The Camp
Mushu was hiding in Mulan's armor as the party entered the camp. Sora walked up to a table in front of a large camp. "Is this where I sign up?"
"Get in line." An older looking man behind the table said. He wore a gold and black helmet, a rather fancy-looking feather sticking out the top. Figuring it was better to avoid confrontation, he went to the back of the line, gesturing the others to do the same. They were waiting in the back when a short man came up, pushing Sora back.
"Hey, I found the line!" A skinny guy and a rather large man began coming up when Sora interrupted.
"Excuse me, I was here first." The small, pudgy man spun around to Sora, his black eye a mark of endurance.
"You wanna start somethin' about it?"
"Yeah, I do." Sora fell on his back as the man punched him. Donald and Goofy helped him up as the two other guys came up.
"What's up?" The skinny guy asked.
"He punched me!" Sora pointed at the short one. "He cut in line and punched me!"
"Now now, Yao, that wasn't very nice." The larger man said. "Now chant with me." He picked Yao up, and then began to move him back and forth, saying something they couldn't understand. Yao repeated it, calming down noticeably. He set Yao down. "Feel better?"
"Yeah." He said somewhat reluctantly. He waved off Sora. "Eh, you're not worth my time." The skinny guy extended a hand to Sora.
"I'm Ling." Sora shook it, and was surprised by the large man behind him.
"And I'm Chin-Po."
"Hi, Chin-Po." Sora crept back from the group, over to the back of the line, where the others waited. Finally, after hours of waiting, they reached the table. The older man recognized Sora instantly.
"You're that young man I sent to the back." Sora nodded sadly. "Now, I'll need your names."
"Sora."
"Donald."
"Goofy."
"Uhh…" The man looked up.
"What kind of name is that, boy?" Mulan looked at the trio for ideas, but none came. Mushu came around to the back of her ear.
"Ling. Say Ling."
"His name's Ling."
"I don't want his name. I want yours." Mushu thought some more.
"Yao."
"Mushu…"
"Mushu?" The man started to put the pen on the paper.
"No! It's…" Mushu had a stroke of genius.
"Ping! Ping was my best friend growin' up." Mulan looked at the man.
"My name is Ping."
"'Course, Ping stole my girl-" Mulan silenced Mushu with a hand around the mouth.
"Ping." The man looked at them for a minute. "Good enough. Better than most of the other ones I've heard today." He began packing the stuff up and moving it into the tent behind him. "Go find your tent, before there aren't any more left."
They were too late.
