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[h2][color=#DEB887]Catherine[/color][/h2][/center]
[hr][center][h3]~8AM | MT ARAPILES | CAMP GROUND[/h3][/center][hr]

The thing about being old is that one gets to see many different places at many different times. As a self-described dicentenarian, Catherine had seen Australia evolve from its conception to the present. Even if the mountain she sat on was lovely, she was unimpressed. Even their winter was too warm, and, in her opinion, there was an awful lack of [i]culture[/i] in this country. It bothered her on some level, but, at the same time, she didn’t care.

Mt. Arapiles, though, was lovely- excepting the wisp currently squatting atop it. [i]That[/i] was the problem they had been sent to solve. Catherine listened to Sigrun quietly with a faint grimace, standing amongst the others in the grass. She had been annoyed when she had been made to apply the silly pink star to her habit but had complied despite herself. [color=#DEB887][i]Sometimes, we must do things we don’t want to.[/i][/color] It was as true a mantra as any prayer, and it had always soothed her. It was the definition of her life and her death, pretty much.

She met Vera’s eyes with a smile, nodding at her and Amelia’s suggestions. She had heard people murmuring about the ghost, of course, but it wasn’t as though she was inconspicuous and could ask more. People [i]noticed[/i] a nun in their midst. Already, people had come up to her asking if she was going to perform an exorcism and, if so, could they please watch? She just told them she was and made up some Latin words. It worked and it was funny, and those were really the only things she cared about.

She shook her head at Vera’s offering, and then smiled at her suggestion. Catherine quite liked the younger woman. She was amusing and made good conversation- something she felt people lacked nowadays. [color=#DEB887]“You pray to Lenin,”[/color] she said, wryly, [color=#DEB887]“and I’ll pray to Jesus. We can double up.”[/color]

Just then, the Australian boy entered. [color=#DEB887]“Yes, the… little ghoulie.”[/color] A smile quirked at her lips. An odd term. She glanced towards the mountain, casting grey eyes upward. [color=#DEB887] “It might be a good idea to start at Punks’ Rock,”[/color] she said. [color=#DEB887]“That sighting’s more recent, isn’t it?”[/color]