2 The Harbor Part 2

"We have arrived," the old man alerted, his voice was experienced and tired. He linked the boat to the deck and hopped off, waving the new recruits off the boat into the foggy grounds.

"It got foggy—fast," Jawed commented, inching closer to Aster and looking around frantically.

"Are we the only ones that arrive today?" Aster questioned the elder.

"It would seem that way," the elder admitted. Suddenly, a giant red arch appeared in front of them, standing out among the fog. Beyond the fog sat a giant two hundred feet tall structure, with every floor, the building got more abstract and colorful, some pieces of the architecture stick out wildly only to add onto the abstract-ness.

"Woah! This is the Harbor?" Jawed yelped, staring at the base.

Nodding, the elder admitted, "yes, you three go inside through that door, they will be expecting you."

The light inside contrasted the grim outside, with a variety of people walking around the large lobby. Some wore clothes fit for a journey, while others wore medical garbs.

"Are you three the new recruits?" A formally dressed woman asked.

"We are," Rosie quietly confirmed.

Handing the woman their files, the old man said, "here are their files, Miss Lovett."

"Thank you, Mo," Lovett thanked, "and no need to be so formal, just call me Carmen."

Beginning to walk away, Mo agreed, "very well—Miss Carmen." Moments after Mo left, Carmen pulled out their files, along with a pen that seemingly came from nowhere.

"Who here already has a Midnight Weapon?" She questioned, the tip of her pen resting on two unchecked boxes.

Jawed nudged Aster and said, "only this guy,"

"Very well, everyone take a seat and I'll get you all your phycological tests, be sure to answer honestly." They sat in the sizable lobby, which had contrasting wall designs, some expressing concrete patterns, others expressing complex emotions through messy paintbrush strokes. After twenty minutes of silent scribbling, they all handed their pieces of papers into Lovett. She smirked and closed her hands together. "Very nice, Mr. Sace, please follow me."

"Okay," he quietly agreed, walking behind Lovett. Lovett's eyes examined Aster's blade and said, "so, how's your connection to your blade?"

Aster sighed for second and stated, "nonexistent, it hasn't even spoken to me yet."

Lovett's eyebrows shifted with concern and informed, "If you don't have a connection with your weapon and can't use it's ability, then your guaranteed to be assigned to Class D."

"That's fine, as long as I get to fight," Aster said, gripping his blade's handle.

Lovett turned and  a hint of anger in her voice surfaced as she stated, "you really didn't do any research on how anything works here did you? Class D are unfit for combat and aren't allowed on the battlefield." Aster didn't respond as they stopped in front of a metallic door, 'combat' labeled at the top. "When your skills are evaluated, report back to the counter in the lobby," Lovett informed, her eye twitching a little as Aster entered the room.