I wrote this yesterday evening...

so it's not REALLY a Wednesday post. But close enough, right? There's this cool word count site I found online: http://www.wordcounttool.com/ I think it's a google app, but I'm not sure. I suppose no one else will care, but I thought it was super cool. And useful, since my favorite place to write on my computer is in Text Edit, which is just a basic .rtf and .txt program.

So! Here's my writing. Comments plz.



   Eteocles glanced up from his drink and saw a beckoning finger. "I think that woman is trying to get my attention," he said in the ear of his friend. The bar was loud and raucous, necessitating close proximity to enable conversation.
    "She might be," Bahden replied uncertainly. Neither of them were used to bars. In fact, neither of them were used to groups of over ten people in any social situation.
    "I might as well say hi," Teo suggested.
    "If you want," Bahden said cautiously.
    Teo walked across the room to the woman, careful to avoid brushing against any of the many people seated at tables sipping beer and occasionally taking shots. "Hi," he said nervously to the woman.
    "Sit," she said cooly in reply. Teo did so. "You stand out like a sore thumb," she continued.
    "Excuse me?"
    "You and your friend over there - you two stand out like a pair of sore thumbs. Anyone who knew what to look for could spot you from 20 miles away."
    "What to look - twenty miles - who are you?" Teo asked, head spinning.
    "You can't be very old. You're what - under 200?" the woman asked casually.
    "That's ridiculous! No one lives that long," Teo said nervously.
    "Under 100, then."
    "Of course!" he said somewhat desperately.
    "And you know particle physics and biochemistry and mechanical engineering, but not how to tell a lie or deal with a Normal," she said with a sigh.
    "Environmental engineering," Teo corrected automatically. "And classic literature."
    "Kid, you're in way over your head. Get your friend over here and we'll go somewhere more private to talk," she said.
    "Who are you? Where do you want to take us?" Teo asked somewhat desperately.
    "My name's Roshan, and yes I'm that one. Hurry up, I need to get you out of here before someone starts asking questions."
    It was the name that shut him up. Roshan: the woman who had vanished for hundreds of years at a time, only to reappear at crucial turning points in Normal history. The woman who had constructed a religion that lasted centuries without her intervention. The woman who began one war and ended another. Roshan was a powerful name indeed. She was well known enough to be imitated, so Teo and Bahden ran the risk of being taken in by a scam. But they were recent arrivals groundside, and had managed to blend in without trouble their first several days. Though they could be injured and even killed, they had excellent self defense training and could be inhumanly - to a Normal - patient. If she could truly pose a threat to them, she was almost certainly not a Normal. And if she wasn't a Normal, then she was almost certainly actually Roshan.
    Twenty minutes later, Bahden and Teo sat in their spartan lodgings across from the woman who claimed to be Roshan. Bahden and Teo could easily have been mistaken for brothers. Their skin was olivine, their noses slightly aquiline, their chins strong, their brows defined. Teo had grey - almost silver - eyes and pale brown hair. Bahden had black hair and dark eyes surrounded by thick lashes. Both were tall and slender with well defined muscles.
    The woman looked young, perhaps twenty-five, but her eyes were dark and faint crow's feet gave weight to her gaze. She was tall and slender, wearing a fitted suit in neutral colors. Her hair was pulled back into a severe bun, accentuating her slightly narrow face. She sat like a well honed blade, poised to slice through the first person to get in her way. She was beautiful and intimidating, but would fade into a crowd. Her face was not quite striking enough to evoke notice, and though she was tall she was not quite tall enough to draw comments.
    The two men, on the other hand, would have to work hard to avoid notice. Their perfect faces and sculpted physiques would be hard to hide beneath clothing, especially with attitudes that evinced certainty in their handsome appearance.