「   RP MEME :  RANDOM DIALOGUE 2.0   」     * Change Pronouns As Needed. Based On This Generator. 

NAMES YELIZA GOES BY

Yeliza/Eliza

The Hybrid ( specifically during her time under the KGB )

Mayhem

April ( for certain muses and this must be discussed before )

Yelizaveta Voronstova

Changeling ( specifically norman osborn )

@untaimed liked this for a small thing

NOSE SCRUNCHES WHEN THE OTHER COMES IN; Eliza couldn't help but get the feeling that Laura was looking for her. Perhaps the events that unfolded some 45 minutes ago and the two unconscious men on the roof of the bar might have something to do with it. Still, Eliza was determined to finish her beer first.

She grips the neck of the bottle she was nursing, peeling it from the sticky surface below ❛ whats with the long face ?? ❜ smile falters some as she turns in her seat to face the other

xenomorph in ALIEN: ROMULUS fede alvarez, 2024

we're in the mood for mischiefs

Anytime someone mentions that she can't kill because they think she has some 'morality' thing going on, I just roll my eyes. Like, bold of anyone to assume that Eliza actually needs to go on some long emotional journey whenever she kills someone. OKAY sure, she doesn't necessarily always use … lethal force, especially when she is working with the Avengers, it's not her call to make. She doesn't lose sleep over the killing. But if she's working alone ?? Then you better say your prayers, and she just might make it quick.

What makes Eliza such an efficient assassin, training and abilities aside - there is part of her that enjoys the hunt sometimes smiling while her target struggles to fight her.

yeliza is 120 years old please stop asking her if she has rizz

im gonna take your thought and fling it into the air team rocket style @matryochka

                          Eyes watching the movement of the other,  she notes the furrowing brow. She understands, akin. they are both a product of  war.     beneath   their   skin,   the   trenches   run   deep,   filled   with   blood   and   mud.  A   potent   brew   at   the   back   of   the   tongue; war   tastes   the   same   no   matter   who   fights   it.   

Sharp inhale, cold wind settles within lungs. Trust doesn't come easy yet something nestled between the others words allows Eliza to relax. Posture softens a little, shoulders lowering. “ hmm ”  a beat, “ okay, good ... but I will ask you something then. If you weren't following the rumours of a monster that resides up here ... then why are you here ?? ”  russian lit drips from her words as she leans back into her seat, curiosity raises a brow towards the other. If the pale blonde wasn't looking for the dormant beast within then what ... Lips  twitch  into  a  smile  ---------  still  unsteady,  still  unsure  ---------  “ look, you're welcome to spend the night. I have supplies. Take what you need but I will need you gone by the morning ” 

whatever they told you ,  it’s a lie .

❝  I'm  getting  so  tired  of  hearing  those  words.  ❞   Mumbled  mostly  to  herself.   Under  her  breath  in  a  thick  accent  that  can  be  recognized  anywhere.   She  used  to  be  more  cautious  about  it.   Better  at  masking  the  accent.         (  she  gave  up  on  that  when  it  became  less  of  a  problem.  )   Pale  blonde  head  turns  to  look  over  her  shoulder  to  @spybiote.   Her  brow  furrowed  ,  as  if  trying  to  read  and  animals  behavior.   Maybe  that  was  what  she  was  doing.         (  maybe  that  was  simply  what  she  had  done  by  default  for  so  long.  )   She's  ready  to  hear  her  out  at  least.   She  of  all  people  would  know  what  that's  like.   ❝  Я  последний  человек,  которого  вам  нужно  в  этом  убеждать.  ❞   It's  not  cruel.   Not  angry.   But  serious.   The  only  mode  she  seemed  to  have  anymore.   There  had  been  a  time  when  that  face  lit  up  bright  as  fresh  winter  snow.   Now  it  only  wore  expressions  of  caution  ,  and  exhaustion.   ❝  We  don't  have  to  talk  about  it.   I  won't  ask  questions.  ❞

*   ━━━━━━━━━━━━ @ppctts: Send me a 🚶 and I’ll introduce you to an NPC in my muse’s life.

Yelizaveta && Bucky Barnes' daughter.

Mila Barnes was born in the middle of the apocalypse. Born from an unlikely relationship between Bucky Barnes and Yelizaveta Osborn. She was everything. Yeliza’s whole reason for breathing. Mila had her dad’s soft, blue eyes and her mom’s stubborn jaw, already a little sparkplug before she could even walk. Funny, bossy, so sure of herself. In ways Yeliza admired. Even when everything around them was falling apart, Mila made it feel like maybe — maybe — they could survive it.

But the world didn’t care.

Mila was only five years old when it all finally came crashing down. The symbiote war got worse, the raids more brutal. One night, another camp came for them — and when it was over, Bucky and Mila were gone. Just like that. Yeliza was left behind, with nothing but blood on her hands and a grief she has never gotten past. She doesn't want too.

Because we know in the comics she's in and out of stasis for near 21 years only being let out for assignments/assassinations and experimental procedures. I am convinced they are talking about project: changeling

When melina talks about a project in conjuction with the winter soldier project and she mentions about a brain being dissected and reconstructed and I can't help but imagine how that was Yelizaveta