After another "thrilling" day at Canterlot High, Nixie Dust walked back to her small apartment down the street. The girl was about sixteen years old, but on the inside she felt like a small child. Her complexion was a fair aqua blue tone. She had dark blue hair with scarlet red highlights and wore a plain white shirt, with a grey fleece jacket, a black shirt and long leggings underneath, along with converse trainers. Her image perplexed the people around her, but she didn't mind it; she always liked to be different.
She strolled up to her apartment door and turned the key to walk inside. The place was a mess; books and paperwork were scattered along every table visible, plates were stacking up in the kitchen, cups of water spilled out on the floor and the TV blaring away in the background.
After examining the pigsty for a millisecond, Nixie began to do some chores. First, she moved into the kitchen, where she rinsed the dirty dishes with soap and then loading them into the dishwasher for an extra thorough scrub. Then, she cleared up all of her documents, confining them into small organised piles on her shelves. Finally, she ran a vacuum through the apartment, proud of her small accomplishments.
She lay on her bed as a million things racked her brain. Suddenly, she heard her front door open and slammed shut. Nixie immediately began to freak out, since she never had an intruder in her home before. She quietly slipped out of her room and snuck into the kitchen. With time running out until the intruder would find the home's owner, Nixie busted a drawer open and pulled out the first thing she could get her hands on.
A potato peeler.
Great. Freaking great., she thought. But it would have to do, because her intruder was just around the corner. Without wasting a second, she steadied her resolve and jumped out, yelling something that were definitely not words.
The guy who entered her apartment jumped at the sight and sound of Nixie but, upon laying eyes on her, became unfazed by her presence. "Gosh, Nixie! You scared me!"
He was a young boy, about Nixie's age, if not a little older. He had a slightly darker complexion than Nixie, but still pretty fair. His hair was jet black that was slightly tinted blonde. He was wearing a grey shirt with a black bolt emblazoned on it and a stylish biker jacket.
"I scared you?! You're the one breaking into my apartment!"
The boy dryly chuckled, shaking his head. Nixie's face cracked a slight smile and giggled. The two embraced in a big hug. "Hey, there, Jet.", she said lovingly.
Jet Rider hugged Nixie harder. "Good to see you, kid sis.", he said, rubbing her back.
The younger sister's smile grew, over the moon that she was back with her brother. The two broke apart and then Nixie's smile faded and punched Jet in the chest, the impact causing him to wince.
"Why couldn't you just knock?!", she yelled, annoyed at the heart attack her brother's intrusion gave her.
The older brother put his hands up in defence, trying to reason with Nixie. "Hey! It's been years since we last saw each other, so I figured I'd make a memorable re-entrance."
"Yeah, well this-", she said using her hands to gesture the situation. "-is definitely memorable."
"This-", Jet said using the same gesture his sister used. "-calls for a celebration. How about... pizza?" Nixie nodded rapidly in response.
Jet grabbed the phone and began dialing. Nixie was ecstatic to have her big brother back in her life, but was suspicious of his reasons for turning up out of the blue. She wanted to know what he wanted. What his plan was this time. But for now...