[For someone who has been just transported to an unknown place, Frieren does not appear affected by her situation at all. The faint light that marks her as a creation of data is a symbol on her left hand resembling a typical magic circle, miniaturized to a size where no details are visible anymore.]
I. city
[She can be found wandering the city centre where she sticks out like a sore thumb or eventually in Amberfall, right next to the entrance of the library. She has borrowed a stack of books taller than herself (admittedly, not that big of an achievement) and is currently making it levitate with her magic. One of the books is currently in Frieren's hand and she is about to start reading.]
II. segments
[Frieren has barely made it out of the city. She can be found in the flower yard, studying the barrier spell and trying to reverse engineer how it was cast.
What she has not yet realized is that her magic staff has fallen victim to the omnipresent glitches in the Metaverse. It has become a stick for blowing soap bubbles and is only producing more and more every time Frieren attempts to use magic. The soap smells faintly of cherries and is suprisingly cold to the touch, an unpleasant surprise if the bubbles pop in your face!]
Frieren | Sousou no Frieren || visitor
I. city
[She can be found wandering the city centre where she sticks out like a sore thumb or eventually in Amberfall, right next to the entrance of the library. She has borrowed a stack of books taller than herself (admittedly, not that big of an achievement) and is currently making it levitate with her magic. One of the books is currently in Frieren's hand and she is about to start reading.]
II. segments
[Frieren has barely made it out of the city. She can be found in the flower yard, studying the barrier spell and trying to reverse engineer how it was cast.
What she has not yet realized is that her magic staff has fallen victim to the omnipresent glitches in the Metaverse. It has become a stick for blowing soap bubbles and is only producing more and more every time Frieren attempts to use magic. The soap smells faintly of cherries and is suprisingly cold to the touch, an unpleasant surprise if the bubbles pop in your face!]
III. wildcard
[you know the drill!]