Friday 1.3

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//Nagi. Naaaagi. Naaaaaa-kun. Wake up. Brad wants coffee, and he asked if you would make it.//

Nagi groned and burried himself in the warmth around him. After a bit, as the pestering got to be too much, he groaned again and collected his mind enough to send back //He must not really want to wake up then... Can't you make it? You're obviously very awake...//

He was tired. He was groggy and he didn't care about the world outside right now because he was also warm and comfortable and it seemed he'd survived the night without nightmares. Miracle of miracles. 

He guessed it had a lot to do with him being in Farf's room though, the older man protectively curled around them.

He tried to go to sleep once more but it was to no avail. //Damn it! If you want me to wake up than you have to give me some of your coffee...//

He cuddled into Farf a little more.

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Brad looked at Nagi, momentarily confused by his question then looked to Schuldig.

"I assumed Schuldig had filled you in."

For Schuldig to have said nothing at all, even about the mission details, meant that he was far beyond worried. And, for once, Brad couldn't fault him for it. Brad needed to see the redhead through this, as well as Nagi and Farfarello. The key was finding a way to see himself through it as well.

It was time to break his silence.

"I had a vision last night. The weapon will be tested tonight in a movie theater. It is too big a risk for us to deal with it alone. That is why we are going to send in Weiss. We'll pick up the pieces we need after they deal with the disk. That is the message you will be delivering. Tokyu Theater, Shibuya Station - the movie starts at 8:30pm the attack will be at 8:47pm."

Brad sipped long at his coffee, draining the cup, then stood to refill it. He was stalling. His instincts told him to do as he had always done - only provide information on a need to know basis. Spelling out his weaknesses was hard for him to admit to himself more or less to his subordinates.

Subordinates.

He glanced at each of them as they ate. They were no longer his subordinates. They were no longer technically a team. They were together solely by choice now. Brad couldn't find a word in his considerable vocabulary to adequately describe what their ties to one another had evolved into. Nagi and Farfarello needed to know. If they found his damaged talent useless, or worse, a liability as Schuldig had originally suggested, they could chose to leave. Crawford had to face that possibility. He didn't free them all just to enslave them to his will.

"My visions are... changing. I didn't only see Soundwaver being put to use, I heard it. Experienced it. It was full emersion, the same as being there. We will NOT put ourselves at risk. This is Kritiker's mess and we will leave it to them to clean it up."

Brad returned to the table, focused on the plate in front of him. He didn't know what to expect in response.

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[[That was me... obviously!]]

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Farfarello's attention focused entirely on Crawford at his mentioning the change in his visions, and he took a moment to think about that, and how it would effect everything.

If Crawford got an intense vision in the middle of a mission, he was useless; that was always true, but infinitely moreso now. Especially if he was experiencing the effects of everything in the vision. If he died in the vision, what would that mean for him then?

Farfarello looked Crawford up and down, as if assessing whether or not he was fit to even be in the field, though he figured that if Crawford thought he was useless to them that way, he'd be smart enough to pull himself out without needing them to do it for him.

Instead, the Irishman nodded once in acknowledgement, knowing that Crawford hated to admit any perceived weakness, like this.

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As Nagi listened to Crawford's brief explanation, he felt something cold form in his chest. It was... Upsetting, to say the least. Crawford had said previously that project Soundwaver had the ability to kill psychics. If he experienced the effects first hand, did that mean the man had been very close to dying?

"The seizures." Nagi's voice was devoid of emotion as he made the statement. He wasn't sure if having an explanation for the seizures made the situation less or more freighting. He'd have to think on it. He already had so much to think on the last few days. It was so much. Too much had happened in too short a timespan for Nagi to have time to carefully analyze and place and it resulted in a mess of 'things to think on later' that was really too big for his usual orderly mind to process. And things kept being added.

For all appearances Nagi was simply sitting there, eating slowly, but in his mind he struggled to pull down shields that he had not needed in a while. Once upon a time, detaching himself from his emotion had been a second nature, so easy that it required thought nor effort. It just happened.
Now though, it was like trying to pull down shutters rusted from disuse.

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Brad has seen that look on Nagi's face too many times not to recognise his struggle. He had been forced to drill it into the boy's head - emotional attachments, especially to his team, were dangerous. And they still were, to a point. How could he possibly explain that to the boy when he had a tentative grip on the concept himself.

A worried Nagi was in no one's best interest, however.

"I've had seizures my whole life, Nagi. They aren't dangerous. I've learned to control them - only far ranging visions are still capable of dropping me like that now."

Brad fixed his attention on the boy, needing to see that he was hearing the words, understanding them.

"I said it was nothing to be concerned about, and it still is not. The vision I had was far ranging - possibly 25 years or more - and it will take me a long time to work out all the details that it showed. My contact with Balinese finally triggered it but it had been waiting to happen since the Tower."

Brad was leaving out some fairly large details but those WOULD worry Nagi. Hopefully, this explanation would be enough to put both his and Farfarello's minds to rest.

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((...I just have to say; fat chance. Farf is somewhat appeased.. Still unhappy about having been left in the dark - and he knows there's more going on =P Brad can keep hoping though!))

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Schuldig chewed his food, listening to Brad and watching Nagi and Farfarello. The Irishman seemed calm as ever, but then, he always seemed calm unless he was actively killing someone. He was like a storm, really.

Nagi though... Nagi seemed more like an nuclear meltdown. Everything seems fine until the warnings start going off. If you heed the warnings, the meltdown can potentially be avoided. But if you ignore them, it could be catastrophic.

"Plus, you know, he's stubborn as a mule." Schuldig quipped, shoveling another bite of egg and ketchup into his mouth. "When has anyone, or anything, ever told Brad Crawford what to do?" He smirked.

"Our powers get stronger with age. He's had a power spike like this before. He learned to control it, and he can do it again." He glanced over at Brad.

"I love him. I always have." The words replayed in his mind.

"He has to."

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Twenty five years in the future and Kudou had triggered it. Nagi's head latched on to that fact and started analysing it. An event so far in the future was less threatening after all.

It meant there was a large chance Crawford was still alive in twenty five years. While there were many cases known in which precogs had Seen events in the far future, further than their lifespans, they often had relevance to some offspring of theirs. The thought of Crawford having offspring was enough startle Nagi out of his funk and into a wave of amusement. He didn't think the world was ready for more than one of the man.
Also, as far as Nagi was aware, Crawford's visions were known to involve events with personal relevance to himself. Not that odd, if one took into account his personality. Twenty five years were a lot to work with.

And then there was the fact that Kudou had triggered the vision. That usually meant that the man was involved somehow. The idea that they would still be involved with weiss in twenty five years seemed so ridiculous it was almost funny. He'd be what? Forty by then? And he was the youngest among all of them.

Assassins didn't live that long usually. Especially not ones without and psychic talents to back them up. Then again, the other team were like the cockroaches his team members had sometimes accused them of being. They kept mysteriously popping up whenever anyone was convinced they had to be dead now for sure.

It could also mean that Kudou was the only one alive at that point. Even so, that would be quite a feat.

The fact that they all grew stronger as they grew older was no news to him. It had been recited to him as the reason for the early appearance of his powers. Also, he had felt them grow on many an occasion and knew that they were to grow even stronger in the future. It put some urge behind the need to master them completely. He'd never thought of Crawford's powers growing however, but now it made sense.
A natural occurrence in the man's life. He was one of the most powerful lucid Precogs known, if not the most powerful, and the fact that his powers would take him into hereto unexplored territory wasn't all that odd.

Crawford said he'd learn to master it, and Crawford was always right. He'd just have to wait for it.

Nagi gave a nod, all the while continuing to eat quietly.

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Farfarello had been watching Nagi intently as the 'nuclear meltdown' threatened to overwhelm all of them.. He glanced at Schuldig briefly when the man spoke, then back at Nagi. A faint, relieved smile played on his lips, and Farfarello nodded his thanks to Schuldig for helping Nagi avoid that.

He didn't say anything just then, just watching and listening, taking his time to form his own opinions on everything he was hearing. Despite his bouts of insanity, he did, on occasion, take the time to think things through.

Really!

Well.. It was known to happen from time to time, anyways. But that was beside the point.