Actually It's A Recurring Vghvry Thing

Actually it's a recurring Véghváry thing™

Rozy has no idea about modern slang and their meaning, will misuse/mix them in the worst ways possible. She's slowly losing a grip on newer/evolving Hungarian ones, you can imagine how she is with English.

Karma is extremely confused about most Pride stuff & doesn't understand what 'straight' means in that context. For her it means a respectable, honest person, she knows the 'norm' as heterosexual.

Cindy has absolutely no grip on what considered normal due to her insane level of power. That creating a dress out of stars is an everyday trick for her instead of a whatthefuck how is that even possible?? thing

Raia has no shortcomings. She did, does and will do her research to keep herself ahead of the game, as she always had done so.

I will definitely polish this further but here's the rough idea:

Cindy has extremely bad authority problems and dismissal.

This stems from her being the oldest sentient entity born and almost singlehandedly creating, reshaping although barely/rarely ruling the Universe. She is old. Beyond ancient. She has seen all types of governments, civilizations and planets flourish, fall and collapse. What's a god compared to a legend?

When it comes to rulers, humans or entities she doesn't bow, follow orders, speaks freely and at best she is polite but never overly so. She doesn't feel the weight of authority because no matter the situation she is always the true higher power, therefore sees no point in playing a part of hierarchy. However Cindy rarely names herself other than Eternal Fire or The Phoenix, she has to be truly angry to use titles to describe the extent of her authority.

It isn't fully arrogance, more like knowledge/being aware she is simply above. Despite born as human and originally only intended to be a Host for the oldest power she ended up merging with it completely and by now they cannot be told or ripped apart. Young, yet the oldest. Impulsive, passionate yet wisdom of millennias glisten in galaxy eyes.

In "We Didn't Start the Fire," Billy Joel chronicles the four decades of his life leading up to the song's 1989 release. He argues, in the chorus that no generation is unique in having its flaws, atrocities, and disasters. "We didn't start the fire. It was always burning, since the world's been turning."

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The collision with the roof almost couldn't be felt, she burned through the tower almost immediately. Although it managed to slow her fast, unwanted descent from the sky. Grateful for the surprising space within, colossal wings spread wide to avoid slamming into the ground as well. White, bordering on blue flames at the tip of the feathers singed any material they passed close by, the vaguely woman shaped supernova landed with an inhumane phoenix cry. The reply came in form of a laugh more akin to a peacock's call, mocking and amused.

“You are getting so predictable ”

The crystalline woman carefully perched in the air, making sure to not come in contact with the molten metal chuckled mockingly.

“So are you for never starting a fight in outer space.”

The Fire snapped back with a quick scan of the surroundings; probably a sorcerer's workshop and- oh shit. The two entities noticed the human mage in roughly the same time.

“What a shame.”

She smirked with casual cruelty and a spike of twisted excitement as hail and icicles rained down from the ruined roof.

Cindy moved out of ingrained reflex, even if the man was a mage, there was no strong enough defense spell to counter cosmic ice other than her own fire. Careful to not burn him, phoenix wings closed as a protective shield, projecting most of their heat outwards. She still felt three stabs in her left but not enough time to register because she knew Chione too well.

She whirled away from the man, golden white fire exploding from her palm to stop the ice spear hurled down as a twisted goodbye.

An extremely thin tightrope of just enough power in order to not obliterate the whole castle and everyone inside but still prevent the weapon slamming down as it would have the same result. The spear slowed but kept advancing despite the cosmic blaze enveloping it, until it shattered at last, the ruined pieces dissolving in the torrent of white golden.

Wings flared, more than ready for an explosive takeoff to chase down the other entity; stopped by a cry of pain. Universe eyes snapped at the source, three icicles piercing the left completely through.

An enraged huff turned into a sigh, her inferno slowly but eventually dying down. The burst needed to heal such damage would kill the man and everyone within range, drawing her wings back to herself with ice still embedded in them sounded like willing poisoning.

“...Sorry for the roof. And for the other things.” she spoke at last

Gone the celestial visage, jade green eyes looked almost apologetic, the previous supernova hair now light brown shifting to bright crimson at shoulder length. The reminder that the woman was the same entity that melted metal with terrifying ease were the wings, the injured one resting on the floor.

“Are you alright?” she asked with barely concealed worry at the possibility he might've gotten hurt despite her efforts

It would've been rude to refuse, coffee always dried her throat and most of the time it tasted simply terrible. Still...maybe with the honey it could be manageable and she won't apologize for dumping half of the jar into it.

Only a split second; all traces of previous exhaustion disappeared, her smile morphing into an icy sneer matched by the cold fire in jade eyes. “Yeah, been told that already.”

The tension dissolved as soon as it washed over, the moment Cindy realized she wasn't in her old house, her father is six feet under and the gaze of this man was kinder than her own ever regarded her with.

“I...sorry. My father wasn't a kind man.” For some reason she was sure he would catch the barely concealed hint. Jade eyes gently, almost shyly flicked at Koz at the mention, a ghost of a smile at his eyes; they were pretty. Like the fabric of the night sky.

Deciding she didn't want to also burn his apartment down with her disastrous cooking ‘skills ’, Cindy decided to take a seat next to Ari, offering a shy smile; God she really wasn't used to such...domestic situations. Or any kind of situation involving being having a normal relationship with people.

“Accuse me being Miss Arizona, yet I can barely make it to the table” Karma's smile and attitude easygoing, yet Cindy saw the last minute rearranged hair, the sharpened gaze and the slightest tension in her otherwise relaxed position. She didn't ask nor mention, although slightly worried about the other girl could have vision problems with such elaborate scarring around her right eye- Cindy was lucky with her left.

“Let me snake around the heater if possible” her request although not elaborately worded, her tone still polite along with longing looks towards the source of warmth. Almost too long, spidery fingers absentmindedly rubbing, prodding at her shoulder till a brief reaction of pain passed her face like a lightning strike; gone after a second.

New York City, May 1993

JACK had spent a good while tiptoeing around his own kitchen. He had the radio going low as he moved about wearing sweatpants and a tight-fit tank top. He threw on a silk robe that still smelled of Jean’s perfume.

He hit the coffee pot as he swirled around a pan of eggs, a cigarette lazily hanging out of his mouth. Despite it being May summer was a slow start, the heat was on to make sure everyone could stay warm. Jack Williams had listened to recent Yankees game on the radio. He had a few plates out, toast was done, and was fixing some omelettes.

The first of his kids came out, Koshmar or Koz as he went by came in the room still in a sleepy daze. Marie followed after in yellow silk pajamas that Gus got her and wandered in. She got coffee and mumbled a good morning and kissed her father before dropping to the island and listening in on the game.

“ты хоть немного поспал, мальчик?.” (Did you get any sleep boy?) He greeted to Koz as he leaned against the counter.

He shook his head and yawned. Jack didn’t want to mention as to why he was wearing William’s shirt.

“Good morning!” Ari sang skipping in wearing a pastel pink bunny onesie, Pete trailing behind like a puppy wearing clothes that Jack was sure belonged to Marie.

William, Clara, and Falcye were next, William more awake than the others.

“A great morning to you all!” William grinned as Ari latched onto his shoulder singing along.

“Good morning, good morning! It’s great to stay up late!” Ari and William sang along as Clara joined in.

She got coffee and sat next to Marie, both wearing matching yellow.

“Morning kids.” Jack smiled humming along to the music as he decided to not question why they were wearing each other's clothes, “Crazy kids.” he mumbled.

“Who wants pancakes?"

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