The very first thing that Silas could think in this VR game was that his body felt heavy as he ran a hand down his avatar and felt the computer-generated muscle. Vincent stifled a laugh at the thought of him being so beefy.

His entire growing up he’s been the kid who would be good for sports like soccer and cross country, never football or basketball because of his slimmer frame. But now, it seemed like he even got a little bit of a growth spurt within this new body. Heck, even his shirt seemed to be struggling to fit. A smile grew on his face as he figured out how to record, wanting this to be a part of his introduction video for his stream versus doing this live ; he needed time to figure out the controls and mechanics.

After his time spent ogling and feeling himself up, Vincent pressed a button and is immediately being transported and his senses hit overdrive while the sensation of this pokemon game feels like nothing he’s ever experienced before. A beautiful, tall woman appears in his vision and he offers her a dim-witted smile.

" Alright, that sounds good to me. Pokemon, yep. I know all about ‘em. " He lied through his teeth, his information barely scratched the surface with the research he was trying to do. Vincent barely could tell the types apart and mostly memorized the very first generation, he could only hope that would be enough.

" Ask away, prof, I wouldn’t be here if I wasn’t big into games, yanno? " Vincent crossed his arms against his wide chest, his gaze looking the woman up and down before glancing over her to the 24 balls, which he assumed to be the pokemon. A genuine nod as he sat down across from Professor Ash.

All he wanted was something useful, maybe even something that would be good for a beginner, but he couldn’t tell her that.

This new body of his feels fraudulent, it takes up the entire width of the chair as he sits tall while his back resembles the rigids of a mountain range. Vincent’s gaze is broken for a second at the first question, his teeth biting down into his bottom lip for a moment as he began to craft the web to maneuver around with as much cleverness that he could muster up while still being honest.

"What a question, Professor Ash." Vincent began, "You know, i’m not against a white lie here or there.” he answered with a voice lower than his natural one, maneuvering hands that were thicker and a frame built with more muscle than Vincent could even imagine on his actual body. ”but lying about big things? out of the question." This was one of the first times he hadn’t felt empowered by his attitude on switching, adjusting, and hustling to achieve his goals. In Los Angeles, it was simply what was done on the climb to the top.

"My parents are my lifeline, they give me what I need and I feel indebted to them to make them proud." Vincent looked directly at the Professor, hiding that his biggest lifeline had also been his biggest critic and the reason why he felt less than in comparison to the ideal. "I’m sure there are others who have helped, but saving my life? I’m not sure. I think there are more doubters than there are people on my team." A hint of resentment could be heard in his words, a rough gravel in the depths of his voice and a purposeful glance to the side made Vincent feel far more exposed than he was expecting to feel.

At the last question, his pride swelled and the man sat up a bit taller in his seat while he crossed his legs and placed his hands onto his lap. "I’m the biggest hustler that you’ll find in the world. I know what i’m destined for and i’m fighting tooth and nail to achieve that. I’m also pretty clever, a good speaker, and good with people." His voice bellowed with ego but in a way that Vincent knew that these were simply facts.

"I’m also pretty good at battling, i’ve been that way since picking up the original games, especially with the birds. They were always so strong." And there he went again, potentially biting off far more than he could chew in trying to white-lie about things he barely knew anything about.

If this were to have been the real world, the Professor might’ve seen the sweat growing on his brow as he sommersalted and bent his way through some of those answers. She didn’t seem like someone who was foolish and so he figured she was simply being kind more than his own ability to lie working on someone as profound as a professor.

“And thank you too, Professor.” He offered a genuine smile, mostly in relief that the interview was over and with quite interest watched the woman’s process in finding him the perfect partner. At her explanation of the perfect partner, Vincent nods with as much suave and casual energy that he can muster as the pokeball is placed into his hand and he reads the word FENNEKIN.

Like hell, he had no idea what this meant or how to pronounce it.

“I’ll take care of ‘em with my life, that I can promise you.” Vincent gave a nod, standing up from his seat and heading out into this new video game world, ready to finally do his intro and start his ascension into UNOVR streaming.