WATG: RiM

“Air racer number 21. Air racer number 21. Do you read?” Prismatic was flying towards the airport in New York, where the race would start. Following the instructions he received from the pitties at the control tower through a special headset that he engineered, he safely made a landing and walked over to the pits.

“Look who’s finally here! Far as I can tell, you’re the last one in!” Roper remarked as Prismatic signed in. Well, of course… Prismatic thought to himself. Considering I’m racer number 21…

“Your friend’s over with Crophopper,” Roper said, pointing in the direction of the last tent on the left. Prismatic already knew that it was Rainbow Dash. He walked over to tent number 7, which was in front of the stage that Ripslinger was sitting on. Rip, surprisingly enough, wished Prismatic good luck in the race without the offensive remarks said under his breath. Prismatic’s reply was just a friendly “You too!”

Prismatic then approached Rainbow. He said “Hey! How’s it going?” only to have her not respond. She was standing facing towards the wall.

“Best you don’t bother her,” Dusty said from behind. “Her day’s not going too well.”

“Why?” Prismatic asked.

“I tried asking her the same thing. She didn’t say anything. It seems that since the qualifier she’s been acting very strange. Maybe when the race starts she’ll tell one of us what’s wrong.”

“Good idea. Let’s just try to stay away from her for now.”

Prismatic then walked into his tent. There he saw nopony other than…his sister, Blaze Dubstep! She had orange eyes like Spitfire’s, as well as flaming orange hair with pink mixed into it. The color of her coat was also exactly identical to that of Prismatic’s. If she weren’t his sister, Prismatic would have very well made her his mare-friend.

“Blaze! Great to see you here!” Prismatic shouted, throwing his arms around Blaze.

“I just wanted to see how things are going before the race starts,” Blaze replied, accepting her older brother’s embrace. “It’s going to be a tough one this year, considering the fact that Rainbow is challenging for you.”

“Yeah.”

“And by the way…” Blaze said. “How’s the mission going? I assume you were able to talk to her at the qualifier.”

Prismatic and Blaze finally let go of each other and Prismatic answered “Not too well. She’s been giving me disapproving looks, or just flat out ignoring me. Maybe I can find out what’s up when I get to Iceland.”

“You remember the low-pressure survival spell you’re supposed to cast on yourself before the race, right? That’s important.”

“Already done. I also got a temperature control spell if I may need it.”

“Awesome. I gotta get back to Equestria, but the rally is going on TV there. I’ll still be able to see you win the race.”

“Oh, I don’t think I’ll win,” Prismatic laughed. “I have a tough competition with me.”

“Just try you best,” Blaze said, gearing up a dimensional warp spell. “See you around!”

“You too!”

With that, Blaze disappeared in a bright flash and Prismatic was left alone again. He walked over to a corner, took off his propeller pack, and picked up a wrench. Even though the pack was working perfectly when he was flying to JFK airport, he had a bit of last-minute fine tuning to do. When he was all done with that, he kicked back and went to sleep for the night, hoping that he could find himself a good position in the race the next day.