Hmmm. What do you think of this?
Posted: Wed Nov 05, 2008 7:11 am
IMPORTANT NOTE: The whole idea came to me when I was reading a biography of Dr. Johann Georg Faust (1480 - c. 1540), who was probably the origin of all the Faust legends, stories, etc. that sprang up after his death - Marlowe's and Goethe's probably being the most famous. The stories all struck me as profoundly unfair, because Dr. Faust was - from what I read - a man who was dedicated to the pursuit of knowledge for its own sake, rather than the black necromancer that he was made out to be. And so I thought, "What if Gabriel Knight was charged with separating fact from fiction on this case?"
This is an extremely rough draft and definitely unfinished... I've written a couple of scenes, but ever since I started it last year, I haven't had any ideas on how to continue. *shrugs* Hope you enjoy, and I hope you have some ideas... because I'm rather stuck! *blushes*
I was also hoping to eventually record it as a radio play, similar to the one Almirena created way back when, but there's no way to do that if it's not finished. Well, first things first! *smile*
Anyway, here is...
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The Continuing Adventures of Gabriel Knight in:
Live Faust, Die Young
Scene 1. Gabriel's castle, Schloss Ritter, in Germany... Gabriel is fast asleep in his bedroom. Despite the fact that the window is closed, however, the curtains are billowing inwards. Gabriel is tossing and turning, in the grip of a disturbing dream.
Gabriel: (in his sleep; slurred) No... no...
A face leers in the nightmare at Gabriel, a demonic face full of fangs and horns - only to be replaced by the face of a man, bearded, moustachioed and bespectacled; a kindly face, yet desperately worried about... something. Both faces disappear in a puff of smoke.
Gabriel: (in his sleep; slurred) Wha...?
Now a great fire appears in the dream; the man's face tries to scream something to him out of the fire, but dies away. In a shower of sparks, the man's face becomes younger and metamorphoses into the demonic visage - which reaches out to Gabriel with a talon. Gabriel wakes up.
Gabriel: Agh! (breathes heavily in fright) Man, what a dream. I should lay off the chilli bratwursts.
There is a heavy knock at the door. Gabriel sighs.
Gabriel: Coming!
Gerde enters with a breakfast tray. She looks up and giggles. Gabriel pulls up the blanket closer to him.
Gabriel: Gerde? Didn't I say I was coming?
Gerde: No, Herr Knight. You said "Come in" - so I did.
Gabriel: Get out!!
Gerde exits, muttering something unflattering under her breath.
Gabriel: God, sometimes I hate people who poke their noses in.
Grace enters breathlessly.
Grace: Hey Gabe, gotta minute?
Gabriel: Grace? What's up? And can you give me a minute to get dressed?
Grace: (sniffs; looks away) Take your time, hotshot. I doubt the dead guy is going to get much deader.
Gabriel: (in the act of zipping up his pants; zzzzzip...) What?!
Grace: (sighs) Always up to me to do the expository bit, isn't it? Get your coffee and let's go...
Scene 2. Schloss Ritter, downstairs. Gabe and Grace are having breakfast.
Gabriel: So who's the stiff?
Grace: The 'stiff' is Maximilian von Überschlatt, a descendant of some aristocratic family in Münich.
Gabriel: (chewing a piece of toast) Wait a minute. Aristocratic?
Grace: (terse) Yes. (sarcastically) You can tell by the 'von'.
Gabriel: Grace, you don't have to patronise me. I've been living here in Germany for... what, how long now?
Gerde: (serving them) Two years now, Herr Knight. And you still have the same grasp of the German language as a drunk praying mantis.
Gabriel: Vielen danke, mein fraülein Gerde.
Grace: Bitte schön, Herr Knight.
Gabriel: (somewhat annoyed) Look, what is this, Pick On Gabriel Day?
Gerde: Why not?
Grace: That's right. This could be amusing.
Gabriel: (furious) I'll tell you why not! Gerde, you work for me, and Grace... er...
Grace: (thoroughly unruffled) Yes...?
Gabriel: You... er... damn, you're attractive when you pretend not to care about what I'm saying. (Gerde rolls her eyes)
Grace: (arches an eyebrow) Pretend...?
Gabriel: Yeah! Like what you're doing now.
Grace: (sigh) Gabriel, I won't pretend I'm not flattered, but in case you forgot, we have a case to get to?
Gabriel: Oh! That's right. So who was this Maximilian an heir to?
Grace: (competently) The von Überschlatts are an aristocratic family, one of the oldest in Germany. Gerhardt von Überschlatt was one of the leaders of the Teutonic Order of knights that subjugated much of Poland and Lithuania in the 1300s. Johann von Überschlatt was a scholar, artist and composer during the Baroque period of the late 1600s, flourishing after the Thirty Years' War that tore Germany apart as a consequence of the Catholic-Protestant rift that was brought about by Martin Luther's famous theses being nailed to the Wittenberg church.
Gabriel: Yeah, that's great, but coming back to the 20th century...?
Grace: The von Überschlatt family had fallen on rather hard times in the fallout of the Second World War and were reduced to living in a mansion in a fashionable part of Münich.
Gabriel: (now it's his turn to arch an eyebrow) 'Reduced'?
Grace: Given that they owned a castle or two in Alsace-Lorraine, yes.
Gabriel: And owning a castle is a good thing, is it?
Grace: Heh. You own a castle, Gabe - you tell me.
Gabriel: Come on, Grace. You know as well as I do that owning one of these things is a lot of work, what with stamp duty and maintenance and all.
Grace: Well, the von Überschlatts owned some castles back at a time when those things meant a lot of money - what with taxing the peasants and droit de seigneur and all.
Gabriel: (sotto voce) Lucky bastards.
Gerde: (passing with a mug of beer) Pardon, Herr Knight?
Gabriel: Oh, nothing, Gerde.
Grace: That's right, Gerde. Gabriel was only rubbishing the von Überschlatts.
Gerde: But, Herr Knight, you mustn't do that. You do not know the von Überschlatts. (a light comes into her eyes - and into her voice) You do not know how wonderful the von Überschlatts are. They gave me my first job, they did, the von Überschlatts.
Gabriel: So how come you work here instead of with them?
Gerde: A distant cousin of the von Überschlatts family patriarch accused me of stealing. Me! A blameless Münich girl! But they all hanged together, and so I was fired. Oh! How inconsolable I was! But luckily I met Wolfgang Ritter not long after, and he gave me this job.
Grace: (drily) So much for 'the wonderful von Überschlatts'.
Gabriel: Anyway, Grace, we have a case. What can you tell me about Maximilian's death?
Grace: Family tried to hush it all up, Gabe - claimed it was suicide - but there's not much doubt about it. His head was smashed in with some blunt instrument. Not many people commit suicide by bashing their own head in.
Gerde: True. There are much less painful ways to go.
Gabriel: Exactly. Problem is, why are they telling such a ridiculous lie? Hmm - oh, and here's another thought -
Grace: (ironically) Another one, Gabe?
Gabriel: Yes, another one, actually - how come YOU know so much about it? Were you there?
Grace: You can stop climbing your high horse, Mr. High-and-Mighty Detective. Kommisar Stümper of the Prinzregentenplatz is investigating it, and he told me all about it.
Gabriel: Why did he tell you?
Grace: Because I, unlike some people, can get along with other people.
Gerde: And 'some people' would be...?
Gabriel: (sighs) Never mind, Gerde. Well, Grace - let's get on with the case!
Scene 3. At the Prinzregentenplatz, Gabriel and Grace are meeting with Kommisar Stümper...
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And this is where I drew a blank. I'm really not sure where it could go from here... has anyone any ideas?
Thanks for reading!
This is an extremely rough draft and definitely unfinished... I've written a couple of scenes, but ever since I started it last year, I haven't had any ideas on how to continue. *shrugs* Hope you enjoy, and I hope you have some ideas... because I'm rather stuck! *blushes*
I was also hoping to eventually record it as a radio play, similar to the one Almirena created way back when, but there's no way to do that if it's not finished. Well, first things first! *smile*
Anyway, here is...
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The Continuing Adventures of Gabriel Knight in:
Live Faust, Die Young
Scene 1. Gabriel's castle, Schloss Ritter, in Germany... Gabriel is fast asleep in his bedroom. Despite the fact that the window is closed, however, the curtains are billowing inwards. Gabriel is tossing and turning, in the grip of a disturbing dream.
Gabriel: (in his sleep; slurred) No... no...
A face leers in the nightmare at Gabriel, a demonic face full of fangs and horns - only to be replaced by the face of a man, bearded, moustachioed and bespectacled; a kindly face, yet desperately worried about... something. Both faces disappear in a puff of smoke.
Gabriel: (in his sleep; slurred) Wha...?
Now a great fire appears in the dream; the man's face tries to scream something to him out of the fire, but dies away. In a shower of sparks, the man's face becomes younger and metamorphoses into the demonic visage - which reaches out to Gabriel with a talon. Gabriel wakes up.
Gabriel: Agh! (breathes heavily in fright) Man, what a dream. I should lay off the chilli bratwursts.
There is a heavy knock at the door. Gabriel sighs.
Gabriel: Coming!
Gerde enters with a breakfast tray. She looks up and giggles. Gabriel pulls up the blanket closer to him.
Gabriel: Gerde? Didn't I say I was coming?
Gerde: No, Herr Knight. You said "Come in" - so I did.
Gabriel: Get out!!
Gerde exits, muttering something unflattering under her breath.
Gabriel: God, sometimes I hate people who poke their noses in.
Grace enters breathlessly.
Grace: Hey Gabe, gotta minute?
Gabriel: Grace? What's up? And can you give me a minute to get dressed?
Grace: (sniffs; looks away) Take your time, hotshot. I doubt the dead guy is going to get much deader.
Gabriel: (in the act of zipping up his pants; zzzzzip...) What?!
Grace: (sighs) Always up to me to do the expository bit, isn't it? Get your coffee and let's go...
Scene 2. Schloss Ritter, downstairs. Gabe and Grace are having breakfast.
Gabriel: So who's the stiff?
Grace: The 'stiff' is Maximilian von Überschlatt, a descendant of some aristocratic family in Münich.
Gabriel: (chewing a piece of toast) Wait a minute. Aristocratic?
Grace: (terse) Yes. (sarcastically) You can tell by the 'von'.
Gabriel: Grace, you don't have to patronise me. I've been living here in Germany for... what, how long now?
Gerde: (serving them) Two years now, Herr Knight. And you still have the same grasp of the German language as a drunk praying mantis.
Gabriel: Vielen danke, mein fraülein Gerde.
Grace: Bitte schön, Herr Knight.
Gabriel: (somewhat annoyed) Look, what is this, Pick On Gabriel Day?
Gerde: Why not?
Grace: That's right. This could be amusing.
Gabriel: (furious) I'll tell you why not! Gerde, you work for me, and Grace... er...
Grace: (thoroughly unruffled) Yes...?
Gabriel: You... er... damn, you're attractive when you pretend not to care about what I'm saying. (Gerde rolls her eyes)
Grace: (arches an eyebrow) Pretend...?
Gabriel: Yeah! Like what you're doing now.
Grace: (sigh) Gabriel, I won't pretend I'm not flattered, but in case you forgot, we have a case to get to?
Gabriel: Oh! That's right. So who was this Maximilian an heir to?
Grace: (competently) The von Überschlatts are an aristocratic family, one of the oldest in Germany. Gerhardt von Überschlatt was one of the leaders of the Teutonic Order of knights that subjugated much of Poland and Lithuania in the 1300s. Johann von Überschlatt was a scholar, artist and composer during the Baroque period of the late 1600s, flourishing after the Thirty Years' War that tore Germany apart as a consequence of the Catholic-Protestant rift that was brought about by Martin Luther's famous theses being nailed to the Wittenberg church.
Gabriel: Yeah, that's great, but coming back to the 20th century...?
Grace: The von Überschlatt family had fallen on rather hard times in the fallout of the Second World War and were reduced to living in a mansion in a fashionable part of Münich.
Gabriel: (now it's his turn to arch an eyebrow) 'Reduced'?
Grace: Given that they owned a castle or two in Alsace-Lorraine, yes.
Gabriel: And owning a castle is a good thing, is it?
Grace: Heh. You own a castle, Gabe - you tell me.
Gabriel: Come on, Grace. You know as well as I do that owning one of these things is a lot of work, what with stamp duty and maintenance and all.
Grace: Well, the von Überschlatts owned some castles back at a time when those things meant a lot of money - what with taxing the peasants and droit de seigneur and all.
Gabriel: (sotto voce) Lucky bastards.
Gerde: (passing with a mug of beer) Pardon, Herr Knight?
Gabriel: Oh, nothing, Gerde.
Grace: That's right, Gerde. Gabriel was only rubbishing the von Überschlatts.
Gerde: But, Herr Knight, you mustn't do that. You do not know the von Überschlatts. (a light comes into her eyes - and into her voice) You do not know how wonderful the von Überschlatts are. They gave me my first job, they did, the von Überschlatts.
Gabriel: So how come you work here instead of with them?
Gerde: A distant cousin of the von Überschlatts family patriarch accused me of stealing. Me! A blameless Münich girl! But they all hanged together, and so I was fired. Oh! How inconsolable I was! But luckily I met Wolfgang Ritter not long after, and he gave me this job.
Grace: (drily) So much for 'the wonderful von Überschlatts'.
Gabriel: Anyway, Grace, we have a case. What can you tell me about Maximilian's death?
Grace: Family tried to hush it all up, Gabe - claimed it was suicide - but there's not much doubt about it. His head was smashed in with some blunt instrument. Not many people commit suicide by bashing their own head in.
Gerde: True. There are much less painful ways to go.
Gabriel: Exactly. Problem is, why are they telling such a ridiculous lie? Hmm - oh, and here's another thought -
Grace: (ironically) Another one, Gabe?
Gabriel: Yes, another one, actually - how come YOU know so much about it? Were you there?
Grace: You can stop climbing your high horse, Mr. High-and-Mighty Detective. Kommisar Stümper of the Prinzregentenplatz is investigating it, and he told me all about it.
Gabriel: Why did he tell you?
Grace: Because I, unlike some people, can get along with other people.
Gerde: And 'some people' would be...?
Gabriel: (sighs) Never mind, Gerde. Well, Grace - let's get on with the case!
Scene 3. At the Prinzregentenplatz, Gabriel and Grace are meeting with Kommisar Stümper...
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And this is where I drew a blank. I'm really not sure where it could go from here... has anyone any ideas?
Thanks for reading!