[As one of the Travellers, Anastasia would eventually find herself accosted by Fatui - at the very least, they only seem to approach her when she's outside the city. A blessing, as her temper flares with every confrontation and she has very little patience for the group trying to go after whom she considers family.

Not that they know that, of course, but it creates a feedback loop; her quick anger makes them believe she knows something, which only makes her angrier. And appealing to her more compassionate side seems to have no effect, considering even on a good day she doesn't care much about the average person.]

I don't give a fuck if she'll beat your ass! Back. Off. [And there's the claymore glittering into existence in her hand, blackened fire licking around the blade. Which only just agitates the group more.]

I'm warning you... [She says, as if she isn't about five seconds away from bludgeoning one of them in the teeth.]

[Why does it have to be a water god? Why does there have to be rain and water everywhere?

As one of the winged Travellers, Anastasia suffers from an unfortunate circumstance of where her wings are not water resistant. Therefore wet wings mean heavy wings, and it's a literal pain - especially when she only still has a mortal body. Plus she's a Pyro, so her Vision is absolutely useless.

At least she has some things up her sleeve, possessing the corruption she regained before along with the powers of her new pact. So she assists the Millelith for now, her claymore and magic able to make quick work of the monsters. And she's ready to provide assistance if needed.]

[And now it's time for the main event against Osial.

Which mostly consists of Anastasia grabbing the nearest Fatui she can lift up and. Throwing them off the platform. It's fine, this is fine. The Adepti might be looking a bit unsure about this method, but it's keeping them away from the ballistae and that's all that matters. And if she can't physically throw them, she'll sure be doing her best to push them into the trajectory of Osial's attacks. (She's just had enough of them okay, she's had enough - )


And later, when Forneus steps in, she only watches with a blink as Osial is soon skewered and shattered like glass. Quiet for a moment, before speaking up.]

That was corny as hell, [Pls...] And what, we couldn't even fight Osial directly? Seriously? [Ma'am the chamber is falling.

Though she can still fly, despite how damp her wings are. So she's ready to offer rides for anyone who wants to be carried down - either like a sack of potatoes or bridal carried, there's only two options.]

[The waters have receded and humanity has proven themselves triumphant. Now all that's left is the clean up.

As someone who can fly, Anastasia is able to provide aid in clearing debris from the harder to reach areas. She's no stranger to hard work, so she goes about it dutifully, still mulling over that encounter. She witnessed a god die, but she didn't really feel... anything, in regards to it? How annoying.

So despite the fact they're triumphant, Anastasia doesn't actually seem to be in the best of moods. And also not entirely paying attention, so sorry if she accidentally throws some debris off a roof and into your path. Or onto you. She'll at least try to be apologetic.]

[Wildcard!!! Feel free to hit me up for anything, or dm me if you want to plot anything out.]