietly in the coming hour, however, just to be certain she calmed down with time.

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“It is interesting to see the City so festive, is it not?” Etsuko had not actually talked with Mara yet, but she had seen the other Warlock in passing, and it was always prudent to make connections with her fellow Guardians, especially other Warlocks. She sipped her glass of eggnog and surveyed the glimmering lights of the courtyard with a soft smile.