Gideon Gordon Graves. A memory caster. He could create places from people's memories and make them believe they were actually there via a power he had called the glow. Usually for a quick flirt with a drunken drummer or bassist to forget the pain that was being deemed not worthy by Roxy Richter to date her daughter Dahlia. But little did Gideon know, Dahlia had feelings for him more powerful than any on this earth. He would soon find out, through one of his attempts at getting closer to her. He snapped his fingers and the walls of his mansion soon turned into those of a scene kid dance club. A disco ball had lowered, and loud Blood On The Dance Floor was playing. "Dahlia~", he cooed. The young woman snuck out, looking at the area around her. The dance club she had gone to with him when she was 18. "You..remembered!", she squealed. "May I have this dance~?", he asked, suavely. "Of course!", Dahlia said, accepting. Bitchcraft had come on at this point, and Gideon knew that was her favorite song. He took her hand in his, and began to dance with her. You got no heart. You're a savage, Supreme Havoc. Lead you to the gallows
The x-men awaits. With one blow to your heart, your love will fall apart. Will fall apart now. Gideon spun Dahlia around, waiting for the right moment to tell her how he felt for her. He was soon to be surprised though. "Gideon Gordon Graves...I love you.", Dahlia whispered. This caused Gideon's face to go red, and stutter out. "L-Love you too.", Gideon said, holding her close to him. Hocus Pocus, Tragic Magic. Put this dance floor in a panic. If she hollers let her know. Wine her up and watch her go. Woah oh oh oh. We're the ones you were warned about. Woah oh oh. Fuck with us, We'll take you down. Woah oh oh. Smile in your face just to piss you off. Woah oh oh oh. We're the ones you were warned about. Woah oh oh.
