<div class="floatleft">(http://vignette2.wikia.nocookie.net/new-monster/images/e/ec/Succubus.png/revision/latest?cb=20150302002317)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Mikah Tempetus<br/><strong>Time:</strong>7:00 AM<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Cafeteria > Hallway > Home Ec. Classroom<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open<br/><strong>Demerits:</strong>None<br/><hr/><br/>The party. Even the headmistress was talking about it. She knew that in a place like this, it was going to be a wonderful way to make connections. Most - if not all - of the student body would be present, groping at each other, licking and sucking and just the idea of it was enough to make Mikah's hands start to shake. She was just so damned<em>hungry</em>. She got up to gather two plates full of food, taking them to a table in a secluded corner. Flirting with those boys had been enough to make her feed instinct rear its ugly head again. She settled down to eat, slightly brooding as she went about it, but hopefully the mood would be lost amongst the children still reeling from the concept of being awake.<br/><br/>The boys she had sat with until the moment of the headmistress' announcement got up from their own table, walking away in a large pack that left a few of their number glancing back at Mikah. She raised her hand, waving half-heartedly (after all, she could really only spare half a thought for them in the first place) until they had disappeared towards what she had assumed was their next class.<br/><br/>Her mind was absorbed in the concept of this party, and how she could best avoid it. Obviously, Lexus would have something to say about the whole thing. Perhaps the tack this time would be that a growing succubus needs to feed. Or perhaps it might be that the best way to prove her superiority would be to take on as many fellow students in a night as possible. Then again, she might talk about how it's the perfect way to make new friends. The last time she'd tried that, Mikah had snapped back in irritation that there was a grand scale of degrees between succubus and slut. They hadn't spoken for two days after that. Such was the price when the teenaged succubus' mother was an ancient.<br/><br/>Mikah finished off both plates, carrying them away and disposing of the remains before heading out into the hallway, making her way to her first class. Home Ec. Her mother's subject, of course. Outside the door she stopped and took a deep breath. She couldn't be hungry, in class. She couldn't let any of her weakness show. Not only for avoiding another conflict with her mother, but also because in a few minutes, the room would be flooded with other incubi and succubi, challengers and subordinates, competitors and other predators and she could not afford to be less than perfect. She would not give anyone a weapon to use against her. With all her internal resolve, she bound her hunger tightly, mentally tying it off and embracing the streams of thought that were safe. In her mind, an unending litany of critical observations sounded. She let her shoulders lower - she hadn't realized she'd been holding them up closer to her ears - and her neck relaxed. She felt herself moving more fluidly as she stepped into the room.<br/><br/>The incubus.<br/><br/>He sat there, consumed by whatever sounds were faintly emanating from his area. He seemed to be moving, consciously or not, to a rhythm she could almost perceive. Everything from the tilt of his head to the movements of his fingers to his very breath seemed to come in time with whatever cacophony he was currently enjoying. For a moment, she considered approaching him to determine why he hadn't acknowledged Oriana in the hallways. She stood there for a long moment, debating with herself before she decided she was in no mood to try being nice right now. She wasn't keen on trying to honey-talk a belligerent incubus. She turned away to take a seat on the other side of the room, and then froze. That was a move of weakness. Instead, she brazenly walked over to where he was sitting, taking up a seat directly in front of him, forcing him to look at her back in as close to a gesture of dismissal as she could force on him.<br/><br/>Why was he here so early anyway? The idea irritated her. She was supposed to have her choice of seats in the class, given that her mother was the teacher. She was supposed to get what she wanted first, leaving those like him to scrounge around the fringes for whatever was left. She wondered idly if he was one of those the headmistress had called out earlier. She glanced back over her shoulder briefly. He didn't appear to be violating the dress code. And while she couldn't say for sure that Kendra was a female's name, he certainly didn't look like he'd just gotten out of bed and run here. No, he was in the hallway before the announcements. He couldn't be Kendra.<br/><br/>She turned in her seat, banging on the desk in front of him with a single loud '<em>tap</em>' that resounded in the rest of the room, and if necessary was prepared to repeat the gesture to get his attention. "Are you Phenex?" She asked, when she thought she might be heard.