[center][color=a187be][h1]Yayama Yama[/h1][/color]
Location: Esaka's Low Tier
Status: Concerned and confused
LV: 5, EXP: 1/50
Word Count: 571[/center]

The nearby establishment abruptly exploding had not been high on Yayama's list of expected calls to adventure, though it wouldn't be the first time. It took her a moment to realize it was [i]only[/i] one wall being busted out by a ballistic Miqo'te who was, as expected, thoroughly displeased with her current status as a projectile. 

Then the catgirl hit the wall, and [i]she[/i] exploded. "Seven bloody hells!" Yayama rushed forward to see what in the names of the Nine had just happened, greatsword trailing behind her in one hand. The situation then proceeded to get even more surprising, and significantly more confusing, when the dismembered corpse started speaking to her. Unsettling was added to the mix when her limbs extended tendrils toward one another, reuniting to reform as if the stranger before her were some soulkin reassembling itself after being awoken, and not a flesh-and-blood human. The sight was rather grotesque, to say the least, even if there was no mess left afterward. Not the most horrifying thing she'd seen, but certainly not pleasant. [i]This is some Allagan nonsense, isn't it? It's always the Allagans.[/i]

The tapestry of emotion being woven at this time included yet another color of thread in the form of irritation when the recently-un-dismembered Miqo'te began [i]quipping.[/i] Badly. It was honestly difficult to listen to, and she'd had all manner of villains, demons, and villainous demons make various attempts at mocking her. "Short jokes. Really. That's honestly the best you could come up with?" Yayama asked, aloud but not really bothering to ensure the woman heard her as Yayama followed after her. "At least make fun of my eyepatch, or say I'm compensating for something with my sword, or [i]something.[/i]" She was, in fact, short even by Lalafell standards, but she somehow doubted this Seeker - or whatever she was - knew or cared. "It's honestly a bit racist," she grumbled as she entered the building, making her way across the room to position between the angry-looking redhead and the culturally insensitive catgirl. 

"Right, so, I'm a bit of a tourist, so perhaps this is normal around here and I'm the one being ignorant, but I've decided that this fight is both a hazard to the public and irritating to me personally." She pointed her sword forward, first at the redhead, then at the Seeker. "I don't know who started this and frankly, I don't care. Both of you two are going to cut this nonsense out, or both of you are going to become intimately familiar with the sensation of the other's skull smashing into your own." She highly doubted they would actually stop, given how often people actually backed down from fights around here (i.e., never,) but she could at least direct it elsewhere or end it herself. At the very minimum, you're going to take it into some kind of actual fighting arena. It's not as if this city is exactly wanting for them. If not, then frankly I'll just have to beat you until you can't move." 

Yayama brought her weapon up into a high guard, the blade pointed slightly downward as she settled into a proper Ishgardian fighting stance. "You may not know me, but you'll learn soon enough why they call me Yayama the Unrelenting if you choose badly in the next moment or two." She lowered her voice to a stage whisper. "I would advise picking one of the boring ones."