The most dangerous thing about Mechaniacal was that he seemed so reasonable.Isaac knew that couldn’t be true. The tinker was a supervillain, one terrifying enough that he’d been imprisoned on the moon decades before Isaac was born. He couldn’t shake the sense that he was being led by the nose, and he had to double and triple check that he wasn’t accidentally using his power to reinforce that feeling.. After his successful failure with the Great Kings, he was all too aware of how easy it might be to railroad himself into something he didn’t want.“Really, the persistence is the most fascinating aspect,” Mechaniacal said, surveying a bank of sensor readouts that were complete gibberish to Isaac.“I’ve tried to get rid of it, actually,” he volunteered, sitting next to Sarah – or maybe it was Scheherazade – in a chair that was far too comfortable for being made of metal. Some tinker magic, he assumed. “But it isn’t something I’ve been able to change, ironically.”“I think learning to do so would be about as difficult as learning to break your own arm by flexing,” Mechaniacal said judiciously. “I wouldn’t recommend it. Powers are complex things, existing in a balance within themselves.” He looked away from the sensors long enough to make a weighing gesture with both hands, tilting back and forth. “Modifying the nature of a power itself is a tricky business, especially something so deeply intrinsic.”“Still something to keep in mind,” Isaac said, not entirely willing to let go of the idea. “I don’t like the idea of leaving altered things lying around just because I can’t get back to fix them.”“Is that not just life?” Mechaniacal asked, and Isaac couldn’t tell if it was rhetorical or not. “In fact, it’s rare that you can change something you’ve done. Too many supers are careless with their powers simply because there is a temporary nature to them. Tinkers, though, we have to be careful. As do (...)