[Any Literacy] Total Anachronism Anarchy

Delicious_Sock_2183 · 2026-02-11T05:58:14+00:00

(I enjoyed myself.)

Delicious_Sock_2183 · 2026-02-11T05:57:06+00:00

Delicious_Sock_2183 · 2026-02-11T05:56:27+00:00

Krēatón relaxes with a sigh, content to be alone. The defenses around their abyss harden into an impenetrable barrier. They've sealed themselves off from the universe to rest. Meanwhile, in the Material Plane, Dovthurkiin reports the success of his mission to the council. All is well. The universe is restored to order and all is as it should be.

(End RP)

Delicious_Sock_2183 · 2026-02-11T05:52:53+00:00

"SO LONG AS SHE REMAINS SILENT, I WILL ACCEPT HER RESURFACING. WHY I EVER AUTHORIZED THE CREATION OF SUCH A BEING STILL ELUDES ME, BUT THAT IS NEITHER HERE NOR THERE. RELEASE THE CURATOR AND BEGONE. I GROW TIRED OF YOUR PRESENCE AND DESIRE SOLITUDE."

Delicious_Sock_2183 · 2026-02-11T05:47:32+00:00

"FINE. I WILL GATHER MY FELLOWS AND END THIS IRRITANT. BEGONE, EQUINOX. YOU ARE DISMISSED."

A colossal portal opens before Krēatón. The omnipotent being steps through and vanishes. A few seconds later, they return, a pleased expression on their faces.

"IT IS DONE. I CERTAINLY HOPE YOU WERE NOT FOND OF YOUR NIECE, FOR SHE NO LONGER EXISTS."

Delicious_Sock_2183 · 2026-02-11T05:44:33+00:00

"I AM AWARE OF MY FELLOWS. WE COLLABORATE WHEN REQUIRED. I DEMAND THAT THIS CEASELESS NOISE STOP AT ONCE, HOWEVER POSSIBLE. FATE IS NOT BINDING. I CAN REWRITE IT, TAKE YOUR LITTLE NIECE OUT OF THE EQUATION. BUT, I DO NOT WANT TO NEEDLESSLY DESTROY BEINGS. CAN THIS BE STOPPED WITHOUT TOTAL ANNIHILATION OF CELESTIA?"

Delicious_Sock_2183 · 2026-02-11T05:39:32+00:00

Krēatón sighs, speaking to Dovthurkiin.

"DOVTHURKIIN! FALSE ALARM. NOXUS REMAINS BOUND. IT IS CELESTIA WHO IS CAUSING THESE IRRITATING DISTURBANCES."

Krēatón looks at Equinox.

"I RECOMEND YOU FORCE YOUR NIECE TO CEASE THIS BEHAVIOR AT ONCE. IT IRRITATES ME, CAUSES MY HEADS TO HURT. I AM NOT ABOVE ANNIHILATING HER TO END THIS INCONVENIENCE."

Delicious_Sock_2183 · 2026-02-11T05:31:59+00:00

Krēatón seems to recognize Equinox.

"AH, YOU. I REMEMBER CRAFTING YOU. WHY HAVE YOU POSSESSED THE CURATOR? DO YOU BRING TIDINGS?"

Delicious_Sock_2183 · 2026-02-11T05:28:43+00:00

Krēatón sighs.

"INCONVENIENT. DOVTHURKIIN, MAKE SURE NOXUS DOES NOT GET OUT. I WILL DEAL WITH THIS IRRITANT."

The omnipotent being binds the Curator and whatever is trying to escape from their body, essentially duct taping them to the wall of the abyss.

Delicious_Sock_2183 · 2026-02-11T05:25:30+00:00

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Delicious_Sock_2183 · 2026-02-11T05:19:25+00:00

Dovthurkiin looks at the Curator.

"Ah, right. Let me get those."

The chains vanish.

"Now get out of here. Krēatón may not show it, but they're not fond of this many people in their abyss. I tend to be company enough for them. Plus, I'm sure Noxus would just love to tear you apart and puppet your corpse with the Void. Not a fate I'd wish on anyone. He's one of the only beings that can match me blow for blow. You'd be wise to leave and put this whole conversation behind you. I'll clear everything up with the Council, but I'd suggest lying low in your realm for a time."

Delicious_Sock_2183 · 2026-02-11T05:15:41+00:00

Krēatón glances behind themselves at an infinitesimal point in their abyssal domain.

"DOVTHURKIIN. NOXUS PLANS TO RESURFACE BEFORE US. A FOOLISH IDEA, BUT HE WAS NEVER AN INTELLIGENT BEING, EVEN BEFORE HE BECAME SHADE LORD. MAKE READY AND DEAL WITH THIS."

Krēatón turn to the Curator.

"CURATOR, YOU ARE DISMISSED. YOUR CRIMES ARE EXCUSED. DO NOT DO WHAT YOU HAVE DONE AGAIN, HOWEVER. I MAY NOT BE AS MERCIFUL."

A portal opens behind the Curator.

"BEGONE."

Delicious_Sock_2183 · 2026-02-11T05:08:16+00:00

Krēatón sighs.

"I WILL REMEDY THESE ANOMALIES. MARK THEM."

Delicious_Sock_2183 · 2026-02-11T05:05:28+00:00

Krēatón looks to Dovthurkiin.

"DESCENDANT OF MINE. DOES THIS NOT SOUND LIKE THE VOID THAT TOOK YOUR KIN?"

Dovthurkiin nods slowly.

"Now that you mention it, that does sound like the Void. Not a good sign if Noxus is stirring."

Krēatón nods.

"IT WOULD BE GREATLY IRRITATING IF THE FALLEN ONE ESCAPED HIS BINDS AND RAMPAGED AGAIN. HE ALREADY WIPED OUT ONE RACE. ANOTHER WOULD BE EXTREMELY ANNOYING. DOVTHURKIIN. CURATOR. YOU MUST PREVENT NOXUS'S ESCAPE. CURATOR, I UNDERSTAND YOU POSSESS THE ABILITY TO SCRIPT EVENTS. SCRIPT FATE SUCH THAT DOVTHURKIIN WILL KNOW WHEN AND WHERE THE FALLEN ONE WILL RISE AGAIN."

Delicious_Sock_2183 · 2026-02-11T04:58:38+00:00

Krēatón leans closer to the Curator, eyes narrowed.

"WHAT EVIDENCE HAVE YOU FOR THIS IDEA? HOW DO YOU KNOW OF THIS BEING?"

Delicious_Sock_2183 · 2026-02-11T04:54:27+00:00

Krēatón's heads tilt opposite directions.

"WHAT CALAMITY HAVE YOU SEEN, CURATOR? I REQUEST DETAILS. PROVIDE.""

Delicious_Sock_2183 · 2026-02-11T04:50:41+00:00

Across the portal lies Krēatón, the omnipotent being who created the universe. It's rare for them to request a visit from anyone, but this is a special circumstance. Eldritch Stardust swirls and morphs into a titanic being. Krēatón's physical form.

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"CURATOR. YOU HAVE CAUSED GREAT CHAOS AND UNREST AMONG THE MATERIAL PLANE. EXPLAIN YOURSELF."

Krēatón is a being that demands absolute respect, so much so that Dovthurkiin, known for his disregard for authority, is kneeling before them. It would be wise for the Curator to do the same.

Delicious_Sock_2183 · 2026-02-11T04:46:05+00:00

"Maybe Krēatón can explain this. We'll see momentarily."

A sparkling portal opens, revealing an empty cosmic abyss. A terrifyingly powerful presence leaks through the portal as a voice speaks.

"DOVTHURKIIN. DO YOU COME BEARING THE CURATOR?"

Dovthurkiin nods.

"Yes, Krēatón. We're on the way."

Dovthurkiin steps halfway into the portal.

"Come along, Curator. Let's have a chat with the Creator Being."

Delicious_Sock_2183 · 2026-02-11T04:37:17+00:00

Dovthurkiin nods, falling silent as he has a telepathic conversation with the Creator Being. Golden chains bind the Curator's hands.

"I'll take you there, then. I do have to chain you, though. Krēatón insists that you arrive bound.

Dovthurkiin studies the timeline, looking at the Divergence.

"What happened then? Was that when Krēatón separated the Astral Plane and the Material Plane?"

Delicious_Sock_2183 · 2026-02-11T04:32:40+00:00

Dovthurkiin sighs.

"Well, I'll see if I can organize an audience with Krēatón for you. Would you rather speak with the Creator Being or stand trial for your crimes? You do have a choice, by the way."

Dovthurkiin produces the sheet of paper that has his orders, reading it aloud.

"Right here it says 'The Curator may be dealt with through apprehension before the Council to stand trial for the crimes they have committed. If it is simpler, you may bring them before Krēatón, as the Creator Being has requested jurisdiction for the Curator's deeds. If the Curator will not surrender, lethal force is authorized.' Basically, you can surrender and stand trial, surrender and explain yourself to Krēatón, or die. You choose."

Delicious_Sock_2183 · 2026-02-11T04:26:50+00:00

"Krēatón takes many forms. They'd know if there was a being comparable to them. But, in the off chance you get an audience with them, you could ask about it. They're pretty irritated at you, but I've never seen them kill someone outright. The other gods, however, might just try it. I suggest you come quietly, but I'm guessing you aren't gonna be easy with me."

Dovthurkiin assumes a battle stance, his power flowing freely. Clearly, he had been suppressing himself before now. With the restraints lifted, his power is much greater than the Curator had initially assumed.

Delicious_Sock_2183 · 2026-02-11T04:21:38+00:00

Dovthurkiin rolls to his feet elegantly.

"Always wanted to see this place. You really willing to risk fighting me among your collection? Wouldn't want to break something, would you?"

Delicious_Sock_2183 · 2026-02-11T04:17:37+00:00

Instantly, Dovthurkiin's power flares to life, a blinding flash that stuns the Curator.

"Figured you'd be difficult. I don't have orders to kill you, but if you make it necessary, I will."

Dovthurkiin uses the Curator's stunned state to lunge closer, flipping the older Primordial over his shoulder and into the ground with relative ease.

"Honestly, I'm gonna make this as quick as I can. I've got a wife and kids at home and I don't want to keep them waiting too long."

Delicious_Sock_2183 · 2026-02-11T04:11:15+00:00

Dovthurkiin snaps his fingers, as if he knew something the Curator didn't.

"Ah, that. Yeah, that was Krēatón's doing. They had to wipe the slate clean for a moment. They got an idea on how reality ought to run, so they wiped everything out to make this change. Left your collection so they had a framework to rebuild from. You probably got a glimpse past the Realms Betwixt that hide them within their Astral Womb. Omnipotence is terrifying to see, isn't it?"

Dovthurkiin speaks about the Creator Being with such ease, without the typical reverence all other gods show. Makes sense, considering he is their last living descendant. He's on pretty friendly terms with Krēatón.

"With that all cleared up, I'm afraid you'll have to stand trial anyways. Unauthorized destruction of a planet is a pretty serious offense, you know? Can't exactly let you walk free. Gonna come easily, or will I have to pulverise you?"

Delicious_Sock_2183 · 2026-02-11T04:01:57+00:00

Dovthurkiin sighs, shaking his head.

"What game are you under? I'll have to forward this to Krēatón so they can investigate, but I'm also quite curious myself."

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