I didn’t see a lot of Kitsune growing up back home. Some have argued that the ones with fur all over their bodies would be perfect for the colder winters up there. Some have even decided to experiment with Northern Minnesota winters, only to find that someone who grew up in Los Angeles has no idea what real cold is like. So I didn’t have a lot of experience with Kitsune in real life when I met Rin on Sunnydale. I didn’t know what to expect of her, but several thousand G.I.s marching down the ramps, in cadence while singing her praises, was not anywhere in my speculations. That was a real Alice in Wonderland kinda day for me. Bright. Shiny. Crazy as a mad hatter. Just like Rin. Don’t get me wrong. She was smart. Scary smart like all cybers tend to be. But she was New Japanese to the code. That crazy amalgamation of Home Island Old Japanese and Los Angeles Surfer Culture is her baseline personality, and she positively loves to live it up at maximum volume. And for all that I love to play at my party animal roots, I had nothing on Rin. Turns out Los Angeles parties are a bit bigger and louder than the ones I grew up with, and Rin was a veritable master of ceremonies on the party circuit. I never had a boring cruise with her.