[center][h1][color=f9ad81] Gol Zhavromi[/color][/h1][/center]
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Gol let the water run through her fore arms, taking two handfuls and splashing it to her face. Turning the faucet off she grabbed the towel slung on her shoulders and dried herself. Taking a satisfied look at herself in the mirror, polished horns and grease free, while tucking strands of her hair behind her ears. The longer she stared, her nose wrinkled at the unflattering sight of dark circles around her eyes, clusters of freckles on her cheeks and oh my god is that a huge ugly zit? [color=f9ad81]"[i] Man, This job's taking a toll on me. [/i]"[/color] She heard a grumble below her, as if to second her statement. [color=f9ad81]"[i] And I think I just grew a second stomach. [/i]"[/color] 

Exiting the bathroom,  she headed to the cargo holds. Grabing somthing to drink at the coolers, she went and checked the ration storage. [color=f9ad81]"Well hello."[/color] At the depths of the refrigerated containers, there was a box of chocolate bonbons neatly hidden as if someone attempted to save it for some special occasion. Gol thought the owner wouldnt mind, if they did they should've hid it better enough. She grabbed the box and tossed a piece of delight in her mouth.

After that Gol then went to the Main hold for the briefing. Matthew was at it at his favorite victim again. For some reasons, of all the people he had pulled a prank on, Kayala's the most fun (Gol herself being the total opposite). Could be that she makes the best comebacks, or because of  glorious moments like these. Leaning on the post while popping another treat on her mouth, Gol snickered as Matt's attempt at the Face painfully blew up on his sorry face. [color=f9ad81]"Oooh, Better luck next time, Matt"[/color] Gol teased him.

The senator was just next to her, both of them never talk much except for the respectful nods whenever they pass by w/c Gol never misses. Though she tries to be friendly when she gets the chance, the senator prefers to keep to herself. Which the iradonian respects, surely she has more important things to do than waste time on the grease monkey. Nonetheless, out of politeness, Gol reached her the box, coughing slightly to catch the woman's attention. [color=f9ad81]"Bon-bons?"[/color] she said, then hustled up a [color=f9ad81]"..ma'am.[/color] as if it was part of protocol she's so afraid of breaking.

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[center][h1][color=0072bc]Marcel Severion[/color][/h1]
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The Agent made a dimple as he turned to Targon. Indeed he had reviewed some of his tactics, could say he's a fan even. [color=0072bc]"Ahh, yes of course. 47-b." "[/color] scratching his chin, a habit he does fondly when deep in thought. [color=0072bc]" A rather melancholic start, which i would agree to say it contributes to the psychological torture. The middle was intense, yet unhurried, as if savoring each tormenting slit.."[/color] he turned his head up closing his eyes to recall the rest, one hand behind him. He made a slight frown [color=0072bc]"yet a bit too messy , I wouldnt go as far as calling it'classless', but I think I would've done it quite differently." [/color]he then turned to back to Targon, with a smug smile of his own. "[color=0072bc] I do recommend Scaflo's sonata 10 G Op.14,2 be played in the background whilst torturing. You'll be surprised how effective it is, aside from making the whole moment more delightful than it is."[/color]

Marcel had been an interrogator himself once upon a time, a job he admits is more productive than what he does now. Though sometimes he likes to think of himself as a frustrated artist, and considers every subject a canvas that he can inflict 'art' upon. But after the last he hadnt had much assignment in that department. Deep inside he was avoiding it for some reasons, aside from ruining his favourite suit that is. He might have grown squeamish as time went by, though thinking about it he strongly objects himself on that one. This could be his chance to test himself, even if in the back of his mind he'd rather let the poor sods watch Kordath's magic on a projector screen than doing all that nasty work. 

Marcel then turned to the commodore once again as Shira voiced out her concerns on the mission. [color=0072bc]" Yes, It would be nice to know beforehand if we're about to dive into."[/color] He nodded in agreement with Kordath's suggestion.