Now on to our next contestant.................
me (human mage pc): You ladies are going to swoon when you see this next contestant, especially you mage girls. This templar has all the things we female mages need to stay happy little mages in that tower of ours, huh? *winks slyly*
Alistair: *looking rather smug with himself walks toward the stage*
me: *looking rather annoyed at Alistair* Wait a dang minute! What part of "keeping the mage girls happy in the tower" made you think I was talking about you?
Alistair: *blushes* Oh, um.........nothing........nothing......... *sits back down hurriedly*

me: *glares at Alistair* You told me you were a .................
Alistair: And you told me you had never licked a lamppost! And you were married to a Dalish elf the whole time!!!
me: *glares at Alistair*
Cailan: Oh for the love of the maker, now is not the time for your first fight. Get on with the show already.
me: Sigh. Alright, Cailan, but only because you asked so nicely. *bats eyelashes at Cailan*
Alistair: *sighs and glares at Cailan* *puts on pouty face that we girls think is just too darn adorable*
me: *notices Alistair's pouty face that is too darn adorable and swoons*

Cailan: Sigh *rolls eyes*
me: Before we introduce our next contestant, I just wanted to let everyone know (especially Alistair), *bats eyelashes innocently* that I was able to procure a quickie Vegas Dalish annulment from Cammen. Ehhh, sorry Cammen..........but it just wouldn't have worked.
Cammen: *sad puppy dog eyes staring at pc rather annoyingly*
me: *notices Cammen's annoying and uncomfortable stare* Ummmm, Ali sweetums, could you uh......... *motions toward the tearful elf*
Alistair: On it! *jumps across five rows and pulls out his sword Starfang pointing it toward Cammen* Stop stalking her! I won, you lost. End of story.
Cammen: *nervously* Y......yes ser Alistair, ser. An......And thank you for not k....k.....killing me with your sparkly sword, s....ser Alistair, s....ser.
Alistair: That's King Alistair!
Cailan: Excuse me!
Alistair: Sigh. Nevermind.............. *puts on adorable pouty face again and retakes his seat* *glares at Cailan jealously*
me: Ooooh pretty sparkly sword..............*thinks of Alistair jumping across five rows of seats with his pretty sparkly sword like a knight out of one of those smutty romance novels* *swoon* *drool*
Cailan: *Raises eyebrow* Is she ok?
Alistair: You get used to it after awhile.
me: *snaps out of it* Oh where was I? Oh yeah, the next contestant. From the mysterious mages tower surrounded by beautiful Lake Calenhad (romantic, right girls?) I introduce to you the the studliest and most handsome templar in the Fereldon Mages Tower............Cullen!!!! *smiles excitedly*
Alistair: *rolls eyes and sighs*
me: *bats eyelashes at Cullen* Isn't he just too cute, girls? With thick, wavy hair you would just love to run your fingers through, strong, masculine arms, and such a cute little a**. *giggles*
Cullen: *blushes and takes his seat on stage looking shy and uncomfortable* *stares nervously at the audience*
Alistair: *glares disapprovingly at Cullen, but has to admit Cullen has nice hair* I wish my hair were thick and wavy. Sigh. *puts on adorable pouty face again*
me: So Cullen you are a templar in the mages tower and you are assigned the grim task of um.........putting down......mages who can't pass their harrowing, is this true? What a strong man you must be to overcome........your personal feelings *bats eyelashes* toward the female apprentices. Now don't deny it. I was there. I've seen the way you look at the female mages. *flashes flirty smile*
Cullen: *beads of sweat start to form on his brow* I......I don't know what you're talking about. I.....I've never.........you know........with an apprentice.
me: *flashes flirty smile at Cullen* But you've wanted to........*winks at Cullen*
Alistair: *stiffens jaw and places one hand on the hilt of Starfang*
Cullen: M......me? N....no. That kind of thing isn't allowed between templars and mages. It....It's just wrong! *breaks out in nervous sweat*
me: *moving my chair closer to Cullen* So tell me Cullen would you really have killed little ol' me *bats eyelashes* if I hadn't passed that silly little harrowing? *smiles slyly*
Cullen: Oh Maker! Why are you doing this to me? *looks both terrified and nervous at the same time as nervous beads of sweat trickle down the side of his face*
me: Doing what Cullen? Little ol' me? Why I wouldn't do anything to you........not anything that you didn't want anyway *bats eyelashes at Cullen*
Cullen: Oh Maker! You wicked, wicked woman. Why must you torment me?!! You teased me the entire time you were at the tower and now............now you continue your mesmerizing hold over me. It's evil magic, I tell you!!!
me: *moves chair farther away from Cullen* Now, now, calm down Cullen. There's no evil magic being used here. Just a harmless interview, that's all. *looking somewhat frightened*
Alistair: Sigh. Here we go again. *pulls out Starfang and walks toward the stage*
Cullen: No, you evil wicked woman. You've done this to me for the last time. Now everyone knows my shameful secret..........!!!!
me: Well, not
everyone.......only about 50 million of our viewers at home and of course everyone here in our studio audience........but I mean that's not
everyone.
Cullen: You mages have tormented me for the last time! With your long-flowing hair, long elegant magical fingers, form-fitting robes that accentuate your.......very feminine features........... *foams at mouth*
me: *stands up and backs away nervously* Cullen, now let's just stay calm.........
Cullen: *snaps* Wicked, evil mages everywhere must die for their teasing and torment!!!!!
me: Ahhhhhhhh!!!!! Alistair!!!!!! *flees backstage*
Alistair: *jumps gallantly on the stage wielding his pretty sparkly sword*
Cullen: *grunts disapprovingly* What, I'm supposed to be frightened of someone who failed his templar training?
Alistair: Why does everyone always assume I failed my templar traning. *angry sigh* I left........was conscripted........I DID NOT FAIL!!!!! *lunges his sword at Cullen and chases him backstage*
me: *tiptoes back out onto the stage carefully* Well, that could have gone
so much better. Note to self: must run psychological assessments on all future contestants.
Modifié par amethyst_rose2009, 06 janvier 2010 - 07:06 .