Humming softly to herself, the orange and black fuku wearing Lieutenant repositioned the small video camera for the fifth time, then took a step back to examine its direction. Furrowing her brows, she moved to readjust it once more, and took another step back.

Okay, finally.

Camera now in place, she turned back around and leaned down, her frilled skirt rustling in the air as she rummaged around in the large tote bag she'd brought with her. It had been all too easy to obtain the necessary items, thanks to Obsidian's shed in the graveyard, and she busied herself with preparing the bottles as her mind wandered back to hours earlier.

She grinned at the memory of his reaction, the only time she'd ever caught him off guard to such an extreme. She would never be able to shock the General-King like that again, and it had been totally worth the time she spent making herself look as ridiculous as she did. Or, at least, the hair part. The prissy lieutenant was beginning to grow partial to the cute little fuku she'd devised. It was a shame, really, that Charonite probably wouldn't allow for her to wear it after all this Sailor Nea business was over and done with. Ah, well.

Stuffing the last bottle and tucking it gingerly in with the others, she rose back up and surveyed her surroundings. It was dark out, three in the morning at the very least, and not a soul in sight to be found lurking around the shopping district. It was a slight disappointment not to have an audience for tonight's performance, but it was all for the better.

First things first, she reminded herself, her impatient side pleading to be able to grab some star seeds as soon as possible. Charonite had been right; she needed to build her way up first and foremost. She needed to generate a terrible reputation for her 'fellow senshi' before she began her seed harvesting. Once the seed retrieval stage began, the authorities would no doubt come at her with full force in attempts to stop her, which meant she had little time after that to secure Destiny City's hatred for the senshi.

Taking one last final glance down the empty street, Nealite knew it was time. Dipping her hand into the tote bag, she began pulling out each filthy bottle and tucking them within her arms. Last of all came a lighter, and once her hands were full, she moved towards her camera and one gloved finger gently pressed the red button on the top. Afterwards, she began her trek down the street and stopped in front of one of Destiny City's most prestigious retail vendors. The owner was of decent reputation with the City, though his wife was far better known for her movements in the political field. Which, naturally, suited Nea's needs quite perfectly.

With a flick of the lighter, the rag-stuffed bottle was lit, and a small squeal of laughter accompanied it as it sailed through the air and directly into the window of the shop. It took the cocktail a few initial seconds to spread, but then it began burning as bright and as hot as a wildfire.

Still laughing, Nealite made her way down the street, stopping in front of each shop and sending a fiery present or two into its window. Four or five businesses later and she'd returned to the camera, now empty-handed. She sashayed her way to where the camera was pointed, the fire behind her beginning to grow ferocious.

Giving the camera her best smile (which wasn't very hard to do, all things considered!), she cleared her throat, directing her focus to the camera lens before her.

"Citizens of Destiny City!" She exclaimed, her voice hiking in pitch, excessively higher than her normal voice, "Your sinful ways have gone on for too long, and it has come time for you to pay for your crimes. The senshi will not tolerate such filth in our City, and justice will be served!"

Moving to strike the silly senshi pose she'd been practicing on all afternoon, her grin grew malicious.

"I'm Sailor Nea, and in the name of Astraea, we shall punish you!"

She waited a few moments before moving around to stop the recording. It took all of one minute to disassemble the tripod and camera, and it was just as she was placing the last piece back into her tote that the echo of sirens began growing louder and closer towards the shopping district.

Taking a giant leap upwards, she landed atop the roof of one of the buildings still untouched by the fire. The firemen would certainly be able to put out the flames, but not before significant damage would be done to several stores in the district.

Smiling to herself, Nealite wasted no time hopping from roof to roof and away from the scene of the crime. She had one more stop to make before the night was over, and she would finally be able to rest once her package was delivered. Chuckling to herself, she couldn't help but wonder how much she would be able to get away with in the next few days to come.

After all, the fun was just getting started.