[He says nothing as he takes them, and while he doesn't handle them roughly, there isn't the notable care one might take if they were concerned they might harm something as fragile as kittens. Barnabas is confident that he won't, and so he acts as such. Though his stoicism just makes it seem like he doesn't care, and perhaps he doesn't.
Looking to the knife that struck James as it lays upon the floor, he waits just a moment to see if it has any life left in it. Upon concluding that it doesn't, he makes his way over to the cabinet that the kittens seem to be spawning from. Opening it, a few more come out, but with the ones in his arms shifted, he frees up one arm to grab the few that escaped.
Whatever is making them manifest seems to be within the cabinet, and so...he quickly places the kittens back within it, closing the door swiftly as pathetic mewling is all that escapes from their plywood prison. Then he places his hand on the door, and there's a pulse of something. Energy of some sort, the air in the room becoming a little thick, or maybe it's the gravity that's become stronger? Whatever the case may be, Barnabas has done something. And the mewling?
Well...it has stopped.
Barnabas stands and starts to walk towards his knife. He wasn't done using it, after all.]
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Looking to the knife that struck James as it lays upon the floor, he waits just a moment to see if it has any life left in it. Upon concluding that it doesn't, he makes his way over to the cabinet that the kittens seem to be spawning from. Opening it, a few more come out, but with the ones in his arms shifted, he frees up one arm to grab the few that escaped.
Whatever is making them manifest seems to be within the cabinet, and so...he quickly places the kittens back within it, closing the door swiftly as pathetic mewling is all that escapes from their plywood prison. Then he places his hand on the door, and there's a pulse of something. Energy of some sort, the air in the room becoming a little thick, or maybe it's the gravity that's become stronger? Whatever the case may be, Barnabas has done something. And the mewling?
Well...it has stopped.
Barnabas stands and starts to walk towards his knife. He wasn't done using it, after all.]