Disclaimer: I do not own Final Fantasy VII and I got was this t-shirt.

A/N Hi everyone! Today was inspired by something out of our founding story One Stroke, by my wonderful friend Bjanik. After all, with a little imagination you can celebrate any sort of campfire. So please welcome to a typical board meeting of Shin-Ra with a not so normal outcome.

Tseng glanced next to him, blinking once, twice, three times, putting his right fist out. Sephiroth meanwhile put out a flat hand, "paper beats rock." He muttered just loud enough for the Turk to hear him.

The score was fifty to forty-nine in favor of Sephiroth, Tseng gave a barely noticeable twitch and blinked three times again, he threw rock again. Sephiroth threw scissors and the corner of his mouth twitched, the score was tied. "Rock beats scissors," Tseng whispered smirking.

There was a perfectly logical explanation for their behavior, they were in a meeting, and nothing about it concerned them at the moment. Hojo was busy ranting on the success of something to do with glowing parakeets and how it was one of his greatest discoveries of his life.

Finally he stepped away from the podium and sat down next to Sephiroth, the SOLDIER commander watched the scientist for a moment. He twitched seeing something slimy dripping from his hair. Tseng leaned back silently watching the drip slowly dangle off the tip of Hojo's pony tail and hit the floor.

There was a sinister sizzling sound, "that can't be good." Tseng commented quietly to himself as the drop burned a hole through the floor.

Sephiroth nodded, "can't be at all."

Hojo shook his head and sent a few drops landing on Sephiroth's leather coat; it chewed through as though the coat wasn't there at all. "Damn it, this is my favorite coat."

Sephiroth reached behind Hojo in a pretend show of attempting to loosen his shoulder, his fingers just millimeters from Hojo's hair. With one swift movement he created a small flame letting it catch on Hojo's hair before returning his arm to his armrest with a convincing crack.

It took a while for Hojo to figure out he was actually on fire. First Heidegger saw a small wisp of smoke spewing from behind Hojo, and then the wisp grew a little bit thicker. Hair didn't burn the way most things did, as in it didn't get turned to ash, and it just sort of crinkled up charred. But Hojo's hair was slowly turning into a full-fledged fire.

When he finally noticed, the ensuing panic was amusing. "Arg! Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! Mommy! Waaaaaaaaaaah!" Hojo sprang up and started running around like a chocobo with its head cut off.

Sephiroth stood up casually, "I'll get the fire extinguisher." He reached over to the wall behind him grabbing it and throwing it at Palmer gently, "oops my hand slipped." It rebounded off of the Space Manger with the force of a bullet slamming into Hojo's nose. Hojo's nose was forced upwards into his brain killing him.

"Ooh man down people," Tseng commented.