Whimsically did Hope's legs kick the air beneath her, as she sat upon the balcony of a condominium, looking over the indoor complex with fond eyes. Her arms both formed a v shape and held her posture up, placed between her thighs as she hunched over to gaze at her prey. A game of cat and mouse had roused her muse, and for once she found her target to be far more slippery than any other before him. His attire was outlandish, however the dead giveaway was his ability to pass through the corporeal. A voice in the back of Hope's mind, the remnants of Hoopa's will had already stated the obvious, 'that's Darkrai,' and what an interesting fellow he was; now how long would it take him to realize he had a stalker? Hope giggled a bit, feeling victorious until caught.

"[b]H-hey! Who are you?! What are you doing on my balcony?![/b]" An angered civilian would begin shouting, upon finding the strange woman trespassing; he'd continue to banter for a moment about respecting personal space, but he dared turn his vision from the psychic ever so briefly. A giggle echoed in his mind, and before he could snap at her about it not being funny, she was gone.

"[color=662d91]Now where'd that boy run off to?[/color]" Hope spoke aloud, whilst tapping her chin a few times to refresh her memory. "[color=662d91]I mean, dressed like that, he shouldn't be so hard to spot.[/color]" She'd hypocritically mumble, forgetting how unorthodox her gypsy gown must appear to all these modern inner city civilians; then again, the colours of the city really began to distract her at this point. The amount of Pokemon cosplayers wandering the streets baffled her, were they avatars as well? An individual dressed almost identically to that Darkrai avatar almost lured her astray. Hope began to clench her head, it throbbed in the presence of too many people, as she tried to sift through all the thoughts with her psychic powers, it only served to merit a migraine. A peanut gallery formed underneath the lamp post that Hope appeared on top of, after a young boy pointed her out; she scanned through them quickly, but not a single one of them had a strong enough mental barrier to intrigue her. Merely observing from the sidelines was hardly thrilling, or satiating of a trickster's amusement. Hope had been trailing Darkrai's avatar for a couple days now, curious to why such a dark and mysterious person would have any interest in the limelight of a carnival. Her psychic powers eventually caught wind of several powerful beings gathering together nearby, and her eyes locked in on a restaurant, the Ritzy Raichu. Lo' and behold, there was Darkrai's avatar, and with him stood several other interesting characters, each holding a powerful mental fortitude, and an aura of mythic power. The other avatars? "[color=662d91]Oh how fun![/color]" A devilish grin curved across Hope's face, but she remained discrete for now, contemplating her introduction. No matter what, it had to be... [b]astonish[/b]ing! She stood upright now, her legs tightly paired, and her feet barely barely stable upon the lamp.

By now, Hope noticed how big the crowd of people was, many of them obvious pokemaniacs, and she could guess the ones waving and calling out Hoopa's name were likely the welcoming committee she read up about. They wanted proof, and Hope liked showing off. "[color=662d91]Oh? Hehehehe, come now, didn't your mothers ever teach you, it's rude to stare![/color]" Hope jibed, whilst placing a hand on her hip, and giving the crowd a haughty glare. "[color=662d91]How about we all play a game of hide and seek, mmmm? Catch me if you can![/color]" She'd challenge the entire crowd, and blow a kiss in the direction of the youngster who first spotted her. Next thing they knew, she threw one of her hoops over her head, and made her outtro. In a puff of smoke, Hope disappeared.

Time lapsed for the magician as if in a dream, where walking between destinations was never really a thing. Next, a slight commotion would be caused within the Ritzy Raichu's kitchen, where the gypsy decided to relocate herself. "[color=662d91]It smells absolutely lovely in here![/color]" She'd chime in, catching the attention of a chef in the process.

"[b]Hey! This area is restricted to staff only! Uh... unless... are you one of the avatars?[/b]" The chef, half irritated, half enticed by the festivities, attempted to interrogate Hope. To his dismay, she'd use him as the catalyst of her prank.

"[color=662d91]Well of course! Have you eyes? Behold my magnificence![/color]" She'd demand, whilst snapping her fingers loudly. Seconds later, the chef would yelp, "[b]Hot, hot![/b]" before ripping off his hat to find a freshly baked quiche inside of it. "[color=662d91][i]Amazing[/i], I know. I've come to... uhh... save you some effort. You see, I've been traveling with the other avatars for a little while now...[/color]" Hope, who was now in control of the situation, brushed past the confused chef and scanned about the kitchen whilst speaking, multi-tasking hidden motives, not a single chef would notice what she did until it was too late. "[color=662d91]And as you know, mythical pokemon can be very dangerous. Messing up their dishes even slightly could turn disastrous for your careers! So, I've come to... help. The most dangerous of my dear friends is Darkrai, you'll notice him right off the bat. He's had some very low blood sugar lately, so... I've come to relay a message from him. He would like extra sugar, at least an extra 3 pinches, in whatever he orders.[/color]" By the time she was done lying, Hope had caught the attention of the entire kitchen staff, few of them paid enough attention to their duties, and not one noticed how Hope telekinetically mixed copious amounts of salt in to all the sugar shakers. "[color=662d91]But... alas! It's up to you, if you believe me or not... I'm but only a psychic. Your lives and careers are none of my concern, really. This is a five star restaurant, right? Shame on me for telling you all how to do your jobs! Oh, but personally I have only one request... don't you dare taste any of the foods you make for us! I don't want a single germ off your hands to touch my lips! Ick![/color]" Once her job was done, and the staff properly warned, she'd retreat to her shadows; a tactical means of showing off her power, and enforcing belief in her claims. "[color=662d91]Ta ta![/color]" She'd play coy, giggling before disappearing again in a puff of smoke. The entire kitchen staff would gossip among one another after such a strange incident, before returning to their duties.

Hope would reappear in the woman's washroom afterwards, and try her best not to break out laughing. They fell for it! She could read their minds with ease. She could hardly wait, she was giddy to see Darkrai's handsome face get sucked in to his mouth the minute he tastes his meal. For now, she prepped herself in front of the mirror and waited for the others to enter the restaurant.