(Because I just noticed Rick's edit)

Sylvia still seems a bit grumpy, but does give a concise nod that she'll help if she has any ideas.

"Sure... The text on the wall here says 'Seek to learn from the past, or be doomed to repeat it', if that helps."

Then the first question comes and...

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Sylvia shrugs. She has no idea, clearly, or at least nothing that would satisfy as a proper answer.

Rick waves Sylvia off, he know this.

"The bottom of Rick's foot."

He lifts a foot from the wall,

"This part here, the part that's on the ground when Rick walks."

Rick is proud of the answer.

There is a long, long pause at Rick's answer. As if the mask is contemplating. As if there is a part of it that just wanted to give him the win.

instead, a series of flashing lights escapes its maw, and Rick gets blasted for 11 damage as miniature missiles seek him out before impacting.

"Another aspect of me would likely have accepted that answer, but this fragment of me has not been imbued with the same level of humor."

"Second question. What is a titan?"

Oren will, as soon as he has smashed the armor and sees that it is no longer moving, get down on his knees and as carefully as he can, examine it for....anything, that could have made it magical, or anything about it that seems different that a regular armor would.

(Investigation check?)

"To be fair, Rick did kind of cheat the fiction door.  Though it is undeniably thematic for reality to be cruel...  Are you settled to proceed?  I can take...  Valour?  I'd say I have a bit more than double the odds of stepping on a trap."

Rick winces on the wall and glares at the mask before scrambling to the ground.

"Rick didn't make a joke. Rick answered, Rick gave a perfect answer, and Rick got shot."

He looks over to Sylvia for a bit of support on this question.

"I think it meant the other kind of sole..." Sylvia remarks, then thinks..

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"I mean, I know Comedy is a titan, obviously, but I never really stopped to think what that means beside being my creator..? Some kind of divine being..?"

Investigation check!: 4

Investigation :  3

Oren checks the armor, but can't find anything that really screams "magical". Most of it is battered beyond use as well. The sword at least seems like it could potentially still be useful.

Oren will pick up the sword and swing it and check its balance.    Then look down at his belt and try to figure out a decent way of carrying it. 

Breldo mutters about armor puppets and cutting their strings as he backs out of the reality hallway and eases out of his armor, pulling out a swath of spider silk that he uses to bind his wounds.

HP: 6

((Back to 19/22 HP))

Breldo takes just a few short moments to apply some prepared bandages to his wounds, patching up the worst of it.

"Alright then, guess I'll just...  Get moving?" Khond heads towards Valour - unless that was one Oren wanted to try?  I believe there were two doors left unattended.

Rick starts edging towards the door and gives the answer he thinks the mask wants,

"Rick heard that a titan is a mortal loaned magic meat from the Father to become a god. Oh, Rick also heard that titans murdered Father, so titans are also murders."

He winces preemptively.

Breldon will hold off on going down Reality, if there are puppets set to attack people, everyone getting attacked by their own means someone is gonna get cornered without help. He'll at least observe Khond's attempt.