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Clairvoyance
A Brief Introduction
The office. Not exactly the most exciting place in the world. Usually you have to death with papers, often nothing more than walls of text. But this wasn't some white cage, some crowded workspace. Oh no, there was plenty of space in this room.
The room was littered with clockwork and emerald glass. The ceiling was a glass window, with an even complex mechanism above. The table bore a silver frame, stretching out to several feet in a curved angle. The chair behind appeared to be of a mechanical nature, judging by the hydraulics built into it. Behind them was a massive window, doubling as a massive clock.
The occupant residing within the chamber was a peculiar figure. He was a middle-aged man, bearing pale skin and hair. His eyes were a fading brown, hidden by tinted glasses. His garbs were emerald and ebony, with a scarf around his neck. In one hand was a coffee mug, with crossed axes printed on it.
Before him were several papers and photos. To his right, there was a stack of folders, all neatly in place. To his left, old newspaper clippings and files, with the occasional wanted poster. At the center were photos and reports, many of them recent.
The files covered a great variety of individuals, each with their own unique history. Some of them were potential allies, others possible enemies. Some of them have their lives recorded in great detail, others still a mystery. Regardless, there was some truth hidden within these papers, and he intended on finding them.
Some of them were still in their teens, living out their lives. Many of them were poor, or at the borderline between that and the middle class. They each have their own problems in life, something that always held them down. And yet, there was always something that kept them going.
There were some adults within the pile as well. At least one clan or bloodline was here, the surviving members written in great detail. Another man was mixed in as well, long past his prime. A tribe in the deserts of Vacuo had recently caught the interest of a fellow Hunter.
There were some fellow Huntsman within these files. He felt a bit bad for going into their personal lives, but he knew that anyone could change. He wasn't going to risk overlooking a potential traitor. Not with the world in the sorry shape as it is.
Oh, and then there's the urban myths. Many of them were some type of boogeymen in the underworld, mentioned only in whispers. Then there's talk of winged beasts flying in the midnight sky. Many scuff at this, thinking it might just be some Grimm. Others, however, believed otherwise.
The chamber doors swung open, catching the man's attention. Entering through was a fair-skinned woman around his age group. She wore a sort of business attire and a purple cape, the latter bearing a crown-like symbol. The blond-haired woman cast her emerald eyes towards the man, a slight smile on her face. In her hand was another file.
"And how goes your investigation, detective?" She teased her old friend.
"I'm doing just fine, Glynda," Ozpin joked back with a smile.
She handed him the folder, exchanging a glance of curiosity as he took it.
"How're things with Elwood and Kahurangi?" Inquired the Headmaster as he emptied the contents out.
"They're still out performing reconnaissance, but they have been updating us regularly," She replied.
The man let out a slight sigh. "Just make sure that your eye doesn't wander away from them."
The woman nodded, heading back out. Just as she her hand touched the doorknob, though, she glanced back at him.
"If I may ask, what interest do you have in those people?" She inquired, pointing at the papers littering his desk.
Ozpin's smile sank into a more neutral look. "Word tends to spread like wildfire when you know where to look," He said. "Sometimes gossip does yield some interesting truth. Other times, it's…" The man paused. "Something of concern."
"You think any of them could be a potential threat?" Glynda asked.
"Only one," Admitted Ozpin. "But it's better to be safe than sorry."
The woman stood there for a moment, processing what she just heard. She turned back and left through the door, leaving a slightly concerned look as she did so. Ozpin let out a sigh, gazing back at the papers in hand. This was going to take a while…