Azalea's bunny ears, interestingly enough, were never really ears. Her faunus heritage had, of course, given her those ears to show that she was genetically related to a rabbit, but she possessed a pair of human ears as well, which ultimately served as her true method of hearing. Instead, her fluffy rabbit ears were just unnecessary additions to her head, the white fur hiding the horrendous amount tissue underneath. Needless to say, it didn't hurt at all when the crow faunus, Yu, began to tug at it.

It was nice that she was so willing to get touchy-feely with Azalea. It made the rabbit faunus happy, that the sleek, exotic girl would be willingly to share pain with her. Craning her neck further, in an almost unnatural manner, she somehow stretched her neck so that her face was almost in front of Yu, before saying with a smile, all full of rainbows and darkness,[b] “Yep, let's go on a date sometime, girlfriend~!”[/b]

Before she could follow that tangent further though, an announcement from that Headmistress sounded out once more, and a rumble reverberated from the airship. Staying balanced herself, even as her quarry loosened her grip on Azalea's ear, the bunny wabbit girl could only make a sad face as she watch that beautiful crow lady fall out and away, plummeting into the big blue sky. Welp, at least, whilst g-forces were wrenching her waifu away from her, the pink-haired girl had managed to pluck a feather from Yu's chest. Nibbling on that black feather tentatively, Azalea smiled once more.

It tasted [i]lovely[/i].

Stepping on the floor of the cabin while humming a fun little tune, even as the room disintegrated around her, students flying in every which direction, Azalea peered over the edge of the floor, towards the forest down below. It was almost as if air pressure, wind, and gravity all had no effect on her, as she tumbled with the metal remains of the floor. But then again, she wasn't wearing any shoes, and her feet grasped onto the edge of the plate with enough force to keep her standing on it. The rest of that impressive feat simply came from her abs and her ability to stay calm in the face of scary things. After all, if the world was out to get her that badly, clearly, the application of Azalea's Theory of Happiness would show that the world actually loved her! With that in mind, she took the time to see how other wingless people made their landings.

One faunus in particular caught her attention, mainly with her usage of grappling hooks to slow her descent by emulating a monkey. So that's what she'll do! Might as well find that blue-haired canine-ish faunus and go say 'hi' as well!

Finally releasing her feet's grip on the metal plate, Azalea drew out her Raptor Raptures, those saw-like daggers that she had learned to love during the course of her primary Huntress-training, and flicked them into the air. Somersaulting as she caught the twirling blades with her feet, the faunus fell straight down, counting down in her head. As the count reached zero, she kicked outwards with the first blade, launching it outwards to the maximum extension of fifteen meters...and didn't hit anything.

Azalea shrugged inwardly, used her big toe to press the 'reeling' button on the pommel of her first dagger, and made another attempt, this time snagging the blade onto the trunk of a tree. With a mighty, panty-flashing pull of her legs, she launched herself into a curved fall, tucking her body into a cannonball position as she unceremoniously smashed through all the branches of the trees that impeded her pendulum-esque path. Branches and leaves whipped and cut her, proving that nature's giants were all masochists, and proving that they must have loved Azalea's prescence so very much. Some of them were so eager to feel her that they even allowed themselves to be sliced apart by the steel wire of her 'hook', falling and bouncing off her. As she made a full swing, the momentum of the fall being lost in the pendulum motion, Azalea kicked out her reloaded blade once more, striking the trunk of a tree and halting her motion.

And just like that, she had survived her fall, with just a dozen or so superficial cuts and bruises to show for it~!

Blowing a kiss to the trees, she disregarded the fact that the back and sleeves of her schoolgirl uniform was pretty much in tatters at that point, and pulled out her blades, sheathing them once more as she hopped down the branches of a tree. 

[b]“Now,”[/b] Azalea announced to no one in particular, [b]“Let's find some friends~!”[/b]

With those positive, cheery, friendly thoughts, the bleeding girl began her hunt, enjoying the small pains that wracked her delicate, fragile body.