Kerjo
Dark/Ground Gym Leader
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- Age 32
- Mt. Silver
- Seen Jan 24, 2021
Ecruteak, a ghostly town in the Johto area known for its two towers. Naturally the town was beautiful and full of color with the trees covered in leaves that stayed golden all year round. In autumn when the leaves fell to the ground the Kimono girls would perform outside, dancing in perfected rhythm and causing the leaves to dance along off the wind from their clothes. On the east side of town was a Breeder's shop, started by one of Johto's pokemon champions when he decided to settle down and take over the Breeding business from Goldenrod. North of that was the tower in which the legendary bird, Ho-oh was believed to reside. The west side had the Gym, ran by Morty till the very day of his death. Along with the burned tower north of the gym, the west side of Ecruteak gave off a rather mysterious and ghostly vibe, a vide that was full of history.
Danny sighed, watching the storm outside the window of an old rundown house near the Breeder's shop. He patted the shivering Mudkip in his lap as the whole house shook from the roar of thunder. He smiled at the newly hatched Mudkip, hoping to calm it while inside Danny himself was scared. After his odd welcome to Johto there had been nothing but disasters and the towns looked like that had already been in disarray from earlier conflicts. After arriving in Ecruteak he had hoped to find some sort of help but the owner of the Breeder's shop had no room for him since he was taking care of not only the pokemon in the town, but the people who had rushed to him for shelter.
A knock on the door caught the boy's attention and his Aipom hopped over beside him, giving the door a curious look. From the corner of the room a red eye peered at the door as well. A murkrow, one that had hatched around the same time as the mudkip, stood on a broken part of the wall near the ceiling.
Giving the Mudkip one last pat, Danny stood up as the door screeched open. In the doorway stood a man, an old man. Wrapped tightly about his body was a wet cloak that completely covered him from the neck down. His hair was short, a dusty brown color that had grayed from age that was now as dark as chocolate with grey spots. His face looked old as it had wrinkles about it like a man near his 80s but his voice argued his age. This man was in fact only in his late 50s and not long ago he looked only like he was in his early 40s.
"I've brought you some food. There's enough for the pokemon, too!" His voice was warmed, it even seemed to calm down the Mudkip who was following close behind Danny as he approached the man. The boy reached for the box the man was holding and smiled a little.
"Thank you. I know you're busy and all over there so I really appreciate it." Danny looked at the box then back at the man. His green eyes were full of sorrow. Danny looked down again. 'So he still hasn't heard from his son…'
"No problem. I'd best be heading back, you take care now." The man turned and headed out into the rain, bringing a hood over his face. Danny watched him go, concern for his health. The wind picked up and lighting flashed and then everything went quiet. There was another flash of lightning and Danny caught a glimpse of a giant wall of fog, or something like fog heading towards the Breeder's shop and the house he was currently standing in.
His attention turned to the man as he called out some words that the boy couldn't make out. However he got a vague idea when a group of strong looking pokemon appeared out of nowhere and rushed towards the shop. One of the pokemon, a Togekiss headed for the house and tackled Danny spending the boy flying inside. His pokemon rushed towards him ready to defend, but after some talking with the Togekiss they just ran into his arms.
A loud rumbling sound rocked the house and the Togekiss stood over Danny and his pokemon. As it got louder the boy could hear screams cutting through the air and the sound of houses being torn apart and crashing upon the ground….
"HEY!!! Get up…I said GET UP!!!" Danny groaned as he was pushed over onto his back by someone's foot. Slowly he opened his eyes and rose up to a sitting position. He yawned as he rubbed his eyes and looked up at the man now standing at the entrance to his tent. It was one of the camp leaders.
"Get your pokemon, pack your stuff and anything else you might want to bring with you and come with me…" He left with that, leaving Danny with a confused look upon his face. The boy looked around the tent, slowly getting to his feet and proceeding with getting dressed.
Life in the camp wasn't as bad as he expected it to be, but it definitely had the struggling theme to it. While he didn't have to work every day, as one of the able people in the camp he had to do his part. Most of his work was treating ill pokemon that had a chance of being saved or people. He worked quietly, preferring not to converse with many and was usually doing his 'job' most of the day. It wasn't bad though, he always had his pokemon to help.
Still food wasn't in plentiful supply and many had to wear the same pair of clothes every day. Even though they had medics and others helping people out, many were still very ill and the lack of food reduced many to walking sticks that wandered around camp. Living arrangements were poorly made due to the amount of people and the limited number of space and tents. Danny was no exception to this rule, but thanks to his Marshtomp, he had a clean water supply to use to wash his clothes and instead of eating all his food in one go he saved it in moderation to keep his health and to not go days without something to eat. His tent was also only a tent filled with 3 other people around his age, so he was lucky enough to not be squeezed in which 6 or 7 other people like others were.
After getting fully dressed and getting his pokeballs clipped to his belt the boy headed out. He didn't bring anything with him, as he didn't have much left when he entered the camp 3 years ago. Just him and his pokemon.
After a while he came upon a hill where he noticed a tent that was slightly larger than the other tents around camp. Walking in, Danny wasn't surprised to see a few others sitting at a long meeting table. He took a sit on the left side of the table, in one of the empty seats closest to the exit. He watched the few others socialize before a man entered the tent, clearing his throat to announce his arrival.
From what Danny had gathered from being at the camp was the this man was once part of the Clan of Hope that rose up in Johto years ago to stop the Dark Brotherhood and that he was quite young for his age. However, just looking at the man confirmed the horrors that Danny had heard about that time in Johto. For a twenty-one year old he had the harden stare and vibe of someone well in their 30s or 40s. Scares ran down the side of his arms and along his face. Beside him was a Raichu that had just as many scars.
Suddenly, Danny's mind went back to the boy he had met when he first arrived. The almost soulless look in his eyes and the mumbling about being a gym leader. If the teen was right he would guess that the boy was now about the leader's age. Just maybe…
"Here's the deal we lost contact with six missionaries on a food quest a few nights ago, we fear the worst, unfortunately with the people getting sick and starving we do not have time to waste, so you six will be there replacements." There was a look of disgust on his face, as if he was disappointed for angry with the fact that the connection was lost. Danny could understand though, times were rough and losing people on food missions probably wasn't acceptable to him.
"Chukapis here will give you a weapon of your choice ether a pistol or a small sword." He patted his Raichu on the head and it picked up a tray with the weapons on it and carried it around. As it near Danny he thought about which one he would take. Hmm, a gun would be helpful with range…but if I'm in a tight spot and need to reload that could definitely be a problem. On the other hand a sword requires some technique and ensures close combat…but I can probably deal with that…
The Raichu stopped in front of the boy, raising the tray in a gesture for him to pick a weapon. Calmly he reached for one of the swords on the tray and a sheath. Oddly enough the blade felt a lot lighter than he had expected but was still a bit heavy. He slid it into the sheath and then tied it on to his belt, returning his attention to the Camp Leader.
"Your first mission begins right now; you will leave the camp and search for some kind of food source. Secondly as soon as you exit the camp please split up, for reasons I will explain shortly it will be less likely to get picked off traveling in smaller groups this way they can't catch your scent." Everyone nodded, completely understanding the task given to them and the reason for splitting up.
"One last thing the wild pokemon out there have become what most people are referring to as zombies, we have several reported cases of people getting bit turning into ravage hunger craved monsters, so please do not hesitate to kill any wild pokemon or humans that act funny. In certain situations you may have to kill your own pokemon, this is the world we live in today."
That was the end of the briefing and soon Danny was walking towards the gates with the others. While doing so he eavesdropped other what some of the others muttered under their breath and kept note of it. He was hoping to nothing went wrong with the mission. After all, he did seemed to have moments of bad luck.
"If you feel yourself being followed, please do not come back here till you feel you are safe." The warning was immediately followed by the shutting and locking of the gates. Danny sighed and walked off, not bothering to waste any time in the mission he was given…
Danny sighed, watching the storm outside the window of an old rundown house near the Breeder's shop. He patted the shivering Mudkip in his lap as the whole house shook from the roar of thunder. He smiled at the newly hatched Mudkip, hoping to calm it while inside Danny himself was scared. After his odd welcome to Johto there had been nothing but disasters and the towns looked like that had already been in disarray from earlier conflicts. After arriving in Ecruteak he had hoped to find some sort of help but the owner of the Breeder's shop had no room for him since he was taking care of not only the pokemon in the town, but the people who had rushed to him for shelter.
A knock on the door caught the boy's attention and his Aipom hopped over beside him, giving the door a curious look. From the corner of the room a red eye peered at the door as well. A murkrow, one that had hatched around the same time as the mudkip, stood on a broken part of the wall near the ceiling.
Giving the Mudkip one last pat, Danny stood up as the door screeched open. In the doorway stood a man, an old man. Wrapped tightly about his body was a wet cloak that completely covered him from the neck down. His hair was short, a dusty brown color that had grayed from age that was now as dark as chocolate with grey spots. His face looked old as it had wrinkles about it like a man near his 80s but his voice argued his age. This man was in fact only in his late 50s and not long ago he looked only like he was in his early 40s.
"I've brought you some food. There's enough for the pokemon, too!" His voice was warmed, it even seemed to calm down the Mudkip who was following close behind Danny as he approached the man. The boy reached for the box the man was holding and smiled a little.
"Thank you. I know you're busy and all over there so I really appreciate it." Danny looked at the box then back at the man. His green eyes were full of sorrow. Danny looked down again. 'So he still hasn't heard from his son…'
"No problem. I'd best be heading back, you take care now." The man turned and headed out into the rain, bringing a hood over his face. Danny watched him go, concern for his health. The wind picked up and lighting flashed and then everything went quiet. There was another flash of lightning and Danny caught a glimpse of a giant wall of fog, or something like fog heading towards the Breeder's shop and the house he was currently standing in.
His attention turned to the man as he called out some words that the boy couldn't make out. However he got a vague idea when a group of strong looking pokemon appeared out of nowhere and rushed towards the shop. One of the pokemon, a Togekiss headed for the house and tackled Danny spending the boy flying inside. His pokemon rushed towards him ready to defend, but after some talking with the Togekiss they just ran into his arms.
A loud rumbling sound rocked the house and the Togekiss stood over Danny and his pokemon. As it got louder the boy could hear screams cutting through the air and the sound of houses being torn apart and crashing upon the ground….
"HEY!!! Get up…I said GET UP!!!" Danny groaned as he was pushed over onto his back by someone's foot. Slowly he opened his eyes and rose up to a sitting position. He yawned as he rubbed his eyes and looked up at the man now standing at the entrance to his tent. It was one of the camp leaders.
"Get your pokemon, pack your stuff and anything else you might want to bring with you and come with me…" He left with that, leaving Danny with a confused look upon his face. The boy looked around the tent, slowly getting to his feet and proceeding with getting dressed.
Life in the camp wasn't as bad as he expected it to be, but it definitely had the struggling theme to it. While he didn't have to work every day, as one of the able people in the camp he had to do his part. Most of his work was treating ill pokemon that had a chance of being saved or people. He worked quietly, preferring not to converse with many and was usually doing his 'job' most of the day. It wasn't bad though, he always had his pokemon to help.
Still food wasn't in plentiful supply and many had to wear the same pair of clothes every day. Even though they had medics and others helping people out, many were still very ill and the lack of food reduced many to walking sticks that wandered around camp. Living arrangements were poorly made due to the amount of people and the limited number of space and tents. Danny was no exception to this rule, but thanks to his Marshtomp, he had a clean water supply to use to wash his clothes and instead of eating all his food in one go he saved it in moderation to keep his health and to not go days without something to eat. His tent was also only a tent filled with 3 other people around his age, so he was lucky enough to not be squeezed in which 6 or 7 other people like others were.
After getting fully dressed and getting his pokeballs clipped to his belt the boy headed out. He didn't bring anything with him, as he didn't have much left when he entered the camp 3 years ago. Just him and his pokemon.
After a while he came upon a hill where he noticed a tent that was slightly larger than the other tents around camp. Walking in, Danny wasn't surprised to see a few others sitting at a long meeting table. He took a sit on the left side of the table, in one of the empty seats closest to the exit. He watched the few others socialize before a man entered the tent, clearing his throat to announce his arrival.
From what Danny had gathered from being at the camp was the this man was once part of the Clan of Hope that rose up in Johto years ago to stop the Dark Brotherhood and that he was quite young for his age. However, just looking at the man confirmed the horrors that Danny had heard about that time in Johto. For a twenty-one year old he had the harden stare and vibe of someone well in their 30s or 40s. Scares ran down the side of his arms and along his face. Beside him was a Raichu that had just as many scars.
Suddenly, Danny's mind went back to the boy he had met when he first arrived. The almost soulless look in his eyes and the mumbling about being a gym leader. If the teen was right he would guess that the boy was now about the leader's age. Just maybe…
"Here's the deal we lost contact with six missionaries on a food quest a few nights ago, we fear the worst, unfortunately with the people getting sick and starving we do not have time to waste, so you six will be there replacements." There was a look of disgust on his face, as if he was disappointed for angry with the fact that the connection was lost. Danny could understand though, times were rough and losing people on food missions probably wasn't acceptable to him.
"Chukapis here will give you a weapon of your choice ether a pistol or a small sword." He patted his Raichu on the head and it picked up a tray with the weapons on it and carried it around. As it near Danny he thought about which one he would take. Hmm, a gun would be helpful with range…but if I'm in a tight spot and need to reload that could definitely be a problem. On the other hand a sword requires some technique and ensures close combat…but I can probably deal with that…
The Raichu stopped in front of the boy, raising the tray in a gesture for him to pick a weapon. Calmly he reached for one of the swords on the tray and a sheath. Oddly enough the blade felt a lot lighter than he had expected but was still a bit heavy. He slid it into the sheath and then tied it on to his belt, returning his attention to the Camp Leader.
"Your first mission begins right now; you will leave the camp and search for some kind of food source. Secondly as soon as you exit the camp please split up, for reasons I will explain shortly it will be less likely to get picked off traveling in smaller groups this way they can't catch your scent." Everyone nodded, completely understanding the task given to them and the reason for splitting up.
"One last thing the wild pokemon out there have become what most people are referring to as zombies, we have several reported cases of people getting bit turning into ravage hunger craved monsters, so please do not hesitate to kill any wild pokemon or humans that act funny. In certain situations you may have to kill your own pokemon, this is the world we live in today."
That was the end of the briefing and soon Danny was walking towards the gates with the others. While doing so he eavesdropped other what some of the others muttered under their breath and kept note of it. He was hoping to nothing went wrong with the mission. After all, he did seemed to have moments of bad luck.
"If you feel yourself being followed, please do not come back here till you feel you are safe." The warning was immediately followed by the shutting and locking of the gates. Danny sighed and walked off, not bothering to waste any time in the mission he was given…
