Stoicism came naturally to Glynda, and outwardly this was certainly evident; however, internally her mind was racing at a speed that would've impressed a certain hyperactive professor. 'No one has even remotely considered the possibility that this man could very well be the Monster…'' She looked at the cryopod with apprehension. 'I certainly hope that the Headmaster's judgment is not clouded on the matter. Having him in Beacon would needlessly endanger our students…'
"James, I would very much appreciate it if you were to lend some of your finest scientists to examine that Vault. I do believe that it would be prudent to keep this from the Council if we are able." She had heard Ozpin call out, "No doubt that they would wish to make some sort of profit off what we have found as opposed to putting it to good use." In a way, it amused her that such a rare find would stoke the Headmaster's annoyance with the Council.
"Don't worry Ozpin, I'll make sure to send my best agents along with them. Our specialists should be enough to deal with any Grimm that come by." Ironwood sounded unsure of something, "Although…the Grimm seem rather keen on avoiding the place."
"They do indeed. Peter said the same thing yesterday." Glynda replied as she continued to look over the blond in the cryopod. "It's consistent with the other vaults, though this vault's perimeter is considerably larger than the others. Typically, the vaults have a perimeter of two hundred fifty meters that the Grimm avoid, while this one has one kilometer exactly. Apparently, Peter had some aerial reconnaissance done on the area around the vault." Certainly, Port's speeches could get very wordy; however, Glynda could easily appreciate the encyclopedic knowledge that the man had.
"Initiating landing procedures, please hold the cheering until we've come to and full and complete stop. I need to concentrate here people."
"Docking procedures complete. And none of you have any idea how close we were to dying. Thanks, a lot!" The helmsman cleared his throat before adopting an imperious tone. "Ladies and gentlemen, you have noticed that we have come to a full and complete stop. When you exit, please do so calmly and accordingly."
Glynda glanced back at Ozpin, wondering if his penchant for hiring eccentric people had finally died down. Yet the Headmaster seemed to rest upon his cane, eyes closed and an odd smile upon his face.
"I hope that you continue flying Beacon Air, (not that you have a choice), where we'll get you where you need to go, (whether you like it or not)," the helmsman called out, purposefully mumbling his words, "For some of you that are more charitable, I never say no to gifts. You know, for getting you all here quickly and in one piece. That is all."
Glynda rolled her eyes in annoyance. Some things never did change with regards to Ozpin. The Headmaster was a confusing man, in one moment he could dominate a room with his mere presence and in the next complain about his inability to allocate a third of the quarterly budget to coffee.
With a swiftness that was to be expected of Beacon's medical staff, they rushed towards the private dock and met with the trio. Glynda followed Ozpin and Ironwood as they entered the observation room where they watched as the medical staff begin their work. The cryopod was deactivated with the utmost care taken to properly defrost the inhabitant. Gently, they laid him upon the table and began to cut away at his clothing. Or they would have, had the clothing not resisted their every attempt.
Glynda raised an eyebrow while sparing a glance at Ozpin and Ironwood. The general seemed as nonplussed as she did while Ozpin seemed impassive as ever. Even dust infused clothing would've been cut with the medical equipment that they possessed. While a startling development, it was by no means insurmountable as they proceeded to remove the man's clothing with the utmost care. A gown soon covered his body; however, Glynda took note of a strange scar upon where his heart was. Dread began to creep up her spine as the medical staff began to connect their patient to their equipment.
Glynda's eyes widened slightly as she observed the most curious thing: The man's body seemed to reject the normal needles that the surgeons normally used. She found herself leaning forward as she observed the man's aura readings. That nothing could be read concerned her. Even if his aura had been depleted, there would have been something. Glynda glanced over at Ozpin and Ironwood, the general seemed to be as stumped as she had been while Ozpin himself seemed unconcerned. Did anything seem to bother her boss? Ironwood seemed more than willing to voice his question; however, "How can someone not have an Aura?" He asked. "The only things that do not have one are the Grimm…!"
"Ozpin, don't you see that we are putting the students in danger?" A voice spoke. Glynda blinked for a moment before realizing that it had been her that asked the question.
"It's alright Glynda. I suspect that this man's aura simply has not been awakened yet." Ozpin smiled. "We will see to that once he has been seen to." The silver haired man shrugged, "But what intrigues me the most is that he seems to be able to regenerate naturally…"
The headmaster and deputy headmistress watched with growing interest. The Vault of the Saint, or more specifically the inhabitant of the Vault should, by reasonable assumption have been a huntsman. Aura was connected to one's soul and only the Grimm could not use such a thing due to a lack of one. What made this man so unlike what they had expected? Glynda didn't have to look to Ozpin to understand that such questions were running through his head as well.
The intercom clicked when Ozpin pressed the button, they had finally secured the man to the various machines that monitored his vitals. Glynda slightly raised an eyebrow, not used to seeing this side of the headmaster, "Please restrain him." Ozpin began, "If possible, take some samples. Perhaps we can find out what causes him to regenerate so quickly." The beeping of the electrocardiogram began to slowly accelerate as the vitals started to stabilize. "Evacuate the room before he wakes up. I must also ask that none of you share what has been seen here, today."
One by one the staff exited the room. For a scant few seconds the sole occupant of the room was alone before the three entered the room. Glynda had stared hard at the staff leaving. Ozpin may have felt it unnecessary; however, she wasn't one to take the chance, "Remember, you are not to speak to anyone regarding what you have seen under penalty of treason."
Perhaps it was unnecessary; however, Glynda felt it was necessary to contrast the Headmaster's soft approach with one that was decidedly harsher. Still, the medical staff had been some of the best from both Vale and Atlas, so there was little chance of them risking the ire of James Ironwood, let alone Beacon's headmaster. Ozpin kept his eyes focused on the restrained man.
"James, Glynda… if you would?" Ozpin beckoned. The audible click of Ironwood's revolver had indicated that they were prepared if things went sour.
The man began to stir, a groan escaped his lips while he attempted to move his arms. Three more attempts had apparently been enough to cause the stranger to accept his predicament, Ozpin observed. The man's eyelids were fluttering rapidly before they slowly opened and vibrant green eyes stared at the ceiling.
A/N: Another new week, another new chapter. This time seeing a bit of the trepidation that Glynda is feeling towards their newest guest. Hopefully his awakening will at least meet your expectations. Until then, see y'all next time!
Wilji1090: When it comes to Aura, all living things within Remnant have Aura. It's what empowers the Hunters to hit harder and take less damage. As Jaune (crudely) describes it, it's like a force field. Being that it's a manifestation of one's soul, the only things that do not have an Aura are the Grimm as they are soulless monsters.