Hit The Crackpot [Ask/Dan]

It was finally time! Not only had he gotten the call himself, but all the pieces were in order for the absolute best reveal the exceedingly ecstatic vigilante could imagine. "Now where did I put that mask?", the inky blob of a man asked himself as he rummaged through the three cardboard boxes he owned. It would only take him a moment to find it and rest it atop his face, hiding what little of his identity that he felt was necessary. His purple suit hid him excellently in the shadows along the route to his daytime employer, the small bank resting on a corner street tucked a little away from the normal riff raff of the busy Akihabara street life.

"So, what are we dealing with?", Dan's voice rose yet moderately muffled by the pale white mask that rest atop his face. Looking down at the building from their vantage point Dan surveyed every inch. No police and no hostages from the looks of it. The job should be no more than a simple slip in and slip out unless something goes absolutely awry. Dan would lower himself into a crouch and nod to the cow suit clad kid that he had only encountered on a handful of other occasions, but tonight was their first real night as heroes working outside the confines of the law.

"There is a door in the back and I have a key if you want to take the quiet route... or we can get loud and hope our commotion gets the cops here sooner for when we are done.", the inky man presented the options to his compatriot, knowing full well any rash actions without consideration would likely present them with some issue later on in the night. Daniel would wait patiently for Chizuri's reply, his pale eyes locked imminently on the building below, slowly counting the targets and addressing if any of them had quirks with what little visual queues they offered that is.