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Clarice still didn't sleep in her room. There were trust issues and decorating taste issues, but she was spending more time at the 'compound' as she called the Inn. Since the inhibitor collar was removed, Clarice's powers had been broken. She was pretty sure it had to do with everything that had happened to her, at least she hoped so.

So far everything that she'd tried to teleport came back split in two, even after she'd visited the places. Sometimes, it wouldn't hold true and fizzle out after a couple of minutes. The frustration was growing and she knew that made it even worse. She could hear John in her ear to concentrate on something you like.

She sat in the lobby, in one of the padded chairs, with a glowing light between her hands and a bunch of tennis balls at her feet. There was a light from the ceiling above, that correlated to the one between her hands. Clarice picked up one of the balls and tossed it through the teleport only to have two halves fall at her feet.

"Warm Jelly Donut."

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"Ah." The light bulb went on for Clarice, "yeah I can only do teleporting. The other magical person I met could do more than one ability." Which was why he'd had more than one tail.

"Or you just could be the next evolution of our mutated gene." Clarice offered with a flash of humor.

Sunny smiled and spread her arms wide in a shrug. "That hypothesis will have to be left to a better mind than mine." But now that she knew what she was looking at was a teleportation ability she had to ask, "So is tennis ball guillotine a new trick?"

"I'd say yes, but yeah that's not supposed to happen." Clarice admitted. "As someone back home called them, I make space holes. When it doesn't work, things don't come out whole." She motioned down toward the tennis balls.

"Hm..." Sunny leaned in a little closer, intrigued by this. She had not learned any teleporting spells herself, any getting from place to place faster than normal was due entirely to time manipulation.

Then again, if space and time were supposed to be the same thing, it was at least somewhat related. Possibly. "How is it supposed to work?"

"There are people that teleport, they go from one location to another. As someone I know said, I create space holes. I open a door from one location to another and step through. I have to have been there before or have seen it for my powers to work."

She thought of the last time her powers went crazy, "the furthest I even went was probably twenty miles at a time and that did not turn out well."

"So," Sunny said, considering the problem of the split tennis balls, "What, the door's shutting on the things you're sending through?"

"I don't think so." Clarice made another opening, small as it was and hoped it wouldn't fizzle out in the demonstration. "If the door closed the other opening." She jerked her chin toward the ceiling, "wouldn't be open. I think because my powers aren't working correctly or long."

And with that, the opening fizzled away with sparkles. "That something in the molecules aren't holding together."

To be honest, she really had absolutely no idea how her powers worked.

"Did something change recently?" Sunny asked, turning her attention back to Clarice. "Aside from being here, though who knows, that might be it."

"When I arrived, I was wearing an inhibitor collar. Xavin used some kind of force field to take it off and ..." She motioned toward the tennis balls.

Of course there was a lot of emotional upheaval before arrival but that wasn't anything she was prepared to discuss.

Sunny winced in sympathy. She had never had her powers inhibited in such a way, but she had been separated from them before. "How long were you wearing the collar?"

"Before I arrived, a few days. I think it's the collar, the trip through whatever the hell it was that brought me here and the unconventional removal. Normally it gets turned off first before it's removed."

At least the few people that had it, that's how it happened to them.

Sunny nodded, pointedly not remembering her three days fighting for her life against the djinn. When she'd come out of that, she'd thought for a miserable time after that her magic was completely gone. "Could be the shock of it... well, wounded your power so to speak, and it needs time to heal."

"Probably." Clarice was silent for a minute, then added, "I had a crappy few months before I got taken to Trask Labs. It's probably catching up with me."

Sunny winced in sympathy. "If there's anything actually damaged, one of the resident healers might be able to do something about it. I don't know, but it might be worth a shot."

Two people she'd talked to had given her the name of Molly; someone that would poke around in her head, but after Sonya and the false memories, Clarice wasn't quick to get back up on that particular horse again.

"Any of them just do the physical healing without walking around in my head?"

"Kash does," Sunny confirmed with a nod. "If it's a physical thing, he might be able to help." He'd healed her more than once when they'd had a mishap with the spear--she had the power and the knowledge to heal herself, but because she needed her powders to do that, her capacity was limited. She saved it for emergencies, and emergencies she knew exactly what the problem was.

"Thanks, maybe I'll look him up about it." Clarice might - big might - be okay with that. "Heck it can't really hurt."

Well, it could, Sonya was a prime example of that but since he doesn't walk through her mind, that won't be an issue.

Sunny nodded again. It was no skin off her nose if the recommendation was taken or not. She certainly had her preferences of who she talked to when she asked for help and who she didn't. "Either way, Kash is good people. Grumpy, but that's half the fun of talking to him."

Clarice smiled slightly, "grumpy I can deal with. Hell, I'm usually described as grumpy or bitchy depending on who's saying it."

"Bitchy is an excellent thing to be," Sunny said with an answering smile. "And if that's the case, you two should get on beautifully."

"Then I'll look forward to meeting him." Clarice said, "I can always use another bitchy and/or grumpy friend."

"Then we should also get on just fine," Sunny laughed. "Though for right now, maybe I should leave you to tennis ball guillotine."

Clarice joined her in laughter, already enjoying her sense of humor and bitch/grump camaraderie.

"Thanks. It's a tough job but someone has to make the sacrifice of being the tennis ball executioner."

Sunny laughed harder as she got to her feet. "I believe in your ability to carry out this solemn duty. I'll see you around," she said as she turned to go.

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