Pansy Jackson is Percy Jackson’s dumber and pansier version. He is also therefore a son of the Greek god Poseidon but he does not receive the perks (or burden, depending on your point of view) of being a son of the sea god, e.g. control over water and the ability to understand and speak to sea creatures and horses. Such power would not be put to good use by the likes of him and would probably cause him harm anyway.
As of now Pansy is serving the goddess Lisbon, having been ‘loaned’ to her indefinitely by his loving and caring (note sarcasm) father Poseidon to return a favor she had done to him some time ago (said time being a millennium which, even to an immortal, is a long time). The favor is unknown, as both Lisbon and Poseidon refuse to answer the questions in our fanmail, ahem, we mean, inquiries, except for sending us a brief note stressing that it is private matter between the two of them. Fishy, huh? Wink, wink.
A statement from Pansy suggests that he has no idea of the business behind his service to Lisbon despite being the son of another god:
“What do you mean, scandalous? Never seen a god’s kid serve another god? Look, I dunno what you’re talkin’ about. I serve Lisbon. That’s it. Doesn’t mean I hate my dad or that he hates me. Although I’m not sure about that. He just might. Nah, I’m kidding.”
He ends the statement with a chuckle.
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PANCY JACKSON’S STORY
Chapter 1
The date is August 17. As soon as the man in a loud hawaiian shirt and khaki shorts entered the hospital, a pipe burst. Luckily he sent the water back to its designated place, narrowly missing an old woman in a wheelchair. The Mist, as usual, worked its magic and nobody noticed. He almost flooded the elevator going up to the fourth floor. The liquid contents of every vending machine he passed by exploded. He almost pitied the janitor who would have to clean it up. He passed by a woman carrying her child and the baby burst to tears when he saw the man. Aren’t you a bundle of nerves today, Poseidon. Any longer and you’ll have a massive earthquake devastating New York.
For the nth time today, he asked himself why he was sitting in a stuffy waiting room at a hospital in New York instead of enjoying the ocean on this fine summer day. He could picture it now: Blue-green waves lazily lapping up against the shore, gently kissing it before receding, the process repeating infinitely; seagulls flying overhead, their squawks sounding tiny in the distance; maybe a dolphin jumping from the water and diving back. And caressing his face, a gentle breeze from the ocean. His kingdom. He could use one of those at the moment. The stifling summer heat isn’t helping to settle him down.He smiled a trifle bitterly to himself. Why, I’m here to pay a debt. Several, in fact. A chuckle escapes his mouth and he rubs his face for the nth time that day. His jet black hair is disheveled after being ruffled numerous times. At this rate I’ll look more exhausted than Sally after the… ordeal. Tapping his foot impatiently, he surveyed the room. White plastic chairs around a table, a drab brown couch, a television across it; a vending machine with ruined contents in the corner, one of the victims of his nerves. Glaring lights overhead showed a ceiling with several tiny cracks and old water stains from leaky pipes. A couple of magazines lay on the table and he scanned one of the titles. Something about a royal princess’s pregnancy. He smirked upon reading ‘Her Royal Highness’, shaking his head. Humans and their puny titles.
He was in the middle of the article when a nurse burst into the room. “Mr. Don?” It took him a few moments to remember that it was the name he gave to the receptionist. “Yes. Yes, that’s me.”
“Congratulations, you’re a father of healthy twin boys!”
As soon as he heard the last word, time seemed to slow down and his ears focused on the sounds around him. The ticking of the clock, the scraping of the nurse’s shoes against the floor as she walked back to the emergency room, the sound of an orderly whistling, the squeaking of the couch’s springs as he rises, his own footsteps, and, a few corridors away, two pairs of lungs announcing their owners’ arrival to the world.
Chapter 2Twins… Poseidon gulped. He could feel his head pounding, feel the blood rush from his head. It was not meant to go like this. Twins! He shook his head, trying to clear his mind. Sally told him they are going to have a boy! One boy. One demigod attracts enough danger. Two, however… And how will she raise them? He cannot interfere for long. He cannot get too attached. But a single mother raising twins in this city— that is a sorry state that he will have to leave Sally in. He started walking and found himself in front of the nursery.