[b]The Forest of Helheim[/b]
In a clearing with a bedroll and campfire, a dark-hared man in dirty clothes- a sweatervest and slacks- sat roasting a skewer of meat and vegetables he'd brought up from the Mojave. He'd come up this way towards Seattle to look for signs of a settlement. And because someone at one of the NCR bases was offering him ten thousand caps if he could find something called "Bigfoot." He'd come across a strange fruit, covered in purple peels, all over the forest. Part of him wanted to eat it when he'd smelled it, but literally everything he knew about plants was screaming "Poison." So while his food cooked, he was running some tests on the plant. He'd gathered a number of samples, and was just about to peel it open and use one of the analysis kits he'd put together at the big MT when he heard movement in the bushes. And then a recorded voice of some kind as... well, large, metallic pinecones descended.

PINECONE ARMS! STRIKING IN THE SHADOW!

From the bushes, a team of [url=http://img4.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20140105051640/kamenrider/images/2/2f/Kurokage_Trooper.png]raiders in black armor[/url] jumped towards the fire from behind Cletus, as he reached to take bite of the kebab.

"If you're looking for food, siddown. If you're looking for trouble, get your affairs in order."

The raiders looked at each other before advancing, spears forward. The man sighed and took a bite before standing, placing it by the fire again. He cracked his knuckles and began walking towards them...

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[b]Helheim Forest, Moments Later[/b]

The pile of men stripped of armor next to a tree- beaten unconscious, thankfully. Normally people exploded when he hit them that hard. But the armor that they had been wearing seemed to absorb most of the damage. The question is where it ended up when he knocked them out. Well, no since in wondering. He shoved the belts into his pack, checking the results on the fruit.

[i]...I... how is a fruit that strong of a mutagen? This is... centuries of genetic shenanigans...[/i]

As he began peeling it again, hoping to look at the fruit itself, he thought better of it. Odds were good there'd be more of those raiders soon. He left the padlocks they were carrying- probably some kind of tribal badge- and stomped out his fire.