Randa's grip released on the humans collar as Zonia convinced him to back off. His glare however almost kept him pinned to that wall. As Marshall spoke, Akma began to wander around the office, looking and poking at things he probably shouldn't touch. Tanta was too busy watching events unfold to keep an eye on the bat as he paroused around. As marshall pointed, Randa looked over to Akma as he adjusted his glasses, pretending he could read what a particular computer screen displayed as the green numbers flew past on the black screen. He knew several dims who were deaf or blind, and all of them were considered useless like Akma was, left out in the street to starve via survival of the fittest. If it wasn't for Tanta and other Dims charity, Akma and others would surely be dead. But with a pair of glasses, it seems that Akma, while crazy, could potentially be fit to work in the Tinderbox again with everyone else. Glass and wire.

Randa thought about that. This kid had points, and Zonia was right. He didn't look like a SWAT. Hell, they wouldn't even let him on the training course with how scrawny he was. What the boy said next, about the avian, about the wall, made him remember. That wall wasn't always there. But damn, they built it as fast as they could. Ever since then, he hadn't seen a human he liked. But was there a time when he did? It had been so long since he had seen a human not in a blue uniform.

As Randa fell into thought, Tanta had taken notice of Akma's poking and prodding, and had gone over to smack his hand off of a keyboard. Both of them were whisper arguing as Randa and Marshall talked before Tanta perked up. "Geneticist?" Randa had never heard the word, but Tanta had.


Marshall now had the interest of both Randa and Tanta. For Randa, he represented a link to the human world, and for Tanta, a trove of information that could potentially help better Dimkind, one Dim at a time. But most importantly, he could give insight into the world as it really were, not just behind the veil of the giant concrete and stone wall.

As Akma and Tanta went back to arguing, Randa approached Marshall once more.

"Well. I'm glad Zonia was here to calm me down. I hope you understand why I have my reservations... Not to mention something that happened last night. Its very wise for Zonia and I to be paranoid right now. "
He said looking around the room to her.

"But you need to help us." He continued. "We want change, and so do you. And if you help us out, maybe we can find out where your your friend was, if they're still alive." He didn't sugar coat it. But to show his opinion had changed, he held out his good hand, looking Marshall in the eye.

"Don't take this lightly, friend. This will be the first time I've ever wanted to work with a human. And this is the start of a revolution."

He waited to see if the young man would shake his hand.

Zonia was happy to see she had calmed Randa down. She knows he has a right to be so paranoid, they both do. She takes a step back giving Randa a little elbow room and she gets lost in her thoughts. She tired to remember the time where the wall was just being built, she can hardly remember interacting or even seeing other human who were in all blue. Zonia's eye's turned to Tanta and Akma whom were arguing in a whispered tone, then back at Randa and Marshall who's conversation she could hear more clearly. She listened to Randa tell the poor boy some details as to why they were so paranoid and that he wanted his help. Her eye's widened a bit. Her tail flicked in excitement, Randa wanting a human's help? He must be desperate, however Zonia can see this boy wants to help as much as we need him. By the way he was talking he made it seem like he's had enough of the separation of the two species.

Zonia's eye's were fixed on the boy, ears perked up studying him. She'd never seen one this close up before, their skin was relatively smooth. The fur on top of his head looked silky in a way, but also soft. His body was scrawny, no way they'd let him be on the SWAT force no muscle to him. She smirked, to think she was afraid of him when he first was drug inside. If things work out well for them, they could have their little organization going smoothly. There's just one problem, where would this boy be staying. Would he risking leaving and reentering through the same hole in the wall where he came? He could always stay in the basement of her shop, where the meeting would be held, but she's not sure how homey it is in there. She'd want to clean it all up and make it into a kind of livable place, even for their meetings and such.

"Hey Randa. If things all work out and he's going to help us where would he stay? before speaking again, she clears her throat. Her eye's shift around to everyone "I mean are we going to risk him going through the same way he got in here? It could be dangerous." Zonia adds, she'd want the boy to be safe as for him being on their side. He'd be a valuable asset to the dim community.

It was just getting dark and the curfew would be enforced soon. Luckily, Vale had two aces up his sleeve as he made his way to his apartment; he always carried his papers with him and tonight he was being escorted home by Officer Ravenlight.

"It's getting close now. This place is a powder keg waiting to go off. We were designed for battle and this ...uprising, this revolt, it's not going to end well. I hear the whispers, I see their faces and the docile obedient pets they put in here are not going to be the beasts that bust out." Vale spoke keeping his eyes forward and his voice at a level whisper so that any casual observer wouldn't hear or realize they were talking to each other.

"Yeah, I know. I'll be right by your side when it happens too. At this point the only thing that will wake them up to their own ignorance is going to be a revolution. I'm counting on you to get the stuff I'm smuggling in to the people who can use it the most."He said, not breaking his stern emotionless expression under his helmet and visor.

"I run a pawn shop, I see some of the most desperate and mentally broken people around. Those are the ones with nothing left to lose and the perfect ones for the revolt."

The two soon arrived at Vale's apartment. After ensuring that Vale made it inside, Haze left to continue his rounds. Vale was unable to just go right to sleep being as worked up as he was, so he made himself a sandwich and turned on his tiny little tv. Normally Dims weren't allowed such luxuries as a TV, but as a pawn shop owner, he had access to things that other Dims didn't. He fiddled with the antenna until he got a signal through the static. It was the local news of the city on the other side of the wall. He watched intently until they began to repeat the stories and he was thrilled that there was no mention of rising tension in the slums.

"Good, they still have no idea what's coming."

"Geneticist," Marshall quickly explained, while Randa was contemplating what he had said, "is someone who either studies or manipulates DNA. My father worked with the team that... Well." He gave Tanta a slightly sheepish grin, before returning his attention to Randa. The wolf was obviously agitated about something, but that was only to be expected. Ten years behind that damned wall would make anyone agitated. Hell, Marshall had lived on the other side, and he was agitated.

He couldn't believe it, he decided, when he listened to the request for help. Of course he planned on helping! Why else would he have crossed the wall? Marshall didn't even think to hesitate when the hand was offered, taking it in a firm shake that belied his small size. He might have been scrawny, but he was by no means weak. "Of course I'll help, you silly man. Why else do you think Akma brought me here?"

He looked to Zonia. She was right that he really didn't have anywhere to stay, but he hadn't been concerned about that. Normally, he was quite good at staying out of sight, though he had to admit, finding a place to stay without help probably wouldn't be a great idea. "If you have any ideas, miss, I'm all ears. And I can pay rent. Brought plenty of cash with me, in case."