#{ ooc thank you for the understanding and allowing my dramatics with jesse }

[timelessjesse]

PM: Santana

Santana: I don't know if you played your part of the defense lawyer already, but if you didn't: I won by default with no competence, asshole.

Santana: What happened in your team in the desert? You were summoning MY team non stop.

Jesse: [ Upon the arrival of the messages in the, oh so wonderful Jesse St.James' inbox, a smirk of mischief fell upon his face, as the trickster messages him. Alark, he was one who played a preliminary role in her staying. Alark, the trickster should be rather greatful for the oh so humble Jesse St.James' efforts. A desire to jest with the trickster looms, however,Jesse St.James draws back upon waiting for other concerned messages about him, the greatest treasures all the fools constantly ignored.]

Santana: Jester St. Jasmine, what the hell happened at the last mission? With your team and all, you know, all the summonings, the curse blah blah. How did people got cursed?

Jesse: [ Another message arrives, Jesse St.James dramatically twirls in his chair with the perfect amount of swirl in the turn, perfectly holting at the computer. Jesse St.James claps to himself as his, a cold nay from his side from Sterling St.James. "Silence horse, just for it is I, Jesse St.James who has many other's concerned about my well being, the greatest treasure, that many neglects." He clicks upon the message scowling as it is once again from the tricksters. He closes the screen, swirling away dramatically, other's shall message him. Jesse St.James knows it.

[ After many months of a Jesse St.James dramatic pause, he finally replies..]

Jesse: Trickster, it is I, Jesse St.James the greatest treasure, the prime reason to why you are still in this hallowed halls. I, Jesse St.James may send one a list with ways in which one can thank myself for my utter generosity. Would one be interested in reading the epic forty-five pages that as someone of your stature may say: "saved your ass."

Jesse: It was ridiculous utterly with my so-called team, alas you see trickster they were blindsided by some sort of curse which impaired their cognitive development, their logical processing, blindsided by idiocy accompanied by stupidity, each could not see that, I, Jesse St.James, were the greatest treasure. Have you ever faced such an injustice, something so hideous a catastrophe, a cataclysmic can drum, a damning debacle, a calamity for such a beauty in the world, ( the beauty being I, Jesse St.James ), could one dare to think of anything far more damaging to my enteral soul? Nay nay would be the answer to that trickster.