/Disclaimer: No characters, not even the Grey Jinjo family, are mine. I'm guessing there's ten of them because it fits the pattern. The idea of Mumbo and Humba co-operating in precisely this manner for precisely these reasons is mine, but Rare own the characters so obviously any decision they make is final.
There are no new areas. Yet./
Powers Combined
Humba stared at Mumbo. Mumbo stared at Humba. What they had just done was surprisingly easy, and the pressure of magical exclusivity was gone from them. They gave each other a sheepish grin.
"Mumbo sorry for poking fun at Humba. Humba good at transformations. Mumbo could never do Daddy-T-Rex spell. T-Rex too big for mighty Mumbo magic…"
"Wumba pool great store of magic. Only small trigger and Glowbo needed to transform. Mumbo have much skill in fieldwork spells beyond what Humba can cast unaided. Mumbo is big heap hero for zapping baddies."
"Well", said Kazooie, "It seems like you two have finally seen sense!"
Everybody breathed out.
"Congratulations on your new era of co-operation!", said Bottles.
"I'd a' had the pair of you doin' drills if this had lasted much longer! Dissention in the ranks deserves no less!", said Jamjars.
"All right, Jamjars, we all hated this friction", said Banjo, "but it's over now. Perhaps you could pave the way for the purification of our old home, Mumbo, Humba?"
"No rivalry like shamanistc rivalry", muttered Bottles. Kazooie heard and gave him a long, hard stare.
"Just thinking aloud!", he added, with just a trace of a nervous giggle. It died beneath her gaze.
"Mumbo and Humba must study long to create mega-powerful spell. Will try and make Glowbo obsolete; fieldwork powers plus magic pool means much magic", said Mumbo.
"Exactly how long?", Kazooie asked Humba, feeling her point with Bottles well made.
"Magic big heap different. Will need much study to perfect mix. Humba thinks a week will see spell done. Grey Jinjo family not get any more dead in a week", she added, firmly.
"That's for sure", muttered Kazooie.
A week passed, and Jinjo Village turned out in full to witness the magical resurrection of their kin. King Jingaling was out in the front, giving the youngest of his kingdom GruntyHead footballs left, right and centre.
The construction of the pool had been the talk of the town over the past week, as Mumbo and Humba each added their own magical plants and herbs into it. Magical bangs, flashes and clouds of steam accompanied each carefully thought out addition to the mix as they added steadily more volatile elements to it, stabilized by just the right amount of certain other ingredients. They had not told anyone the true nature of the process; one misstep could blow a crater in the Isle 'o Hags… or simply make the island a tentacle festooned monstrosity, mutating into things the very Devil has no idea what.
There were two more ingredients to go.
"Marinated Puftup Liver!", called Mumbo clearly across the Village. The liver was the most poisonous part of the blowfish-like Puftup.
He dropped it into the pool, which turned a bright orange, let out a firecracker-like series of bangs and a thick cloud of multicoloured sparks.
"OOOOOOHHHHHHHH…AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH", went the crowd. Mumbo could really do without this…
"Thorn of Eyestalk Cactus", said Humba with some reverence. The Eyestalk Cacti were so magical that anyone foolish enough to sleep close to them might wake in a different shape… or not at all.
With suitable caution, Humba used her tongs to carefully select a thorn of the right size and weight from the bag in her left hand. She then carefully dropped it into the pool.
The world went white. The light was everywhere, everything. There were no shadows, no colours, no shapes. Just light, and a sense of something… rushing… past…
And suddenly contrast snapped back, and everyone was staring into a pool of the purest white light. The rushing sound was still there, contained in the pool. The pool represented the purest magical restorative reserves imaginable. The rest was up to Mumbo.
Mumbo stepped up to the pool and placed the head of his magical zap stick into the magic. In reaction to the contact multicoloured sparks raced up the stick and across Mumbo's arm. Almost immediately he was shrouded in a curtain of magical energy, which crackled as he moved. The onlookers looked on in awe.
"EEKUM-BOKUM, EEKUM-BOKUM, EEKUM-BOKUM, DEEJOWMON! EEKUM-BOKUM, EEKUM-BOKUM, EEKUM-BOKUM, DEEJOWMON! EEKUM-BOKUM, EEKUM-BOKUM, EEKUM-BOKUM, DEEJOWMON!", chanted Mumbo.
Ten small figures rose out of the rubble around the Grey Jinjo Family House. Bits of rubble and wall fell UP, patching together the rough shape of a Jinjo home.
"EEKUM-BOKUM, EEKUM-BOKUM, EEKUM-BOKUM, DEEJOWMON! EEKUM-BOKUM, EEKUM-BOKUM, EEKUM-BOKUM, DEEJOWMON! EEKUM-BOKUM, EEKUM-BOKUM, EEKUM-BOKUM, DEEJOWMON!"
The pool of magic shone like a second sun. Little globes of magic spiralled around the site of the spell, ever rebuilding.
"EEKUM-BOKUM, EEKUM-BOKUM, EEKUM-BOKUM, DEEJOWMON! EEKUM-BOKUM, EEKUM-BOKUM, EEKUM-BOKUM, DEEJOWMON! EEKUM-BOKUM, EEKUM-BOKUM, EEKUM-BOKUM, DEEJOWMON!"
The ten figures, suspended high above their fast-rebuilding home, were visibly growing veins and arteries. Hearts appeared, pumping new life into the corpses they had rotted from.
"EEKUM-BOKUM, EEKUM-BOKUM, EEKUM-BOKUM, DEEJOWMON! EEKUM-BOKUM, EEKUM-BOKUM, EEKUM-BOKUM, DEEJOWMON! EEKUM-BOKUM, EEKUM-BOKUM, EEKUM-BOKUM, DEEJOWMON!"
The last few pieces of wall slotted into place. The ten figures descended around the base of their home. The light of the pool pulsed brighter and brighter. The light pulsed in the Jinjos too; resurrecting the dead is infinitely more strain than a simple construction spell. Poor Mumbo had only ever resurrected one person at a time before, and even with Humba's pool he was feeling the strain.
"EEKUM-BOKUM, EEKUM-BOKUM, EEKUM-BOKUM, DEEJOWMON! EEKUM-BOKUM, EEKUM-BOKUM, EEKUM-BOKUM, DEEJOWMON! EEKUM-BOKUM, EEKUM-BOKUM, EEKUM-BOKUM, DEEJOWMON!"
The figures were visibly more alive, beneath the shrouding light it could be seen that their skin was regrowing. Only a few more patches of bare raw Jinjo were left, the skin waxing, waning, waxing, waning, but always waxing more than it waned. Humba, regardless of personal danger, darted forward to steady Mumbo should he fall.
"EEKUM-BOKUM, EEKUM-BOKUM, EEKUM-BOKUM, DEEJOWMON! EEKUM-BOKUM, EEKUM-BOKUM, EEKUM-BOKUM, DEEJOWMON! EEKUM-BOKUM, EEKUM-BOKUM, EEKUM-BOKU – OOBELWAKA!", cried Mumbo in triumph, then fainted dead away in Humba's arms.
The ten resurrected Jinjos opened their eyes as one, and gave the characteristic, ear-splitting Jinjo… "WHEEEE!".
As one, the crowd clapped their hands to their heads.
/Whew! Humba seems awfully fond of Mumbo all of a sudden. This should develop nicely. Did you like the mind's eye-candy? Do you have cause to sue the Greys for internal ear damage? Stand by for some Jinjo magic; Jinjo power will have a different 'feel' to it. Read and review! Go! Tell me what you think! More to follow soon (perhaps before the day is out!)/