Commission

Tinkerer was an unassuming name. It didn't sound like much. It certainly didn't accurately communicate Phineas Mason's technological brilliance, and so one might wonder why it was the name he'd chosen when trying to gain a reputation as an expert inventor and expand his customer base.

It wasn't really a secret, though. It was just a name he was fond of, one that he associated with Chameleon and Beck. While he rolled his eyes at them for their theatrics, they teased him in turn for his habit of, well... tinkering. Working on an invention until he was satisfied that it was perfect, and then noticing tiny adjustments that could still be made and working on it some more. He'd keep tinkering on a project until it was taken away from him, and though he was able to tell when he was being a perfectionist -- most of the time -- that didn't make it any easier to resist the urge.

He had not yet reached the stage where he was just being a perfectionist. He might not even have the time to get there, because he'd only been given a few days to work on this suit and Sable Manfredi wanted to pick it up--

"The day after tomorrow."

"Tomorrow," Beck corrected him. 'Mysterio', lying low as one's android cooled its heels in Ryker's for one, disagreed thoroughly with Mason. "It's two in the morning. And you are being a perfectionist; you've completed the specs she asked for, right?"

"The sonics are working almost perfectly," Mason admitted. "And with the hydraulics it's deploying smoothly, but that's the problem. I'm running out of time to do anything except for settle on hydraulics." And hydraulics felt like they were barely a step up from the suction cups and rope-shooters on the Spider-Man costume he'd made for Chameleon.

All right, that was a slight exaggeration. Nothing was quite as embarrassing as the Spider-Man costume. Hydraulics were going to be a glaring weak spot for Silvermane's suit, though, and even if he was doing his best within time and budget constraints, he really didn't like not having the time to figure out something better.

"Well, look on the bright side," Beck offered. "You're not going to have time to program in a fail-safe, but you're not going to need to."

Mason rolled his eyes, but he had to fight back a smile. "Great, I appreciate that."