"Don't have much of a story really" Robin smiled as he leaned back in his chair. "I grew up just like everyone else, got drunk one night and I sort of blew up....that's about it really" Even now, he found it strange that he could talk about all of this power stuff so openly. A year ago he would never have even thought about it. "I wouldn't worry about your Dad, mind. At least he's protective of you and wants to know your safe. I haven't spoken to mine in over a year" Robin reached across the table and pushed his now empty bowl of gumbo to its centre. "That was some good stuff. I think I'm gonna like it here" He looked over to Lina with his light blu eyes and was astounding. Here was a girl, barely older than him, drop dead gorgeous and who had just been shot at point blank range and she seemed absolutely fine. This new world, it was going to be a lot to get used to. "I suppose I better go unpack. Not that there's much to unpack, I've got clothes and a guitar. Looks like I'll have to do some shopping, maybe you can help me?" He chuckled softly as he ran a hand through his shock of red hair.
Looking over to Lincoln, Beau sighed. "I'll tell her" It wasn't an enviable job put it that way but he didn't mind. He wasn't scared of Zalika. A lot of the time he was scared for her. She just seemed so withdrawn sometimes, it wasn't healthy. Leaving the library, Beau made his way first to his own room. Peeling off his leather jacket, he quickly changed is bloodstained white shirt into a grey vest. Reaching into his stocked up mini-fridge, the cowboy pulled out a six pack of beer and then left the room. As he walked through the halls, Beau felt very out of place. He always had, even when he was a student. He remembered hist first day as a student under Professor X. During orientation he sat behind Zalika and Cat, who were instant friends and next to them was Lincoln. They were the "core four" so to speak to other students but when in actual fact it was always those three and Beau in the back. At that point in his life, he was just seen as a country bumpkin. Now he's seen as a biker. Oh how he loved stereotypes. Entering into the gym, he watched as Zee pummeled a training bag repeatedly. "Now calm yourself, Mamacita. What that poor bag ever do to you?" Beau spoke with his smooth drawl before walking over and sitting on a nearby bench. "I brought beer to soften the blow" He cracked a two bottles of ice cold Budweiser open and left one on the side for her. Taking a swig from his own, he looked to her with a frown. "Logan and Tony are coming by"
Waiting until Beau had left, Licoln pulled out his Blackberry and called up an old friend. "Hey, it's Lincoln. Yeah I'm good, listen I need a favour. I need you to send me a file. It's pretty urgent, it's the file marked 0032. Yeah everything. Do this for me and I'll make that little debt of yours go away. Good girl, talk to you soon" Hanging up the phone, Lincoln proceeded to make the short walk to his office. Locking the doors behind him, the throughbred quickly opened up his computer and checked his emails. Most of them were strictly business, being a teacher wasn't enough, Lincoln still needed to make his millions. He disregarded most of them in favour of the one he had asked for. 0032. Opening up the file, he scanned through it's contents with his big brown eyes and was shocked at what he read. If this is who Lina and Beau crossed, then they were all in the shit. Plain and simple.
Loosening his tie a little bit more, Lincoln decided it was time to pay a friend a visit. Closing down his labtop, he turned off his phone and left his room. Creeping into Cataleia's office, he locked the door behind and a light smile crossed his face as he watched her relax on her velvet couch. "Well this brings back memories" He laughed lightly before crossing the floor and sitting on the edge of the couch. Placing a hand on her soft cheek, he leaned down and allowed their lips to meet for a moment of bliss before pulling away and sitting back up, relaxing his hand on her leg. "You ok? No offence, sweetheart but you look worn out"