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Creed stood there, blinking, before rubbing his neck and stretching it until it cracks. "Geez, I was at peace, ready to move on... If you're going to revive me, at least buy me a drink first..." His mutterings, hopefully, went unnoticed by the two beings in front of him as he finished stretching, making sure all his appendages worked correctly. For once, there was no chatter in his head, and he was amazed at how absolutely deafening the silence could be. Jacob, Mark, Terra, Raul... All the souls had gone, reduced to energy used fruitlessly to try and revive him, failing before his revival by... whatever did revive him. After the long, yet short time he adapted to his new set of circumstances he looked at the wired-humanoid and the dragon-like creature. "Hello there, umm, yes, anyone know where I am?" He asks. The sword in his hand vibrated a bit, a sigh escaping the blade. On one hand, he was so happy that Creed was alive he felt like jumping into a humanoid form to do a little dance or some stupid shit. On the other hand, he was almost completely certain they were going to go right from being revived to being in a combat situation, again.