FissionMailed

[It had been quiet for the ghostly Boss.

Apart from her training of that one Otacon, a factor that had forced her into living form several times now, there was little to hold her attention. Being human was not something that interested her. She had loved, she had lost, and she would never recover in part what she had lost in her human life. But now she had a new life, the afterlife, and things were good.]

...

[She sat at an empty table in the fifth floor lobby, a handful of cards in her still-human hand. Laila was just killing time until she returned to death - it would not be long. That transition would begin again soon. For the moment, she focused on the game. The cards were different to any playing cards the rest of the Nexus would know. They held pictures of people from the Nexus - Otacon, the older Liquid, Talib, Sorrow and others. Each card was imbued with a name, and on the back was written a word, unique to that card despite the multiples.]

So all the pieces are in play... I wonder what fate has in store?

[...she missed having godly powers. But at least she had some of her abilities here.]

(She's feeling introspective and she has your face on her playing cards. Maybe, if you ask nicely, she'll play poker with you! ...or maybe she'll just look at you.)

[After having encountered the only Sorrow in a million-mile radius who wouldn't be on her like an MGS guard on porn, the all-powerful Ghost Boss was... moping. She floated high up near the roof of the hall, lost in thought. Of all things, she hadn't expected this. Part of her is aching inside, but the rest of her, the smarter part of her, is angry at that. Of course he had a right to love someone else. Of course she was dead and he was not. Still, it hurt.]

(Boss is being emo and possibly bitchy. Approach with caution.)