Well, crap.

[galactic_geezer]

[Charon stands in the CMA, a pen clipped to his lab coat, a small notebook in one of his pockets, and an irritated look on his face. He glances around from side to side and clears his throat before he speaks. Not that it does him any good, since his voice has been blown out completely. He sounds raspy and barely audible, hence why he came prepared

Comments

[mtsilver_champ]

I would normally suggest spring water from Mt. Silver... but it's not on the island.

[galactic_geezer]

I assume you do not presently carry such water, then.

[mtsilver_champ]

Nope, I don't. Sorry.

[pr_sebastian]

My good man, what's happened to you?

[galactic_geezer]

I overexerted my vocal chords whilst under in disguise. I am ill-suited to speaking in high pitches for extens-- [cough cough] --long periods of time, it seems.

[pr_sebastian]

I don't know if you're familiar with something called Salveo weed, but when I was just a lad it grew in abundance near our home. It's often used to cure status ailments caused by pokemon attacks, most notably Stun Spore.

Anyway, whenever I would get the rasps my mother used to boil it in milk and honey on the stove. As you can imagine, its natural healing properties would work wonders on a sore throat. Very soothing.

Of course, first you would have to FIND some Salveo weed.

[galactic_geezer]

While botany was never my main field, I have heard of the weed's properties. Should there be any Salveyo present on the island, your remedy sounds worth attempting.

Does it grow in any particular environments?

[galactic_geezer]

[Oh my, a hug. Charon freezes up for a few seconds, trying to figure out how to react. Finally he looks over his shoulder at her, giving a half-hearted smile.]

Er... thank you, Francesca. But do mind my throat, if you will.

[galactic_geezer]

Quite observant of you. Was it the Interpol agent's recent entry that made you aware of the matter?

[detectivelooker]

Oh, Charon, why were you not simply asking if I had one? I am always carrying plenty, owing to the fact that the old company credit card, it covers anything I purchase.

[galactic_geezer]

[Charon glares at Looker.]

Your sympathy is neither required nor sought out, agent. Given the current state of my throat, however, throat lozenges would do little good anyway.

[galacticred]

*Mars walks into the CMA and looks around for a moment before noticing Charon, and his almost non-existant voice*

*Calls out to Charon* Ahahahahaha! Serves you right you fat idiot! If only you had lost your voice much earlier, everything would have been much more tolerable! Then if we got rid of Saturn, things would be perfect...

[galactic_geezer]

[Charon glares at her angrily and yells from across the CMA. Or rather, he would, if he hadn't momentarily forgotten that he's still lost his voice. Mars probably can't hear him at this distance.]

Much as it is a shame that your mouth has not yet been sewn shut, Mars!

[galacticred]

*Mars laughs even harder at the inaudible yells from her nemesis, almost falling down from the intense humor*

Ahahahahahahahahahaha! This is just too good to be true!

*Mars pinches her arm* Ow...

Oh, but it is real! Yes! Ahahahahahahahaha!

[galactic_geezer]

[Her laughter makes his annoyance level skip right over the standard "mild irritant" stage and proceed straight to the "flat-out pissed-off" stage. Charon walks over to her, his fingers twitching as though he would love nothing more than to wrap them around her throat.]

I am no less of a genius without my voice, Mars. And unlike our last encounter, I have a suitable counter to your Purugly.