An hour later of long coversation with Russel and Cyn felt much better. She now knew a bit more about her new body and that apparently it needed to eat three times a day and it wasn't as tough as her former shell.
Now she was wandering the halls, wondering where everyone was. She didn't completly have the hang of her receptors and wanted someone to assist her. She had to be able to handle weapons still, as she was still expected to guard Plastic Beach.
She easily located the armory, as it seemed little ever changed around here. Murdoc had stocked up on all kinds of fun toys and Cyn couldn't help but to smile mischevously at the sight. She saw the shotgun mounted on the wall that she'd used in the Stylo video and right under it, her oozies. She stepped past the open heavy metal door but jumped as she enetered the room when someone spoke.
"Ey!" Came a gravelly voice. Murdoc Niccals was not fond of surprises. "Noodle aren't you- oh Cyborg your here, good I was hoping to find you anyways."
"It's Cyn." She stated stubbornly. Murdoc looked a bit shocked to see someone act defiantly towards him, though he was used to it from both Russel and Noodle. Anyone else would have suffered immediant consequenses, but Murdoc felt a kind of protective sense towards the cyborg. Still though...
"Watch that tone of yours. You could ask nicely and at least be a bit grateful for what you've been given."
Cyn looked at her hands. "I'm weak. Vunerable."
"Oh come on now, I wouldn't say tha'. Humans 'ave strengths that not even a robot can begin to even think about. Besides, ya still have yer steel skeletal structure and some other important bits n' peices."
"Forgive me Master. Thank you." She put her hands together and bowed.
Murdoc got an uneasy feeling in his stomach. "Don't call me that anymore. Your too... fleshy now. It's out o' place, though don't ya go forgetting who I am either." He warned.
"Yes Ma- Murdoc." Saying just his name felt weird. Still, he was in charge.
"As I was saying, you need to get accustomed to fighting in that body of yours." He grabbed a knife suddenly and sent it flying her way. He really wasn't too terribly worried, confident her built in reflexes would kick in.
Cyn jumped and planted her feet on the frame of the doorway, sending the blade sailing harmlessly pass only to plant itself in the wall very near to the hed of the passing 2D, who yelped. "Ey! Watchit, I'm notta kabob!" He quickly left as Cyn fell from her position in the doorway, giggling. She hit the floor with a thud and after another ow, she couldn't stop herself from laughing.
"What's wrong with you?" Murdoc stood over her, though not menacingly as Cyn finally dried her eyes. She had been laughing so hard she started crying. This body was very unpredictable. She wasn't quite sure what she had found so funny. "Whatever, get a weapon and go practice shooting at those damned pigeons that keep messing all over everything on Plastic Beach.