Gravity Falls Mabel Grappling Hook Novels & Stories

She turned her hand and held the coiled rope so that it would slide off of her fingers easily and then she engaged the hooks on the hook and began to swing it around and around, gathering momentum with each twist of her wrist. When she was sure that she had enough speed to send it sailing far enough, she released the cord and let the grappling hook fly. It went farther than she had expected it to go but it still landed on top of the building. Amanda quickly pulled the rope back toward herself until the hook gripped onto something on the rooftop. She gave several good tugs on the rope, and then wrapped it around her arm and leaned back, letting it take the majority of her weight. Fairly certa

The first slider lost immediately the balance, slipping over in the wind and had to turn off. Kael lost no second. He used the elastic repulsion of the torn rope, catapulted through the air and grabbed the second dew that the steel lungs held captive. His claws flashed in the dazzling sunlight, and also the second connection was cleared. A tangible jerk went through our rover. The steel coils suddenly rose by ten meters up, freed from the load. “Kael!” I cried while I ripped the control cross to the right with all my strength,

The weight of the directory was pulling him down. ​And as he gripped her ankle tighter, the big iron crane above them snapped. Its main cable severing under the weight of the manual override as the multi-ton electromagnetic disk began to fall towards her head like a hammer.

The dead iron ring on his finger was ready to catch the spark. I grabbed the thick iron chain attached to the teardrop. Even with my bandaged hands, the weight of the raw metal was staggering. "Lower it!" I commanded. Fifty men grabbed the chain, hauling the massive teardrop to the edge of the shaft. With a heavy, grinding screech, they pushed it over the lip. The chain began to unspool. I closed my eyes and threw my consciousness down the hole, riding exactly one foot ahead of the falling Anchor.

The rear track clipped the edge of the ice. CRASH. Sebastian’s snowmobile slammed into the ice cliff, shattering. Sebastian and Harper were thrown forward. "Grapple!" Sebastian yelled. He activated the winch built into his left gauntlet. THWIP. A steel cable shot out, embedding itself in the ice near Jack’s snowmobile. The cable went taut instantly. Sebastian swung in the air, dangling over the water. His right hand was gripping Harper’s wrist. She was hanging below him, her boots skimming the waves.

Maru broke his friend’s spell of euphoria after five minutes of indulging Tiny slim. “HAHAHA! Okay, Maru!” Tiny Slim plunged from the air to return to the position of his friend. His smile was so big that his face was akin to an inflated balloon, ready to burst out at any moment. Maru was pleased to see the reaction of Tiny Slim. He recalled that he also had that same feeling when he first negated the effect of gravity beneath his feet and learned how to explore the domain above its attraction. “BOOM!” light cascaded upon the descending figure of Tiny Slim. A spherical entrapment entombed the fat boy for a moment.

A deep, tectonic boom that shook the very foundations of the houses. **[ATTENTION USERS: YOUR SUBSCRIPTION HAS BEEN VOIDED.]** **[INITIATING 'FORCED RECALL' OF ALL LOCAL HARDWARE.]** --- ### The Magnet of the Sky A massive, blue beam of light shot down from the cargo plane, hitting the center of the street. It wasn't a laser. It was a **Gravitational Pull**. I felt my plastic feet lift off Sam’s shoulder. "Kaima!" Rowan screamed, grabbing a drawstring on Sam’s hoodie to stay grounded.

They were turning the moon's corpse into a "Flail." The physics of the siege were brutal and primitive. By linking the fragments, the Union created a "Variable-Mass-Anchor." When the Curators attempted to use their "Gravity-Beams" to sweep the debris away, the Union responded by "Shifting" the center of gravity. They moved their gliders and heavy equipment from one fragment to another, causing the entire moon-field to wobble and spin in unpredictable patterns that defied the Curators' stabilizers.

I can see the tops of dozens of gigantic New York buildings all around us like a topographical map of brick and steel. The wind is whipping through the tiny room like the beginnings of a tropical storm. “No,” I gasp, realizing what he’s planning. “Yup.” Grant attaches a rock-climbing carabiner to a hole in the metal beam. “But we’re, like, 100 floors above the ground!” “Eighty-eight, to be precise,” he says as he puts on the body harness. “How many feet is that?!” “From here? About 1300.” “You have 1300 feet of rope in there?!”

Motivated, the goblin disappeared from view. "Shit," Mike muttered, approaching another podium nearby. Standing on it firmly, he grabbed onto the side with one hand and touched the metal sphere at its base. Expecting to lurch upward, he felt ghost hands grab him around his legs and back, holding him in place as the podium moved. Mike discovered quickly that rubbing his hand upward on the sphere caused it to fly, while left and right moved it along the long rows of books. He quickly landed his podium next to Tink's, stepping out onto the marble floor.