"Morning!"

Isaac won't attempt further conversation if Jonathan won't; he's a morning person, but he's civilized enough not to inflict it on others.

A fine habit.

He gets ridiculous breakfast in the ridiculous cafeteria, then for lack of a better plan, ambles around some more of campus until it's time to find the parkour group.

The parkour group consists of: the four-armed girl from last night, a boy and girl who appear to be twins, a girl with a claymore sheathed on her back, a gruesome-looking golem made of graffiti'd bricks and concrete with broken glass for teeth, a girl wearing high heels with an otherwise sensible outfit, and Jesse.

Jesse waves. "Small world, huh? Are you here to become a Parkour Hooligan?"

“I've got no experience in parkour or hooliganism, but I figured I'd give it a try!”

"We all start somewhere!" says the girl with four arms. "I'm Zafira, I don't think we were ever introduced. This is my club; welcome to it."

"I'm Eli," says the male twin.

"I'm Elizabeth," says the female twin.

"Riya, charmed," says claymore girl in a pleasant British accent.

"Ian," grunts the golem in a markedly less pleasant British accent.

Girl in high heels waves. "I'm Sylvia!"

"And you know Jesse," Zafira says. "Who, then, are you?"

“Jonathan! I got— nice to meet you,” he says in the manner of one falling back on a stock phrase to badly cover up changing his mind about what he was going to say.

"Nice to meet you too," Zafira nods. "If you don't have any parkour experience, would you rather try a run with the rest of us or should I spend a while showing you the ropes?"

“Uh, I'm up for either, I do know some things about uneven terrain but, like, in the woods, not concrete. I'm a new Exemplar and I can fly instead of falling down. What do you think?”

Zafira looks him over assessingly. "Yeah, go ahead and try to keep up. We'll start off easy and run from here to Hawthorne. Don't just fly there, that'd be boring, but don't worry about 'cheating' with your powers either. Got it?"

“Got it!”

"Alright! Three, two, one, go!"

Zafira goes on all, uh, sixes, and starts bounding southward. The rest of them free-run more conventionally, leaping over benches and low walls and running at a fast but sustainable pace. Jesse seems to be the fastest on a straightaway bar Zafira; Sylvia's heels hinder her not at all as she dodges and weaves; Riya, suddenly clad in full plate armor, clanks as she runs but is apparently unimpeded by her choice of athletic wear.

He doesn't exactly keep up with the pack, having neither the particular skills of the sport nor a ground-movement-oriented mutation, but he knows what to do with a low wall when he sees one, and not flying doesn't mean not cheating at momentum, and he's got an Exemplar's brain to figure out the route as he goes.