#boxofcharacters ; cornell

[rcsetorn]

He isn't upset about the lack of a bingo, that was fully expected, but he is concerned and has many questions regarding a few of these boxes. Though it was probably for the best that they were not vocalized and instead kept to himself. Forever.

He checked off an important one, and that deserves celebratory tea. Which one? Well... No questions asked, no answers given~

[xamassed]

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"There… That should take care of the pain for the most part, but I suggest taking it easy and resting when you can."

The soft glow that had once enveloped the unicorn's hand soon faded away, revealing the swelling around Anita's twisted ankle had gone down significantly. Normally he wouldn't go out of his way to interact with hikers and the like for obvious reasons, but he hadn't been expecting to run into someone this far out in the woods. People usually, you know, stuck to the path.

After standing up and dusting off his tunic, Cornell reached out and offered to help Anita stand.

"Sorry if this seems rude, but…. why are you all the way out here? I could have sworn that the hiking paths were nowhere near this part of the wood."

"Resting sounds good and all, but. . ." She cut herself off with a grunt as her hand clasped onto the one offered, all of her weight pulled into standing by someone she didn't assume was strong until now. Anita would answer his perfectly acceptable question, but she felt inclined to test her ankle first.

She gave it a slow and cautious twist, the muscle that shifted underneath twinging and pulling a small, pained hiss from the brunette. "They aren't, but I wanted to push myself a little. Thought it might be cool to see what else was around here, but I guess I must have stepped a little too far from the path."

Dark eyes dart from her ankle to the the stranger, whose whole presence alone was strange and made picking out one feature to focus on impossible.

"So. . . we gonna talk about this?" A vague gesture was made in his direction. "Pretty sure I was taught unicorns don't exist — if you are a unicorn. I'm just kind of assuming with, y'know, the horn being all out in the open there. Could be a narwhal thing. Narwhals are the thing out in the water, right? Are you one of those?"

[ironbloodcd]

"What if we took the longer, but safer path?" & gives Cornell to SS!Link LMAO

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     In another circumstance, Link might have agreed to the suggestion, and even preferred it. A safer route, though longer, meant that they would be less likely to run into any problems. It meant that they might not end up risking injury or worse - or, at the very least, that the danger would be lessened. Link knew that Cornell was only suggesting it so that they might have a better chance of getting there in one piece.

     And yet, he couldn’t afford to take the longer path - not when time was of the essence when it came to saving Zelda.

     “We can’t,” the knight says, turning his head to look over towards the unicorn, “the longer we take, the longer Zelda waits, and-- what if something happens because we didn’t get there in time? What if that Ghirahim guy gets a hold of her again before we do?” The very idea has dread welling up in his stomach and Link has to immediately push it aside to avoid lingering on the thought. If he was too late, if he was unable to save Zelda - Link didn’t know what he would do. It was painful just to think about, like a blade twisting at his heart.

     “Listen Cornell, if this is... if this is too much for you, you don’t have to come, but... I can’t leave her waiting more than I have to. Not when she’s counting on me!”

[rcsetorn]

"Ah--! Ma'am, wait! Don't open that bottle!"

It was a matter of seconds before Cornell swooped infront of Beatrix from the other side of his cart, swiftly clasping his hands over hers to keep aforementioned container sealed shut as if something dangerous would spout forth from it. It was common occurrence for customers to smell some of his goods, namely balms and the like, but clearly this one shouldn't be opened despite it's pleasing green color. Catching himself, the unicorn quickly pulled himself back, but eventually leaned in again to take the bottle and set it a little further up where it wouldn't be disturbed.

"S-Sorry about that…. Normally its up high so no one can reach it. I must have forgotten to put it back." He then turned back towards the woman, that look of absolute terror having melted into a sheepish, yet incredibly polite smile. "Malboro poultice. Guaranteed to clear ones sinuses, yet still smells… repulsive. Was there something specific you were looking for? Tea perhaps?"

( carefully hands you the honse )

╼ ༺ :||       Three items had already been examined prior, perhaps a fourth heralded that idiotic superstition of bad luck? (Not that she believed it, of course.) But normally such parental scolding would have resulted in requital snap, especially without due cause. The surprise satisfied most of the void as her eye stared down the unicorn until he would apologize after all, and soon the tension of hostility fading along with it.

Beatrix never would have believed product display an issue, but after an explanation, it made sense why such a poison would be kept aloft. Just a misunderstanding... In turn an unspoken apology settled within her mind.

Offering some return unto former semblance, she fanned the air before her with a grimace. "In that case I'll entrust you locating me something less foul. I can hardly stomach the stench of gysahl pickes by comparison." Simply within sight, and the General vacates.

This time hands remained placid against her belt, not wishing to stir further disruption. "A hand balm, actually. But a new tea sounds delightful as well."