Why did this mission feel like a certain famous first person shooter? "Stop the terrorists from detonating the bomb." Yep. This was basically a video game. Instead of dealing with a bomb, though, the goal was to stop the potent chemically toxic smog that may or may not be covering more heinous activities. Normally, Gigi would run in guns a blazin' but this was (unfortunately) the real world. She couldn't respawn in real life.. although it'd be pretty wicked cool if she could. 
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According to the guidelines, another player (er.. person) would be on her team so this wasn't a solo run. That was probably for the best. She had a strategic mind but lacked real life experience regarding Pokemon battles and other such matters. Her eyes glanced down at the gas mask in her hands. Yes, this was very different in regards to online play.. Most video game characters never even bothered to wear gas masks! Instead, game developers paid more mind to their female characters clothes. Or should she say lack thereof? 
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By the time Gigi arrived at the designated location, her teammate was already there. As she approached the man she chuckled, "Sorry I'm late! CAPTCHA here," The tell-tale shape of a Rotom was visible as she waved her phone in the air, "thought it would be funny to hijack my GPS system in order to change my location on the map as well as offer incorrect directions." Her gaze caught sight of the man's scars (which gave her total anti-hero vibes) but her toothy grin never wavered. 
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They weren't exaggerating when they said the entire place was consumed by toxic fumes. Despite being an adequate distance from the smog, her eyes burned. With a flick of the wrist, Gigi released Scrub the Trubbish. His terrible stench caused her burning eyes to water. Damn it. She should have put on the gas mask before releasing him. Not that she was particularly thrilled at the idea of shoving her face into the heavy protective gear.
[break][break]However, if they played their cards right, the gas masks would only be needed as a last resort because even with them other areas of their bodies were still exposed to the poisonous fumes. The Trubbish had been given to her as a troll gift from a hater trying to imply she was trash. Ha! The person would be rolling if they knew how cute she thought the little trash bag was - and about how useful he was about to be! 
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"So, what should our game plan be?" she curiously asked the male. "I think it'd be safer if we sent in Pokemon to deal with the Weezings before we tackle the smog." If they dealt with the smog first then the Weezings would simply spew more of their terrible gas. Ew. She much preferred to dispatch of them quickly but was willing to listen to the man's suggestions. 

For a second, Maverick looked just as lost, if not more, as Gigi did a minute ago. Even if the woman noticed, no comment was directed towards the confusion. Honestly, if Gigi did notice, she would have assumed his mind got lost in its own labyrinth rather than the one she created. After all, who didn't know such basic terminology? 
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"Hmm." Gigi hummed to herself before shrugging, "Nope." Upon seeing his team released though, specifically the Salazzle, she remedied her statement, "At least, that's normally the case. Unless they have the corrosion ability like your Salazzle there." Thank Arceus she took time to study up on Pokemon 101 before arriving in Hoenn. She forgot how much she loved reading until she practically devoured all the books.. and by books, she meant online articles and ebooks. 
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The prospect of drawing the Weezings closer to their current location didn't appeal to Gigi. Fog and who-knows-what already coated the outside of her glasses. It'd be ten times worse if the poison types were corralled closer to them, especially if she was forced to wear a gas mask. Glasses and masks did not get along. "I mean," she pushed up her cloudy lenses, "I don't think we personally need to get involved unless its absolutely necessary. Our Pokemon should be able to dispatch them without needed to bring them closer to us. They're better equipped for the conditions."
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His question was answered with a simple flick of the wrist: two beings manifested from corresponding beams of light. One bright flash materialized into a Venusaur while the other called upon the digital Pokemon, Porygon. Venusaur nodded a respectful greeting towards the other trainer and his team as Porygon shifted to its trainer's side. Gigi decided against releasing her newly acquired Venipede, unsure whether the bug would be capable (or willing) to keep up. 
[break][break]"Terrabyte," Gigi directed the diseased shiny Venusaur, "Attack Ethernet with toxic." As expected, her order was protested against. The woman sighed, eyes rolling, as Terrabyte made her concerns known, "Miss the attack. Launch it close enough so that Ethernet can change into a poison type." Ethernet, as obedient and loyal as ever, floated in front of Terrabite as it readied itself to adapt to its new environment.
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Terrabyte grumbled but finally obliged. Toxic goop landed in front of the Porygon. She watched in horror as the toxic splashed onto her fellow teammate. Concern burned in the motherly dual types eyes as she stepped to approach Ethernet who looked as if they were glitching, shades of hue washing away its normal coloring. A loud sigh of relief puffed out of Terrabyte's mouth when the Porygon was finished rearranging its coding via conversion two. 
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With Ethernet now a poison type, Gigi addressed her team of three, "Clear out the Pokemon hiding in the smog. We'll deal with any residue leftover after that." A toothy grin flashed across her face, "Now, everyone, grab a buddy!" Gigi always hated when teachers or adults would rattle on about "buddy systems" yet here she was, albeit not willing to acknowledge the fact that it was actually a good system.
[break][break]A comical scene due to his stubby little legs, Scrub ran over to the Skuntank that smelled just like him. Which, in his mind, was a lovely scent but what did he know? He was a literal bag of trash. Excitedly, Scrub exclaimed, "Mine!" Although Gigi was incapable of understand the Trubbish, she internally aww'd at the poison types cute little lisp. She would never get over Scrub, who epitomized the word "adorable". 
[break][break]Meanwhile, Terrabyte and Ethernet paired together - unless one of Maverick's Pokemon decided to break the duo. Once everyone was grouped up, Gigi struck a pose, "Game on!"