Gravity Falls Mabel Grappling Hook Novels & Stories

Everyone covered their mouths, watching in terror as the scene unfolded. Oh god, it looked like Rafael and Lawrence would fall any minute! At this critical juncture, Everett and Dylan rushed forward, each grabbing one of Rafael's hands. Their other hands held onto the small trees. However, the distance between them was too great for them to pull Rafael up. Additionally, the two small trees were bearing the weight of four people, which was extremely perilous. At that moment, Thomas quickly lowered a grappling hook and rope, just long enough to reach Rafael's right hand.

Inside was a wooden platform with a rope pulley above it. She grabbed the rope that was incredibly long looped in a bin on the floor. “Don’t freak out,” she said before giving the top a good tug, and the platform began free falling. It actually fell so fast that they lifted off of their feet for a second, but with a sharp pull, it stopped. She began holding onto the rope this time as she tugged much more gently, feeding it up through the pulley, now a few stories above them. “Sorry! I didn’t remember it goes down faster the more people are in it. I’m usually alone.”

The main cable, the one that had been holding me for the last — however long it had been — tore apart with a sound like a cannon shot, and I felt the support vanish from above me in an instant. I fell. Not far. The secondary cable — the stabilization line the security team had attached to the winch — caught me after a drop of maybe two meters, and the sudden arrest slammed me downward against the harness with a force that drove the air from my lungs. But the angle — the angle was wrong. The secondary cable had been attached to a different point than the original, and when the original snapped, my geometry shifted. My body swung outward, away from the bridge, away from David, into open air, a

Now or never. I grabbed the grate near the corner of the building and let my body swing down, hanging free. I inched along the cold metal by my fingers. I swung my body back and forth slightly at the corner and released one hand making the grab for the other building’s grate but missed and almost dropped. Hanging by one arm I took another breath and swung again, this time making contact and gripping as tightly as I could.

I ask, knowing that he can’t do it, and he can’t hold onto us to bring him down, either. “He’s not going down the rope, you are.” “What?” I exclaim in a whisper. It was a miracle that I got up here, now I was meant to go down a rope without letting go and falling? This was the worst. “Just go.” He insists. Hesitantly I go to the rope and tug on it with my weight, just checking it could hold me. I look over the edge, it’s much higher looking down than it was looking up. With a deep breath I slowly go over the side, letting myself down one grip at a time. I had wrapped the rope around my ankles a little to give me a bit of a brace, just in case my hands slipped. About halfway down something fl

The purple light went blindingly white. Mwajuma didn't wait for the explosion. In mid-air, she reached out her hand toward the massive hanging vine. She focused every ounce of her remaining mana into the dust on her palm. She created a dense, heavy stone weight, connected to her wrist by a thin, flexible tether of woven earth and roots. She threw the stone like a bola. The stone weight wrapped perfectly around the thick vine. The tether caught tight. The sudden deceleration wrenched Mwajuma’s shoulder socket, tearing a scream from her lungs, but her downward momentum was halted. She swung wildly through the air, away from the falling monster.

Clyde smiled and looked at his face. "Good, I guess we've reached a compromise then" "Oh... Damn! I can't still forget the hurtful word you said earlier. F*ck my tiny ass. hole?" Clyde scoffed. "What do you want? Please, just tell me. I'll do anything" Mason groaned. **** Mabel inhaled deeply after teleporting with Karl. He looked pretty scared. He looked around and saw they were in a small garden close to Mabel's home. "What just happened? Damn! I saw her bullet almost getting to my chest. If you didn't slow motioned the time and disappear in time, we would have been dead"

I didn't buckle the strap to hold the Bowie hunting knife I had in the sheath strapped to my thigh, which meant it also fell to the ground. I was trapped. Hanging upside down by a simple rope snare, like I’d struggled to learn for the rabbits. The difference was that I was hanging twenty feet in the air. “Meadow, a little help here.” I grunted as I tried to bend my body up to try and reach my foot. Once I reached it, my hands burned. Don’t touch the rope, little one. You are untrained to handle it. What is this stuff? It’s not regular rope, Meadow.”

My legs panic, scrambling in thin air, gasping for breath, and trying to reach something to unhook me before I truly die by hanging with my own clothes. It seems like minutes but it’s only seconds before the tug that’s stopped me happens again, only I’m catapulted upward, once, twice, until instead of hanging by my cape a hard, strong arm catches me around the waist and yanks me into the side of the ravine, splatting me almost face first into mud and debris as my feet slide around for a solid surface.

When it grabbed my ankles for the second time I had tried releasing myself from the iron grip but my hands just kept going through the smoke as if it wasn’t being held by anything. “Hermione. Why do you have to be as stubborn as your damn dead mother!” Mabel shrieked. I was thrown across the room by my ankle. My body crashed on the wall and the pain shot through my whole body. I couldn’t get up. The landing was as bad as the crash due to colliding with a few desks on my way down, and I was left numb. My bones ached and I felt liquid beneath me. I moved my arms but I still couldn’t pick myself up. Damn! Mabel did a number on me this time. She really went to renew her powers wherever she was c