...Oh, well, Yahto had not meant to do that. Really, she hadn't. She had simply been playing with a candle, and as innocent as that sounds, somehow one of the flames simply flew, yes, flew to a highly flammable curtain. Not like it wasn't shitty anyway and didn't deserve to be burned. And... sheesh. The inn manager didn't have to be so mean about it. It was just a room, and not a very good one at that. He was just throwing a fit, screaming and wailing in her ear, but it all translated into 'blah, blah, blah, you idiot, blah, blah, blah, you dirty bitch, blah, blah, blah, that'll cost you...' and that was around the time she left the room to get a bucket full of water and toss it on the fire.
After a few minutes of people running around screaming -the hell were they screaming about anyway? And after one VERY stupid question. Now, this question was stupid beyond all reason. Some woman asked her this very question: "Was the room always on fire?" Yahto thought the woman deserved one good punch in the face. But she just responded, as seriously as she could, meanwhile dousing the fire, "Yes, that was always on fire." The woman believed her too. She said 'Oh' and mumbled something about her room not being on fire.
What the hell was wrong with people these days? Did that woman feel gyped or something? Whatever.. None of Yahto's concern.
When it was all said and done, Yahto was standing in the lobby. Then did it occur to her she was now possessionless. She figured it was a good thing she hadn't been carrying any explosives with her or that would have been one serious bitch. She'd be paying forever for this.... Or... she could bail on the bill. Yes. That sounded better. But why wouldn't that manager.. owner... guy shut up? God, he just never quit. Where was the exit? Window? Door? Crowd? People?
Yahto blinked as she glanced around her, ignoring the manager. Did she even have any money left? The owner was seriously trying to rob her. Hell, she figured that the building was better off with a cleared off charred room. Come on, the inn was hardly even third class. Why did she choose to stay here anyway? Oh, yeah... To cut down on paying.
Jeez. Now she had to buy everything all over again. What a great scheme THAT had been. Goddamn.
Oh. She still had that smoke bomb.... Yeah. Of all things to save.
She pulled it off from her waste and contemplated it, looking at the manager and all the people looking at her. Why were they looking at her? She didn't know why. She tossed the smoke bomb out, waved and wheeled away quickly as the smoke puffed out of the sphere and filled the room. She managed to slip unscathed and unnoticed from the room. No one noticed that she had just ran out of the room gushing smoke.
Nope. No one.
What a lie.
It took her quite a while to thoroughly merge with the crowd. Everyone seemed to be talking about something... She wasn't sure what. Hm... Was it the inn? She hoped they wouldn't come after her. That'd be a pain... Ow. The hell? People should watch where they're going... What did that guy look so angry anyway? Oh.. did she step on something? Now some kid was glaring at her.
Oh well. Easy come easy go.
Her true philosphy was: Shit happens. And it does. Uncontrollable shit. They all should deal. Not like she broke bones or anything. Or not like the inn actually fully burned to the ground. Seriously.