Takeshi's place
"Alright, cool, looks like you've all got that. So, I think the next thing is to try and summon a weapon of some variety, unless you want to just punch things or shoot beams from your palms or something. I'll demonstrate." He glowed for a moment, and the transformation was visible; it started at his extremities and progressed inward, drawing lines across his limbs until he was in the form from the previous night. Then, he stuck his arm straight out in front of himself and focused. A bright greenish-teal light seemed to gather itself, motes of it appearing from nowhere and combining, until they coalesced into an extremely long blade, identical to the one he had wielded before. "Try to pick something you'd be comfortable with. The more practice you get with something, the less energy you'll use to do it. You can change around, but I don't recommend it. Doing this is a lot like transforming, except you try to picture the object and focus your energy into that shape."
Uptown
Bark
"Well then, I'll be glad to deliver these documents to Mr. Johnson when he gets back." She said this as she snatched the envelope away and put it somewhere behind the desk - a computerized beep sounded as she did so. "Now, can I help you with anything else?" Her voice dripped the sort of sickly cheeriness that one would expect from a daycare provider, or maybe a clerk on the verge of strangling a customer.
Nagi
The employee elevator moved quickly, and soon enough she was back on the ground. She could see the individual from before bending over to pick up an object - it seemed to be one of the focal points she had sensed before. Nothing seemed to happen for a moment, until the person seemed to slump slightly while they held it. It was too small to actually see what the object was, but it seemed to be draining their energy. A dull, glazed-over look took over the unfortunate man's face, and his arms fell limply to his sides, one still clutching whatever it was. The object seemed to have vanished from his mind, however, as he continued in the direction he had been moving previously with a listless walk, almost a shuffle.