Granddaughter of Krypton

Eliza Zor-El, 22, Kyrptonian, Mechanic

[coopkents]

“Hi, you’re Eliza?” Based on the description that he was going off of, this was her. But there was something- off about the room, but had specifically narrowed the weirdness down to her after sitting on the stool in front of her. He brushed it off as- just a funny feeling. Maybe she had powers or something and that was what was throwing his instincts off. He wanted to ignore it and get back to the office, so he pushed through it. 

Cooper was known for being straightforward. “D’you have a second? My name’s Cooper Kent. I’m an editor-” assistant editor, “over at the paper. There was an incident here on Saturday night and someone else involved in the story said that you would back up his account. Just doin’ some fact-checking.” ( @elizazcrel )

[elizazcrel]

“Yeah, that’s me.” Eliza gives her customer-service smile at the man, putting down the glasses she was carrying. “How can I help you?” She was still on the clock, and her manager was floating around so she had to be polite, even if she was both concerned and curious as to why someone was searching for her by name.

“Ah, right, I know what you’re talking about yeah. Sure. Would you like a drink while I do?”

[fxxkgunnar]

Adjusting to a new planet and a new style of living was taking its toll on Gunnar. Everything was so new to him and he didn’t know if what he was doing was right or wrong. Like right now, he decided to try a coffee at the suggestion of someone he works with and tried to make it like they told him how to and failed. He know just had a cup that had more sugar than coffee and creamer. “ how in the hell am I suppose to adjust to living here? I can’t even make one of these coffee things everyone talks about it. “ he says angrily.

[elizazcrel]

“That’s why we pay a couple dollars and get a barista to make it for us,” Eliza says, sipping her own coffee, freshly bought. “But as a general tip, less sugar.”

[elizazcrel]

@bvthemoon said: ❝ we are not going to a cemetery just because it may or may not be haunted. ❞

“Are you kidding? That’s exactly why we’re going. If aliens exist, I want to know if ghosts do too.”

[elizazcrel]

“Oof, sorry. My bad.” Eliza hadn’t been watching where she was going, and had collided with the man. Normally it wouldn’t be so bad, but he was about her height and she had the advantage of super strength. Something she was still getting used it. “Are you okay?” she checks. @redbiiird

[elizazcrel]

@fellfrcmthesky said:  "oh, this is bad. i should not have done this. "

“Do what? You still haven’t actually said that part yet.” Eliza was confused, and a little bit nervous now, despite doing her best not to show it. “What’s going on?”

[elizazcrel]

@sugvrplum

“Dot!” Eliza grins as she calls and signs Dot’s name sign, or at least the one she’d told Eliza the last time they’d seen each other. Then again, that was four years ago. “Long time, no see. Didn’t expect to see you here.” 

[elizazcrel]

“I would normally ask anyway because it can help me identify any hidden problems, but that... kind of looks like a hand print so I’m curious. What exactly happened to the door?” In Eliza’s experience, if someone came in with a door looking like that, they’d been in some kind of crash. But the lack of damage elsewhere and the suspiciously hand shaped epicentre of the damage gave her pause. Especially here. @koncl

[elizazcrel]

cfguygardner‌:

It’s all just a hunch for the time being. The resemblance could just be a coincidence, it doesn’t have to mean anything. And if she’s unsure as to who her parents are the last thing Guy wants to do is confuse her further. “A girl I knew a few years back. Good kid, if you ask me.”

He can’t help but raise an eyebrow at her words - she’s clearly not sure but she knows something, that much is clear. “That’d explain it. Y’look a lot like her.” He sighs and rubs the back of his neck. “Y’wanna tell me what you know?”

Eliza can feel that urge to back off now. To back out before she discovers more that would make it irreversible. It’s so much easier to just stay unsure, to stay anonymous. But she’d decided it was time. Ready or not, here she was.

“I don’t know a lot. But I’m Kryptonian, or at least partly. And I’ve been in foster care for most of my life.” She stops there, waiting to see if any of this has an effect. “I’ve got these powers I don’t really understand. I’m just trying to figure it out.”

[elizazcrel]

fletchdup‌:

A part of him was, excited. Jumping at the idea of getting to examine another Kryptonian. They weren’t just walking into the hospital everyday asking for tests to be done on them. The other part of him, chastised that part. He needed to be sensitive, compassionate. There was no telling what Eliza had been through, how would he have felt if his identity was just- dropped on him like that? “We’ll go back and look at the results and- I’m not going to tell anyone. Alright? You can trust me.” Also, he was legally obligated. “But, there’s people around that are, like you, you know? If you wanted to talk to someone else about it.”

Eliza was pretty sure he wasn’t allowed to tell anyone who wasn’t a doctor examining her, but she still nods when he promises she can trust him. It was something she wanted to control the flow of. “Thanks.” She looks up. “There is? There’s Kryptonians here?” She’d hoped so, but it had been near impossible to know before she arrived.

[elizazcrel]

thundrgcd‌:

“If it is your favorite then I am sure it will be wonderful.” Thor says with a smile over at the woman as he gets comfortable in his seat. Once the pint was given to him he takes a sip of it, happily of course. “Which one is this?” He had liked talking, always the type to never shut up if you let him get started.

“It’s a Blue Moon.” At the higher end of what Eliza could generally afford. She really ought to know a bit more about the bougie beers, but off the top of her head she couldn’t think of anything else. Besides, it tasted good. “I hope you have similar tastes.” Alcohol had never really affected Eliza, so taste was all she had. 

[ofempyreans-blog]

* closed starter for @elizazcrel​ / “it’s halloween. calories don’t count on the holidays.”

“ok, so, aside from the fact that it’s october eighth and halloween is actual weeks away-” she didn’t want to use this small fact in what she was about to say. trixie, though grown up now, would FOREVER love the spooky season, and would begin celebrating at the end of august if it was socially acceptable. “you realize you can eat whatever you want, WHEN YOU WANT, right? like that’s totally fine. it’s all good. this is a safe zone, eliza - i don’t judge.” 

[elizazcrel]

“Yeah, but no one’s allowed to judge on holidays. And Halloween starts when October does anyway. Haven’t you been to any department stores lately?” Eliza’s joking, mostly. Besides, she always eats whatever she wants, only now she knows why she’s hungry all the time. Alien metabolism, apparently.

[elizazcrel]

jnknt‌:

“Hey, hey,” he said as he leaned forward, putting a hand on hers, “you’re gonna be alright. Listen, when do you get off, we’ll go back to my place and I’ll tell you anything you wanna know. Sound good?”

It was a lot to take in. Like when Fletcher had confirmed her being Kryptonian; there was a major difference between being pretty sure and knowing for certain. Eliza puts on her customer service smile for just a second before sighing. “Yeah. Um, I’m working the early shift, so I finish at 10? Sounds good.”

[elizazcrel]

jnknt‌:

“I mean I was only like 8 but I remember you. You were a hell of a lot younger then me so I don’t blame you for not remembering me. But then you just disappeared, what happened, Eliza?”

Eliza tries to remember, but she’s tried for years. Jon... Jon... She tries to remember an eight year old, but the fog there remains. “I don’t know,” she admits. Despite the openness of the bar, she feels cornered suddenly. “I don’t remember...”

[elizazcrel]

jnknt‌:

“Oh my god I know you!” he beamed, louder then he probably should have been. “I’m Jon, you’re cousin, c’mon you gotta remember me now”

She came here to find her family. This was what she’d hoped for. So why then, when Jon said he was her cousin, did she want to run? She was ready for this. She’d decided she was. But maybe... She glances over her shoulder to make sure the other bartender was alright without her for a couple minutes. “I..” She looks back to Jon. “I don’t... Are you sure?” Eliza had to be sure.

[elizazcrel]

jnknt‌:

“No, no, I mean you look really familiar. And it’s bothering me that I can’t remember who you are,” he huffed, “Alright, uh, what’s your name? Maybe that’ll help?”

Eliza paused, looking closely at the man. He didn’t look familiar to her, but she knows that doesn’t mean much. If she had memories of her family, she’d have found them years ago. “Eliza. My name’s Eliza.”

[elizazcrel]

thundrgcd‌:

Thor wasn’t a stranger to visiting a local drinking joint. He wants to check out the place, see how the atmosphere was compared to other places. Johnny’s was pretty good, he enjoyed his time here. His body sits down on the barstool though, smiling at the bartender.

“I will have your finest beer!” He says with a cheesy grin as he crosses his arms over the counter.

It was still so strange to have famous heroes walk into the bar and no one acted like it was a big deal. Even Eliza, who’d spent years avoiding anything to do with superhumans and aliens, still grew up knowing about these heroes like celebrities. But she hid her surprise, grabbing a pint glass to pour her favourite beer. “I don’t know about finest, but this is my favourite.”

[elizazcrel]

renegadvs‌:

school had restarted, which meant the time he was contractually obliged to deal with spoiled teenagers had reached levels high enough to threaten anyone’s sanity. he really deserved a raise. until the so-called heroes and the government became less stingy, he had alcohol. “hey,” he nods at the pretty girl behind the bar. “whatever’s on tap,” he replies, patting argos who’s sitting by his feet. “you’re new.” it’s not a question, he has been to johnny’s enough to know those who work there. 

Eliza grabs a pint glass, pouring a pint of the beer on tap. It was a reflexive thing now, pouring the perfect glass. She’d done it that many times in that many bars. Sliding the beer over, she nods. “Good spotting. Yeah, I just moved here. You a regular then?”